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Boys Night Out

Why Gargoyles and alcohol don’t mix

Now that humanity has accepted the noble gargoyle for what it truly is, the gargoyles have decided to take a break from the rigors of crime fighting. It is time to take a... BOYS NIGHT OUT.

“Well, guys, I guess you can’t hide from the world anymore,” Elisa shared her mind with her friends as they awoke. “Maybe you should take advantage of that.”

“Whatever do you mean, Elisa?” Goliath knew Elisa well, yet he could not understand her words tonight.

“Come on. I’ll show you,” Elisa answered. She smiled warmly.

The Gargoyles came to a easy landing directly in front of a neon inflected structure marked “Buddy’s Pub”. After being let to the ground by Goliath, Elisa encouraged them to come out into the open: “If you’re ever going to make the kind of bond with humans that Kai made, now’s the time to do it.” Goliath was forced to agree.

They cautiously set foot into the bar, hoping not to attract too much attention from the other clientele, to which there was very little of that night. Yet the Gargoyles problems were not to come from the regulars of the bar, but from the one who tended it:

“Hey!! We don’t serve their kind here!!!” The hairless, but young bartender gave little consideration to recent news. To him the image of a Gargoyle was that of a devil.

“Yes, we do! Don’t forget who owns this place, Drake,” a well dressed man commanded sternly. “My place is always open to heroes.”

“It's them or me, Bud”, Drake held firm in his convictions, but that didn’t help him. Brooklyn could already see the bar owner’s answer in the way he glared at his subordinate. He couldn’t restrain a wisecrack.

“Later, Drake, good luck in your search for a new career,” Drake stormed out of the bar before Brooklyn had even finished.

“Hmm... Looks like I’m short a bartender and I suppose this isn’t exactly the ideal situation to seek a fill-in...” Bud’s outlook on his position was grim.

“Ahh, well, I used to mix up a fine, tough brew when I was lad...” Hudson’s reminiscence brought him to action. “If I’ wouldn’t be too much trouble to ya, lad... I’d like to try my hand at the bar.”

Bud’s grin was mischievous, “Be my guest.”

After Hudson had adjusted himself and the bar to their newly appointed duties he gave everyone a round of drinks on the house, to lighten the mood. With that gesture the ice was broken, and everyone returned to their revelry. The trio sat down at the bar and made nervous conversation, as Goliath and Elisa took a booth at the corner.

“Well, now what do we do?” Broadway asked.

“Here, ‘ave some of this,” Hudson pushed three mugs of frothy brew towards the three young gargoyles. Lexington curiously dipped his finger in the golden liquid, then, reluctantly, took a swig.

“Yuck!!! This stuff’s nasty!!” Lexington’s face contorted to match his words. He disgustedly shoved the mug aside, where it rested on the table in front of Broadway. The liquid sloshed, dissolving some of the foamy head.

“I’ll try it,” Broadway offered. He gingerly lifted the mug, and took a sip.

“So...what do you think?” Brooklyn asked him.

The huge smile that lit up Broadway’s face was his only answer, as the big gargoyle gulped down the rest of the beer. He reached for a second glass.

“Hey!” Brooklyn snatched at the nearest mug, and took his share, spilling most of it onto the counter. The little he managed to consume excited his tastebuds. He slowly twisted his beak into a crooked smile. “Hey...can I have a refill on that?”

“Sure, lad,” Hudson replied, filling another mug from the tap.

Lexington frowned. “Don’t you have anything else?”

Hudson handed Brooklyn the new mug and surveyed the bar. He came across a bottle of wine cooler. “Here. See if this is a little softer on your tongue, lad.”

Lex took the bottle, opened it, and sniffed at the contents. “At least it smells better.” He tasted the pinkish liquid, and cracked a smile even broader than those of his brothers.

Goliath and Elisa accepted mugs of beer from a wandering waiter. Unlike the trio, they knew exactly what it was for.

Angela sighed, and patted Bronx’s head affectionately. It sure was quiet around here with everyone else gone. Well, at least it was giving her time to catch up on her reading.

Turning the next page of her book, she was overcome with curiosity. What were they doing out there, anyway? “Well,” she mused aloud, “why should I sit here all alone while they’re out having fun?” She glanced at Bronx, who whined dejectedly. “I guess I’m not completely alone,” she said with a smile. “Still...”

Another crumpled twenty-dollar-bill joined its fifty-dollar counterparts in a disorganized pile on the bar. Lexington smiled as he downed another shot of whisky. A chant began among the patrons of the bar: “Chug! Chug! Chug!...”

Opposite Lexington sat his opponent, fatigued from drunkenness. He lifted his shaking arm, and, splashing liquid over his bluish lips, downed the shot.

“There’s no way that little kid could beat this guy!” said one of the gathering young spectators. Hudson--remembering his youth--excitedly poured two more shots.

Lexington lifted a glass, and moved it to his mouth as if to drink it. Suddenly, his arm moved up, and he set the glass on top of his nose, and began to balance it there. Broadway gave a hearty laugh; Brooklyn bent over and chuckled nasally. With a flick of Lex’s head, the liquid fell into his mouth. The crowd awed.

Meanwhile, Goliath had relocated to Elisa’s side of the booth. “You know...I never realized, before, how beautiful you are.”

Elisa stared deeply into Goliath’s eyes, and replied, “That’s the third time you’ve said that...”

The big, shaken man opposite Lex lifted the next shot to his mouth. He took a deep breath, lifted the edge of the glass...then fell over sideways, his eyes rolling back into his head.

Brooklyn sauntered over to the young man who had spoken earlier. He held out his hand and rubbed his fingers, in a silent motion saying: “pay up.”

Goliath wrapped his arm around Elisa affectionately.

In the midst of all the cheering and money changing hands, a slim female gargoyle walked in.

“What’s going on?” Angela asked of Broadway, who was accepting another beer from the stand-in bartender.

Broadway pushed his face in close to Angela’s. “Lex just won a bet, that’s all.” His breath was heavy with alcohol. “No big deal. Let’s have some fun.” He opened his mouth and pressed it right against her face.

“Hey!” Angela gave him a hearty shove, knocking him off the already teetering barstool.

Brooklyn approached the two, shoving a wad of cash into his loincloth. “Don’t mind him,” he assured Angela. “He’s just drunk.”

“I’m surprised a fight hasn’t broken out yet!” Angela exclaimed.

“Ah, Hudson’s keeping everything under control. I wouldn’t worry about it,” Brooklyn answered, with a gleam in his eye. As he turned to leave, Angela felt a sharp pressure underneath her tail. She squealed. Brooklyn turned his head and smiled.

Elisa leaned further into Goliath’s embrace, resting her head on his neck. Both pairs of hands were out of view, underneath the table.

Angela backed away from the bar, and the prone, drooling figure of Broadway. Seeking some sanity in the chaos, she advanced toward Lexington, who was celebrating his victory with another wine cooler. Lexington looked up at her with a glaze over his luminous eyes.

“Lexington...” Angela began, “what is going on around here?”

Lexington blinked innocently. He raised his arms to the sky. “IT’S A REVOLUTION!!!!!” he screamed, his voice pitched an octave above normal.

Angela stumbled back in shock.

“I AM CORNHOLIO!! ARE YOU THREATENING ME?!!” Lexington demanded of her.

“What? I wasn’t...?”

“MY PEOPLE COME FROM LAKE TITICACA!! WE...we...we...” Lexington inhaled sharply, and dropped to all fours on the beer-soaked floor. Brooklyn walked up, behind Angela, and she immediately turned away, so that he was safely in view. Lexington convulsed, then looked up. “Wha--what was that?” he asked, in his normal voice. His eyes widening, he became aware of the incredible view he had, and averted his eyes. But he couldn’t resist taking another look. “Whoa, Angela!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t know you dyed your hair!”

“Aaa!!” Angela drew her skirt around tightly and ran out of the bar. What on earth had come over them?

Brooklyn began to laugh uncontrollably. He stumbled, holding himself up with one arm on the edge of the counter.

Broadway suddenly rose, climbed up, and slammed his mug on the bar. “Gimme anotha’!” he slurred, right before he passed out yet again.

“Lad, I think you’ve had enough,” Hudson stated.

Goliath and Elisa were now nowhere to be seen.

“This place sucks,” Lexington decided, his voice returning to a higher pitch.

Broadway stood himself up. “Uh...yeah. There aren’t any chicks,” he replied, in a dull tone.

Brooklyn looked up from counting his money. “Hey...I have an idea...”

The trio huddled up.

“Come on, honey...why can’t you?” Fox pleaded. “Just one more try? For me?”

Xanatos rolled off of his wife. “I can’t tonight. I can’t...something’s missing.”

Fox sighed. “You want to try bringing some gargoyles in to watch?”

“No... That won’t help.”

“Well...maybe you could bring Owen in! He helped before, and he seemed to really enjoy it!”

“No,” David replied. “Maybe... Just maybe if you wore that outfit?”

“The vinyl one?”

“Yeah.”

“The one with the wings and the tail?”

“That’s the one. I’ll just...” Without warning, there was a knock at the balcony door. Startled, Xanatos leapt out of bed, and hurriedly jumped into his pants. He tripped, sprawling onto the floor. He swore.

“Who could that be?” Fox wondered.

“Never mind,” David replied, throwing on a shirt. You just get ready; I’ll take a look.”

Xanatos knew an attacker wouldn’t knock, so he calmly strode over to the door of the balcony. He opened it, prepared to dispatch a disgruntled gargoyle or overzealous reporter, but discovered no one. He looked down to see a small, brown paper bag, burning away at its heart’s content. He blinked.

“Oh, please.” Xanatos reached into the pocket of his half-fastened pants, and retrieved his cellular phone. “Owen? You’re needed on the balcony.” He put the phone away, and turned around to see Owen standing at ready behind him.

“Yes, Mister Xanatos.”

“Are you wearing your new, $300 shoes?”

“Yes, Mister Xanatos.”

“Uhh... No matter.” Xanatos pointed at the bag. “Put that out.”

“Yes, Mister Xanatos.” Owen systematically raised his foot over the meager flame.

SPLAT.

“That will be all, Owen.”

“Yes, Mister Xanatos.” Owen left.

Xanatos heard a faint chuckle from the parapets above him. He looked up, and saw three familiar gargoyles, in vain attempt to stand still and blend in with the inanimate gargoyles around them. Broadway teetered visibly.

“Pathetic,” Xanatos remarked.

With an enormous crash, Broadway lost his footing and fell, right at David’s feet.

“Extremely pathetic.”

The other two gargoyles lighted on the balcony. “Heh, heh,” Lexington laughed at Broadway. “You suck! SUCKsucksucksucksuck...”

Brooklyn snickered. “So...” He looked at Xanatos. “I see you and Fox have been at it.”

“That’s none of your damn business, Brooklyn.” Xanatos zipped up his fly.

“..sucksucksucksucksucksuck...”

“So why’d you come to the door?” Brooklyn asked, putting his arm around Xanatos’s shoulder and giving him a light punch to the rib.

Xanatos had no reply.

Brooklyn whispered confidentially: “Can’t get it up, can you?” Xanatos noticed the stench of alcohol on his breath.

“...sucksucksucksuckSUCKsuckSUCK...”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Xanatos asked irritably, dodging the question.

“...sucksucksuckSUCK...” Broadway rose to his feet, giving Lexington a hardy smack with the back of his hand. Lexington flew back, cascading off the edge of the balcony.

“Aaaaaaaaa!!!! TITICACAAAAAAAAA!!!” Lexington screamed.

“So you see, lad, always keep your sword under the bar in’a case you might need it,” Hudson thoroughly instructed his newest bartender-in-training.

“Aaahh...” The human student gave Hudson his full attention.

“Face it, Broadway, there’s no way I’m gonna move!” Brooklyn yelled, at the other gargoyle who was now hurtling toward him.

“Well...uh...I’m not gonna move either!” Broadway slurred.

Lexington, standing on a nearby rooftop, giggled uncontrollably. “Heh, heh... Chicken is cool! CRASH! CRASH! Crashcrashcrashcrashcrash...”

“You’d better get out of the way, Broadway... I’m gonna run you down...”

“Uh... No.”

“...crashcrashcrashcrashcrash...”

They did.

The two gargoyles hit each other full-force, and went sprawling onto a rooftop below.

Lexington fluttered down to join them. “Heh, that was cool! Do it again! Do it again!!”

Broadway stood up. Brooklyn didn’t. Although Broadway’s immense weight was now off of him, the lighter gargoyle would not wake.

“Uh... uh-oh,” Broadway said.

Lexington shook Brooklyn’s shoulders. “Wake up! Wake up, bunghole! Wake up!! “ Brooklyn didn’t answer.

“Uh, that was cool,” Broadway decided. “I like, uh, killed him.”

“Heh-heh... Yeah! This is pretty cool!”

“Uh, okay. Uh...let’s take his money.”

“Yeah! Yeah! Cool!” Lexington began to ferociously attack Brooklyn’s belt, pulling out wads of cash, and Xanatos’s stolen wallet.

“Uh, wait! Don’t take all of it, dillweed!” Broadway reprimanded. “Leave some...uh...in case he, like, wants to get nachos or something.”

Lexington shoved a few bills back into Brooklyn’s belt. “Yeah! Nachos are cool! Nachosnachosnachosnachos...”

SMACK!

Lexington rubbed his bruised face.

Suddenly, an imaginary, yet incredibly small, Christmas light went on in Broadway’s head. “Uh... Hey, Lex! I just got an idea!”

Demona slumped down drunkenly on her red velvet couch, a near-empty bottle of whisky hanging from her hand. Frustrated with life in general, she picked up the TV remote, and turned it on.

“And now,” the human, David Letterman, blared from the set, “from the home office in Sioux City, Iowa...The Top Ten Reasons That Red-Haired Gargoyle is a Slut!”

Demona took a swig from her bottle, and changed the channel.

“So, how about those gargoyles, huh?” Jay Leno asked no one in particular. “I mean, is that red-headed one ever a slut?! I mean...”

Getting disgusted, Demona flipped the channel again.

“So, did you ever have any experience with any of those gargoyles?” Conan O’Brian asked of his guest.

“Well, there was that one with the red hair.” The man in the chair rolled his eyes. “What a slut!”

Demona finished the last of her whiskey, and, with one sharp motion, threw the empty bottle at the television, shattering both.

“Ah, blast!” Demona exclaimed. “What have I become? Isn’t there anything...anyone...better to do around here?

Brooklyn opened his eyes, and rose to all fours, muttering a few highly disrespectful comments about Broadway’s mother. He looked around. Where had those idiots run off to? He glanced at his belt. At least they didn’t take all the money. Jerks. Those morons only left me enough to get some nachos.

He spotted a rise in the roof nearby. He crawled lamely over and put one claw on it, unaware of its frail construction. In an attempt to pull himself to his feet, he put all his weight on that raised claw. All too late, he realized... Huh. That’s glass. Then he realized what that meant.

“Aw, SHIT!”

Crash.

Could this be any more boring? Officer Morgan wondered, trapped in mandatory attendance at the 54th Biannual Policemans’ Ball. What the heck was so important about Elisa’s assignment that she didn’t have to come?

Morgan walked over to the long refreshment table, hoping to spike the punch. Suddenly, there was a loud shattering noise from the ceiling above him. He looked over, just in time to see a red streak fall through the air, and splat right into the blue-and-gold frosted cake.

The figure rose, wiping frosting out of its eyes. Morgan noticed: it was a gargoyle. Well, what do you know?

“Hey, look!” a voice shouted from the back of the room. “It’s one of Elisa’s boyfriends!”

Everyone laughed.

“Uh, heh-heh... Are you sure this is the place?” Lexington asked.

“Uh, yeah. We’re gonna score,” Broadway asserted.

“We’re gonna score? We’re gonna score! Whaddaya mean we’re gonna score?!”

Broadway slowly pointed at a ratty building, with pink curtains on the windows. A sign on the door read: “The Lucky Inn”. “See that place?” Broadway directed. “You can buy chicks there.”

“Whoa! That’s cool!” Lexington jumped. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go! Let’s score!”

Lexington rushed to the door, and without even bothering to open the door, flew in. The swinging door crashed open, leaving a wake through which Broadway could easily enter. Both landed, and the duo walked over to the counter.

The man behind the counter--who was dressed in a fur coat, silk shirt, and ample amounts of jewelry--gave the gargoyles a surprised look. “Can I help you gentleme-- Uh...”

“Uh... We can buy chicks here, right?” Broadway asked him.

“Ah!” The man twirled his cane. “Yes, you can!”

“Hey, Broadway! Look at that! Look at that!!” Lexington pointed over to the back of the room, where a large crowd had gathered.

“Whoa! What’s that?” The pair walked over, and pushed their way through the spectators.

“Uhh! Uhh!” Lo and behold, Jackal and Hyena reclined on a couch, taking part in...the pleasures of the flesh.

“Well...don’t ever say..I never...offered you...any...financial support...” Jackal stated, completing his task. He rose to his normal height, while Hyena retracted all of her bodily components and popped her arms back into their sockets.

Hyena shook herself and asked, “Well... Who’s next?”

Both Gargoyles raised their hands in unison.

“Hmm... KINKY!”

Morgan laughed at the entire ordeal. They had already confiscated all of the gargoyle’s money, which was only about enough to buy some nachos. Officer Williams was occupied drawing a straight chalk line on a nearby wall.

“Well, let’s see if you can climb this.” Williams stated awkwardly. Brooklyn stared at the line; it somehow seemed to wobble in all directions...

“Hey! I got the Breath-a-lyzer!” an inexperienced rookie yelled, running to the front of the crowd. He offered it to Williams.

“Uh, sir, it, uh, doesn’t fit...” Williams said apologetically as he tried to fit it to Brooklyn’s snout.

“WOW! It’s a real gargoyle!! We’ll be heroes!!!” the rookie squealed.

“Shut up, Dan.”

“Yes, sir.”

Suddenly, another crash shook the room, and a single laser blast pierced clean through the rookie’s chest. Everyone cheered. Then a destructive volley of laser beams cut across the room, and as the cops dove for cover, a voice screamed:

“DIE, FILTHY MAGGOTS!!!!!”

From under a table, Williams and Morgan conversed.

“Uh, sir, I think that one’s drunk, too.”

“No shit, Sherlock!!”

Walking sorely and penniless out of that lovely establishment mentioned earlier, Broadway and Lexington spoke in a trance.

“Uh...that...was cool...” Lexington stated.

“Lex, we have seen the top of the mountain. And it was cool,” Broadway concluded. The deflowered Broadway and Lexington, still in trance, climbed to the top of the nearest building, only to find Angela glaring at the both of them.

“What the hell were you doing in there!?! It’s almost sunrise!!!” she screamed in rage.

“WE SCORED!!! “ Lexington bellowed.

“Uh...yeah... It was cool. First, Jackal scored with Hyena, then I scored with Hyena, then Lex scored with Jackal...”

“SHUT UP, BUNGHOLE!!! I DID NOT!!!” Lexington screamed.

“My God!! That’s disgusting!!!” Angela burst.

“Shut up...you suck! Let’s just get ready to...uh...get stoned...” Broadway laughed at his idiotic pun. Angela moved as far as she could before the sun rose, but in that short time she could only move a few paces.

Daylight over New York City. Elisa yawned, letting sunlight into her eyes. She rolled over in her bed...or tried to... Shocked into consciousness, she panicked, and with good reason. In full nude she was trapped in the now stone Goliath’s embrace. There was absolutely no space between her and her stone lover. Now what do I do!?!

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door...

Daylight over New York City. Demona yawned, letting sunlight into her now human eyes. She rolled over in her bed...or tried to... Shocked into consciousness, she panicked, and with good reason. In full nude she was right beside the now stone Brooklyn. Her scream was heard throughout the city.

Her face contorted with rage, she grabbed her laser cannon.

“You’ve had your last pleasure, fool!!” Before she could pull the trigger, Macbeth, dripping and wrapped in a yellow towel, entered the room.

Demona’s scream was heard throughout the state.

What’s wrong with her? Matt Bluestone wondered, getting no answer at Elisa’s door. She was missing all last night! “Elisa! Are you in there?”

“Uh... yeah!” came the muffled reply. “I’m...kinda busy!”

“Well, it’s not like you’re with Goliath or anything!” Matt answered.

There was a pause.

It’s a good thing she gave me this extra key! Matt unlocked and opened the door.

“Oh...my...God.”

Demona sputtered. “What? How could you--why are you--?”

“Calm down there,” Macbeth offered. “I only watched. But, then again, me watching you from this close has a different meaning. I’d hold on to this one, if I were you.” Macbeth smiled, handing Demona a videotape.

“What is this?” Demona wondered impatiently.

“Last night.”

Demona glared at the tape. Without another word, she popped it into the tape player.

Bluestone laughed.

“It’s not funny!” Elisa exclaimed. “I’m stuck!”

“You are? As in...you can’t move?”

“Yes!”

Bluestone snickered. “Okay, okay... Just stay right there.”

As if I had any choice, Elisa thought.

“I’ll go get some help.”

Right.

“Okay, now here’s the part where you brought out the whipped cream,” Macbeth narrated.

Demona smirked. Hmmm...still got it!

“Now, I don’t know what that thing is, but it was a lot of fun.”

Hmmm, Demona amended, He’s not too bad either! Maybe I underestimated Brooklyn.

“Watch where his wings are in this part,” Macbeth continued.

Ooooooo!

“And here’s this thing with your tails...”

Ohhhhhh!

Elisa shivered. She had never realized how cold a stone statue could get on a New York morning.

Matt burst back into the room. “Don’t worry! I’m here! Just don’t move.”

In her current position, Elisa couldn’t see anything but Goliath’s smirking face. “What did you bring?”

“Just freeze, okay? I’m gonna get you out of there.”

“Matt, NO! Don’t hurt Goliath!”

There was a click, and a flash.

“MATT!!”

The first Polaroid emerged from the camera.

Later, in the mess hall of the police station, diners were greeted to a most interesting collection of photographs.

The sun began to set. Yawning and growling, Lexington, Broadway, and Angela emerged from their stone skins.

Lexington shook his head. “Whoa! What...happened?”

“I don’t know!” Broadway exclaimed.

“I can’t remember anything!” Lex said. “Except...something about Brooklyn and...nachos?”

“You were drunk,” Angela stated blandly.

“That might explain this headache,” Broadway groaned.

Angela smiled in realization. “That’s what they call a hangover, guys! That’s what you get after being drunk. Enjoy!” She rose into the sky and flew away.

Lexington stepped forward to follow, and spewed.

Brooklyn threw off the stone covering. What on earth happened last night? His memory was blank. He rolled over in the strange but comfortable bed, and, to his horror, was met by the image of Demona--whip in one hand, Vaseline in the other. He noticed that her skin was unusually shiny.

The entire planet heard the scream.

Angela landed on the roof of Elisa’s apartment. I need someone sane to talk to. Angela knew that Elisa and her father would be the only sensible people left, and she knew where to find them both. Goliath’s probably right beside her window, not letting himself woo the one he loved so much. She nonchalantly walked into the apartment, only to find Elisa and her father laying buck naked in bed.

“DADDY!!! HOW COULD YOU!?!” Angela had never felt so betrayed.

“Sooo...what did we do?” Brooklyn tried to be rational.

“Something incredible!” Demona cried, breathing heavily. “I’ll show you!!” Demona jumped on top of the very embarrassed Brooklyn.

“Uhh...wait...isn’t there some other way?” Brooklyn pulled away from her.

“Well...there’s the tape...”

“Can I see it...please...” he said meagerly. Demona smiled as she turned on the VCR.

“You’re gonna love this!!”

Broadway and Lexington made less than picture-perfect landings on the castle battlements. “There ya’ are!” Hudson called from above. “We lost track of ye!”

Lexington looked up at the blurry image, and tripped.

“We’re okay,” Broadway tried to explain. “We just...”

“Ye what?”

Instead of simply telling him, Broadway showed him, by displaying the remaining contents of his stomach.

“Auuughccckk!” Hudson could find no words to describe his emotion. “What happened to ye?? What have ye done with Brooklyn?!”

The two gargoyles looked at each other blankly.

Brooklyn stared at the glowing screen, his brain numb. “You mean, we...” He sputtered. “We did all that?!”

Demona giggled in excitement.

“I don’t even remember it!” Brooklyn exclaimed.

“Neither do I,” Demona confessed. “Well, there’s only one thing we can do now.”

“What’s that?”

“Start over from the beginning.”

“All right!”

Angela was at a loss. She had flipped out in front of her father...well, what else could she do? He was right there, in plain moonlight, doing... She shuddered. And the conversation that followed was a disaster, especially since she uttered the terrible words: “I’m going back to Mother!”

Tears streamed down her face. She didn’t care. I meant it. Maybe Mother’s not the kindest, most tolerant person in the world, but at least she hasn’t succumbed to all this “Night Out” nonsense.

She swooped in closer to the dangerous castle where she knew her mother was staying. Suddenly, she heard her scream!

“Stop it! You’re killing me!” Her mother!

“It’s not over yet...”

Angela startled. That was Brooklyn’s voice!

Screams issued from both sides; they were killing each other! There was the crack of a whip, and Brooklyn’s fevered shout. And then, another scream from another voice...Macbeth!!

Angela’s pace increased. If she didn’t help Brooklyn, her mother...someone would be dead!

Angela burst through the stained glass window, and stopped. Her heart froze cold in her chest at the sight before her.

Somewhere in uncharted space, the starship Voyager was traveling. This fated ship, lead by Starfleet’s Captain Janeway, was filled with lost souls: crew members light years from home, hoping against hope that somehow, someday, they would find the key to returning to the galaxy that they remembered.

The captain blinked, and turned in her chair to her first officer.

“Chakotay...what the hell was that scream?”

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Angela flew away from the castle. That was it. She was done. There was nothing left for her to do, no one she could turn to. Last night was over, but it was going to scar everyone for life. Nothing would be the same for her...and nothing was her fault! Everywhere she turned, the pure insanity...nothing made sense! She needed to run away; she needed to bury her problems and drown her sorrows...she needed a shoulder to cry on...

She needed...a GIRLS NIGHT OUT.