Disney Undercover

Initiation

"Let's go!" I holler as we get back into the meeting room.
"You uh... you did great out there," Ashton remarks as he brushes his loose blond hair behind his ear.
"Thanks," I grin, placing my palms on the table.
"I believe you've earned this," Mark nods as he hands me black thing. It resembles the outer cover of a book. I open it. It's a golden badge.
"Thanks, Mark." I nod.
"Okay people, we have won this fight, gained back our systems and restored order, but this battle has just begun!" Mark points out.
"Which is why I've got the gym filled with things for drills. Every Tuesday, we will have a virtual emergency, which is mandatory."
"Oh come on! Can't we just have a little break? Head over to world show case? Initiation needs to happen?" Fatima wines.
"What?" I raise an eyebrow.
"You'll see..." Garth trails off.
"Yes, you can do initiation, I think we've all deserved a night off." Mark nods.
"Yes!" Aston punches the air.
"Someone please tell me what's going on!" I request.
"Initiation," Garth nods along.
"What?"
"Just go along with it," Fatima moans as she pulls me by the arm away.
    We get back into our regular close, and look normal again. We use the elevator next to Peter Pan's Flight. We walk about the closed and abandoned park. It's dark. Abandoned shops and there windows fill the darkened streets. Abandoned tables sit out of Casey's Corner. Squirrels run amuck.
    The air still smells Smokey from earlier. The castle waits as blue lighting resides on it. Cast members stand on the stage pointing at random things. A security officer runs up to us.
"Show your identity badges," He grins. Everyone sighs and reaches in their pockets. They all pulls out their badges. They look like ones that the FBI. Except ours have a Micky on them. His eyes widen at the sight. "What about you?" He asks me.
"Oh yeah!" I nod as I pull mine out. He nods, and let's us pass.
"Look who's all fancy and stuff," Fatima squeezes me.
"Thanks," I gasp for air.
"Sorry" She squeals as she releases me. "It's just my little Ambers all grown up and saving Disney!"
"We only met today, but I'll take what I can get!"
We take the back way to the Contemporary. This involves us walking through the White gates in the back. Some old dudes give us funny looks as we walk pass. We step in, and heard together for a moment with a tour group. We take the escalator up until we reach the main floor. It's filled with shops in restaurants. We just walk in silence.
"You guys killed it tonight," I break the silence.
"Are you serious? We couldn't have done it without your TinkerBell-ness!" Fatima rubs my arm as she speaks.
"You did really great out there," Garth nods.
"This definitely beats regular work!" Ashton celebrates.
"What is it that you guys actually do?" I ask.
"Umm... we can't really talk about that... here... or now," Fatima trails off as the monorail pulls into the station. We all cram into the monorail. Ashton has to press his body next to mine as we hold onto the rails.
"We can tell you later," Ashton says in my ear.
"Thanks," I grin as I brush my hair behind my ear. "By the way, you look good in a dress," After I say this, He just blushes.
"I think I'll just stick to my regular cloths,"
"Suit yourself. Just saying, might want to apply to the character division,"
"Ha! Who says I haven't!"
"Oh really... is that what you actually do?"
"Maybe..."
"Oh, can I take that as a yes?"
"If you want to..."
"Yes or no, Ashton! Yes or no!"
"I'll tell you at initiation,"
"Can someone explain to me what initiation is?"
"It's the action of admitting someone into a secret or obscure group, typically with a ritual," Garth explains.
"I didn't mean that, I mean what are we doing?"
"You'll see..."

***
"Here we are!" Garth announces as we stand outside the Coke store in Epcot.
     The ball is a light shade of pink. People walk all over. Ashton  holds a small cup of a drink that they haven't told me what of. The Illuminations of Earth was just starting, so everyone was scampering away.
"So, I drink whatever the heck this is, I'm officially in?"
"Essentially," Garth says.
"Got it," I nod.
"You ready for this?" Ashton asks as he rubs his shoulder against my arm.
"If I do, will you tell me what you do?"
"Yes," Fatima nods. Garth hands my the glass.
"This is the Beverly, isn't it?"
"What would make you think that?" Fatima raises her pitch.
"We did this for Jungle Cruise initiation. It's how I got my Skipper bracket." I say as I hold up the brown leather bracelet that read, 'Skipper' on it. I wore it every where.
"Oh, so you've had it before?" Garth looks down.
"Oh yeah," I nod.
"Just drink it anyways," Fatima says.
"Okay, Yiesh!" I sigh. I take a swig, and purse my lips. It tastes like overall crud. "That tastes like absolute trash!"
"True," Garth nods. "By the way, I'm Garth,"
"Yeah, I know. Mark said so at the meeting," I admit. "So what do you guys do?"
"I, obviously work in costuming," Fatima flaunts as we sit down on a nearby bench.
"I work tech for the Monsters Inc. Laugh floor. I cue things, and direct jokes and stuff," Garth says.
"Got any funny jokes?"
"Why can't you give Elsa a balloon? Because she just lets it go!" We all just laugh. Not only because it was funny, because his voice cracked midway through.
"And what about you?" I look over at Ashton.
"Umm... you don't really have to know..." He trails off.
"What is it?"
"You don't have to know..."
"Ashton Adrian Smith..." Garth growls.
"Adrian? That's your middle name?"
"Yeah, Just don't tell anyone else. These guys are the only ones who know," Ashton sighs.
"Your secret's safe with me," I nod. "So what do you actually do?"
"I play..." He hesitates for a minute. He goes over and whispers in my ear. "Netris,"
"Who's that?" I mumble, being extra careful not to talk to loudly, seeing as we really couldn't talk about this.
"He's one of the padawans from Jedi Training Academy in Hollywood Studios," He grumbles.
"Maybe I'll see you sometime," I grin.
"Yeah, that would be great, actually. And uh- I'll check you out at whatever job you do," Ashton rubs the back of his neck.
"I'm a Skipper on Jungle Cruise," I grin.
"Well then, maybe we all could go and see each other," Garth suggests.
"Yeah! We all could do dress up in costuming!" Fatima claps. "What? It's what I do,"
"And maybe we could grab lunch since there isn't really any cool thing that you could do at Laugh Floor," Garth admits.
"That would be really, really nice,"