[Amnesty: Challenge #224: Dancing] The Monkees: 'Darn Aliens'

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

Title: 'Darn Aliens'
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Micky Dolenz, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork, Davy Jones
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Summary: "Boy, that girl sure must've been nuts," Mike declared.


With a successful gig under their belts, it was time to cool down before heading home for the night. Toward that end, Micky had been sent into a grocery store, to find each Monkee a nice, cold soda for the ride back to the Pad.

"Okay, I got the drinks," Micky announced, hopping back into the Monkeemobile. He rummaged around in the glove compartment, retrieving a bottle opener. "Lemon-lime for Davy," he continued, passing the opened bottle into the back seat.

Davy took a hearty glug. "Thanks, mate."

"Cream soda for Peter." Popping off the cap, Micky handed the bottle across.

"Thank you."

"Root beer for Mike. And grape cola for me."

"Thanks, Shotgun; I'll drink mine at the stop lights, so I can drive undistracted. I thought you were gonna get yourself an orange pop," Mike remarked. "What'd you get a grape one for, instead?"

"Because this one turns my tongue purple. See?" Micky stuck his tongue out. Sure enough, there was already a faint purplish tinge.

Mike cringed. "Don't do that," he grumbled, firing up the motor.

"Say, Davy, who was that girl you were talking to in the break between sets," Peter wondered, sipping at his cream soda.

Davy blinked. "Which one?"

"Typical," Micky chortled from the front seat. He winced slightly, feeling Davy swatting him in the head.

"The girl who looked like she was wearing a dress made out of aluminum foil," Peter quickly clarified.

"Ooh, yeah! I remember that chick," Mike agreed. "Sure looked strange, didn't she?"

"Oh, she was an odd bird," Davy agreed. "She came up to me after that first set, and said, 'You Earth creatures have some bizarre mating rituals'."

"Mating rituals," his friends all echoed in unison.

"And here I thought you'd be thrown off by the 'Earth creatures' comment," Davy mused.

Peter nodded. "That was a bit peculiar. What did you say to her?"

"Well, I asked her if she meant the dancing that had been going on. And all she did was stare at me for a few minutes, as though she thought I was off my rocker. Then she said, 'We don't call that dancing on my world. And your species does it in public! That's scandalous!'"

"Boy, that girl sure must've been nuts," Mike declared. "That's unless she really was some kinda alien."

"Which of course she wasn't," Peter firmly stated. A moment later, his face fell, and he looked ever so slightly ill. "I hope," he added, somewhat weakly.

Davy exchanged uncertain looks with him. "You don't suppose that that girl really was a...nah. She had to be pulling my leg."

Mike laughed, startling him. "I'll tell ya somethin', Shorty. You sure don't sound too positive about it! Maybe that chick was from some other planet. Heck, would we know any different? Not if she looked like a human."

"Darn aliens," Micky mock-groused. "They've sure got nerve. Coming all this way to our planet, just to make fun of our dances!"