Disclaimer and AN: I do not own Kim Possible. I'm just trying to get to know Drakken and Shego better in preparation for a longer project, So I'm writing them into some short stories. To start us off, a little slice-of-life AU.

The line to the counter looked unbearably long from all the way at the end.

Dweeby Drew Lipsky was shouldered aside so roughly that he nearly dropped the bottle of…whatever it was that he had picked from the shelf at random. He was sixteen and he'd never been in a liquor store before, and all the bottles looked alike. "Everclear' read the one he'd chosen. But what was it?

He was so depressed that he almost didn't mind being cut in front of in line. That was the kind of day it had been, and the kind of night it was shaping up to be.

But he was also angry enough to mind everything a hundred times more on this infuriating, humiliating day, and so he gave the girl now standing in what was his rightful place in line a violently indignant tap on the shoulder.

And then he saw who she was, and wished that he hadn't.

Oops.

Should he run? Maybe he should run.

But he'd always done badly in high school pacer tests, so he probably wouldn't get very far. Maybe if he reached his house, he could lock the door and just never come out again, which was sort of what he'd been planning to do anyway.

Maybe he could move to Canada. Say, tomorrow?

Alright, so, fine, there was a good chance he was overreacting. He'd never actually met her before tonight. She'd never so much as spoken to him, although they had two classes together. She had nothing against him, per say. They ran with different crowds. Well, she ran with a crowd. Drew trailed along behind all the crowds.

She was the senior class vice president's hot sister, she knew where to get fake IDs for all her friends, she'd been suspended twice for getting into fights with that one cheerleader. And because, despite her age, she'd gotten a job as a go-go dancer in a 'twenty-one and over' club, that's what everyone called her.

GoGo.

Drew had only a fuzzy idea what a go-go dancer actually was, but rumor had it that she'd punched out the last guy who asked if she was a stripper, so it probably wasn't all that bad.

She turned around quickly, annoyed, to fix long-lashed, warningly slanted eyes on him.

"I know you," she said.

Drew's mouth dried up.

"You're Drew. Dweeby Drew from fifth period trig."

And his stomach dropped like a stone.

"…and second period econ," he mumbled. "…and 'C' lunch."

Her eyes flicked down and back up. "Deadly," she said.

"What? What is?"

"Everclear." Her lips – very dark – began to curl. "You knew that, right?"

"Of course," Drew rallied as the line shifted forward. He adjusted his glasses and set his dry mouth in a frown.

"Uh-huh." Her voice was blunt. "Well, aren't we a high roller."

"Always," he said, and then paused in awe at himself.

GoGo shifted two six-packs of something onto one hip, and gave him a grin that he never expected to see so close up. "No foolin'." She lowered burnished green lids above the long lashes. "Dweeby Drew's got secrets too," she mocked with ease.

Drew's tiny victory fizzled out of him, but he'd had a long day, and he set his jaw. "Don't make fun of me."

GoGo's grin faded into a line. She looked dully surprised, but shrugged, and turned her back on him. Drew stood quietly for a moment.

It wasn't…it wasn't enough.

He gave her another brisk tap on the shoulder, and this time when she turned, her impatience made her green eyes into slits.

"You butted in front of me," said Drew the High Roller, throwing caution and the high school hierarchy to the wind. "No cuts in line."

He had a split-second urge to push past her, but proper fear of someone that pretty making that face held him back.

"Where do you think we are?" she asked him. "In the cafeteria lunch line? I've got places to be, Dweeby Drew. And you'll never get to taste that Everclear, because you won't get farther than the counter. I know, because the only believable IDs in our school are the ones that I made. And I know I didn't give one to you."

He hadn't really thought this through very well.

Of course this wouldn't work. Not for him. For GoGo, and kids like her? Sure. But not for him.

"I was…" he started. "I was…"

"You were, you were?" GoGo mimicked. "You were what?"

"I was here first," he said. He hadn't said it since middle school. Maybe. And even back then it always sounded lame.

GoGo apparently thought so, too. "Too bad!" she laughed. She gave him one more slow, burnished look from head to toe to Everclear, and she gave a small fake sigh. "That's pathetic."

Drew Lipsky squared his thin, round shoulders. He plunked his unattainable bottle of mystery liquor straight down on the floor and looked GoGo plain in the face.

"You're underage!" He trumpeted for all to hear. And people turned, and GoGo balked. "And you're wearing too much makeup!" Her mouth dropped open.

Drew bolted.

Out the door and three streets over, and he was home, and he was panting, and his chest was burning.

Maybe he would move to Canada.

He'd talk to mother about it in the morning.

It turned out that he couldn't, after all, move away to Canada, but it hadn't been for lack of trying.

Monday morning he went to school with shoulders hunched, keeping a watchful eye out for any one of the many, many classmates he hated – GoGo now included in that number.

And he did see her, of course, but she never so much as looked in his direction. Nothing had changed. Nothing, for Dweeby Drew, ever really changed.

Except for when he found a bottle of Everclear standing proudly in his locker after the last bell rang. There was nothing with it; no note, or anything. Just the bottle.

But the bottle was enough.

Drew stuffed it into his backpack, clutching it all the bus ride home, and when he had shouted hello to his mother and was safe behind his bedroom door, he took the bottle out and cleared a place for it on his dresser, where it stood like a hard-earned trophy.

Drew stood and looked at it.

And looked at it.

And thought, and thought, and thought about black lipstick, and long lashes, and green eyeshadow.

And GoGo.