#;general

 Shego looked at the, quite frankly, gorgeous blonde in front of her. The makeup was outstanding, and the black haired woman wanted to know what eyeliner she used. Drakken was always using up all of hers any time she bought it, and it was starting to get hard finding hiding places for it. But that wasn’t the reason why she had stopped by this Italian place. Neither was it for some good food. If Shego wanted Italian food she’d borrow the hover car and grab some from Italy. No, what she wanted was information. 

 “Really,” Shego drawled, making it clear that she wasn’t exactly going to give up that easily. “You are not who I talk business with?” Shego sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “My mistake, I’m sure there’s another restaurant around here who might be interested in what I got to say.” 

 Evie spied with her little brown eyes someone... needing a little spice. The look was good, the look was great, but she could sense something more. There was something there beneath the horrible uniforms they were forced to wear. Evie could definitely see her in some dark purple, maybe even bright yellow. There was lots of potential. 

 Evie sort of ran an underground fashion club at the school. Dedicated to rocking the uniforms the best they could, and sneaking out and showing off true outfits. She sewed a lot of the outfits, and already her mind was craving something new. Although, Stella seemed like a good girl. Honest, devote Catholic, and honestly a good little girl. 

 But Evie wasn’t. She wanted to be, but it was so easy to be bad. Especially with the rules surrounding them. She was going to have to be careful, in case Stella was a snitch. 

“Hi Stella,” Evie said, flouncing up to her with a smile. “I adore your hair, do you anything special to it?” 

 It was yet another day where Shego was doing absolutely nothing. Drakken was busy at the drawing board, and the goons were all with their families or whatever they did whenever they weren’t sucking up to the boss. She flipped another page in the fashion magazine, thankful that she wasn’t being lumped into anything that was doomed to fail yet. 

 Her feet were kicked up on the desk of a bay of monitors, all showing security feeds around Drakken’s latest invisible lair, in the middle of the ocean. Shego had to admit, the invisible lair was a smart idea. If only Team Possible didn’t have detection equipment. Rolling her eyes, she refocused her attention on the magazine. She refused to think about Kimmy or any one of her cohorts today. 

 It seemed, however, that things wouldn’t be so relaxing. She felt some of her hair stand up, and a crackle of electricity filled the air. Shego spun around, magazine forgotten as she put herself on high alert. Her hands glowed green, ready to take on whatever threat that decided to mess with her. 

GEN1: IMPACT The Prospector Cereb

GEN2: Papillon The Whaler

GEN3: Heart Break! Lucky Break!

GEN4: Chalice Crush

GEN5: GABR13L M1CHAEL RAPH43L R4MIEL 42AZEL

GEN6: Anansi The Needler

 Japan was one of the 11 countries she was wanted in. Not that it mattered much anyways, nobody was able to subdue her or throw her in prison. She was way too skilled at evading authority. That and she stuck to areas where nobody snitched, because a lot of them were just as bad if not worse than her. 

 Tonight, she was in the territory of one of the famed 3 deities, apparently they were the three biggest gangs in the underworld. No matter who’s territory she was in, Shego had a healthy respect for other criminals. She wasn’t looking to make any enemies out of any gang leader or mob. It was messy, and Shego’s transportation out of Japan was currently jailed in Colorado, so she would have to wait until he either broke out himself or got broken out. 

 So, she was needing a place to lay low. She had enough money to survive without working, but she was fully aware that she might have to do other things in order to not be harassed by local gang members. 

 Right now, however, the priority was seeking out the main leader of the gang. Being a criminal herself, she needed to make it known that she had no interest in taking territory or doing anything right now. 

 Shego was awoken to a text tone. She groaned, lifting her sleep mask to see it was a text from Drakken. At 3 in the morning. Shego’s hand that wasn’t holding her phone glowed a vicious green, wanting to burn him to nothing but ashes. However, she supposed she could give him a pass and a stay of execution. After all, it was on her for leaving her phone off do not disturb. 

 Still, he was going to have to deal with a very, very angry Shego tomorrow. 

 Rolling out of bed and changing into her usual suit, Shego threw her hair into a messy bun. Not putting in too much effort. She fully intended to take care of the problem with as little fanfare as possible and go right back to dreaming. It was a pleasant one too. She was on a beach, getting a salt scrub. 

 The big problem was apparently something riffling around in their garbage. Shego was certain it was an animal or something, but Drakken insisted she check anyways. 

 She stepped out of the lair, holding a glowing green hand aloft to provide a light source. Looking around, she saw nothing but she did hear something. It seemed too big to be a rat, and she wondered whether it was something else. 

 Even supervillains had to go grocery shopping. Shego wasn’t any exception. Oddly enough, despite being a wildly known super criminal and wanted in 11 countries, everyone had a sort of ‘mind your own business’ attitude today, or maybe they didn’t want to deal with the hassle of having to deal with Shego being mad at them for snitching. Either way, it worked. 

 It was one of her contractually obligated days off, and she was doing some grocery shopping and was later going to the aquarium. She liked fish, sue her. Shego could have hobbies that didn’t involve mayhem and destruction. 

 Currently in her cart was an wide variety of food. She had chocolate ice cream, fresh produce, chicken nuggets, pasta, and spices. She liked to eat healthy, but there were always splurge days.