I feel like I'm floating...Title:
Inspired by imouto, written as a distraction for Mariko, and um...yeah save the peanuts cause the elephants are tricky. Aliens to, little black ones, they steal eyeballs. And dude why is my bed moving? Oh yeah, uh also like um...it's G?
Summer's parents might have grown up some, come to terms with the fact that they no longer had unlimited funds or a place of power in the world but there was still quite a ways to go. A perfect example was that they hadn't fully mastered the skill of picking up after oneself, the garage was a complete disaster and they were conventionally missing. In fact everyone, outside of the garage's usual occupants, had made a run for it either during the battle or at some point quickly afterwards lest they be asked to actually do something for themselves. This left the Rangers and Doctor K standing amidst a collection of upset tables, torn decorations, and decadently wrapped presents whose owners hadn't thought to grab them before they dashed.
Ziggy of course had wanted to open the presents, maybe there'd be something good inside, Summer had insisted they were going to be returned and had instead distracted him with a broom and instructed him to start sweeping. Not far from the mop top young man, Dillon and Scott were working on putting away the chairs and filling garbages with torn table clothes and miscellaneous decorations. Flynn, meanwhile, was trying to see if there was any part of the cake that might be salvageable after Tenaya 7 used it as impromptu facial while Dr. K did what she did best, supervise.
The petite genius was sitting at a table, glass in hand and staring at it with a rather strange expression. She was still dressed in the wedding gown and had her lab coat on over that, the combination a bit odd though no one said anything. She was tilting the glass back and forth, watching as the liquid slipped over the edge of the glass before taking a large sip and giggling.
“This juice tastes funny,” she giggled again, a sound which drew everyones attention because the only emotion they'd ever seen her show was anger, “The carbonation tickles.”
His expression cautious Flynn slowly edged his way over to the table and reached out to pick up the bottle, eyes widening as he read the label then looking from the bottle to the good doctor and back before setting it down and swiftly moving back to the sidelines. The others all looked at him waiting for an answer and he just held his hands up in the universal 'leave me out of it' gesture. Operator Series Green however seemed to be lacking in self preservation at times and decided that if Flynn wasn't going to tell them what was up then he was going to save the day and do it. Or something like that. So following the Scott's previous movements he to checked the bottle then promptly dropped it back on the table where it tipped over before Dr. K snatched it up and poured more into her glass.
“That isn't juice doc,” he was shut up quickly when Dr K yanked him down to her level having quickly drained her glass and was now staring at him with unfocused eyes. “Uh, can I help you Dr K?”
She giggled, then hiccuped a little and then gave Ziggy this slightly flirtatious smile that had Dillon wishing he had a camera so that he'd have blackmail material the next time she pulled the fridge cannon training routine.
“Operator, Giggle, giggle, Hello Operator! Operator series uh...”
“Green,” Scott chimed in from across the room, ever the helpful leader.
“Yes!” Dr. K chirped giggling like a school girl, “Green guy!” She was grabbing the front of his rented tux with one hand now and pulling him very close, the other hand pointing in the corner near Summer, “Get into your suit, which isn't Spandex! And go get rid of those pink elephants before they get into the system!”
Ziggy blinked, Dillon had to leave the room, and the others simply stared until Flynn took it upon himself to head over and unhook the smaller man who looked at him gratefully then took off in whatever direction Dillon had gone. Flynn then helped Dr K up out of her chair and lead her through the mess to her lab, patting her on the back and talking softly and gently as if to a child, telling her they'd make sure to get rid of the elephants right away.
“Change first blue man,” Dr K said as the doors slid open before the pair, “You can't fight elephants in a skirt their tricky and might want peanuts.”
Flynn sent a narrowed glare over his shoulder at Scott and Summer who were snickering, a promise to deal with them later if they ever made mention of it again before turning back to Dr K and nodding, “Aye Lass, I'll make sure to protect the peanuts.”
Thankfully, for Scott's health in particular, the doors slid shut and Flynn didn't see his team leader falling to his knees, clutching his stomach while tears leaked out from laughing so hard. Summer was at lest able to contain herself well enough to venture over to the table and pick up the bottle that the good doctor had been enjoying so immensely earlier and sniffed curiously at the contents after reading the label.
“Odd,” She sniffed again her eyes narrowed, “This is non-alcoholic.”
Scott lost it completely then and Summer, shaking her head at the fearless leader, dropped the bottle in the garbage can and headed off to change.