Morgana glanced up from her Playbill with annoyance. Thus far, this date had not gone very well. From the business in the lobby, to Drake's insistence at yelling at an usher to toss him a hot dog as if they were at a sporting event, he had been acting like a bored child the entire time they had been waiting for the show to begin. Now he was adding snooping to his list of indescretions.

"What -- In the nice seats, where a good boyfriend might have bought seats for a make-up date?" She quipped.

"That looks just like my arch-nemesis, Megavolt!" Drake grinned. "And his new accomplice! I guess this night's not a lost cause after all."

Morgana glared at him pointedly and he slumped down in his seat with a spectacularly immature pout.

"Uhhh . . . crime-wise, I meant." He mumbled as the theater lights dimmed.

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