AN: I totally got inspiration for this by a few things. One, seeing the Hangover Part II as a first date movie.

Secondly, a review made on my "I Kissed a Mercenary" story by ILIKEMESOMEPIE. ( FAN FICTION .net/u/2158146/)

He said, at the end of his lovely review; "And to cock block all horny 13 year olds out there...MISHA IN A BIKINI..."
and thus, this crossover was born.

Also helped by discussing it with my friend in the real world, who on Fanfiction is known as The Great Deceiver, (FAN FICTION .net/u/2879601/)

So, here it goes. Mercenaries meet ultimate crazy adventures.; MUHAHAHAHA!

It started just as it had ended, the party that is. The three mercenaries had collectively taken down Blanco, Carmona, and finally, Ramon Solano. And of course, what better way to celebrate their victory, revenge and pay-cheques, than to party it up with alcohol? (What else is there to party with?) This was only the beginning to the craziness that would occur on the day after.

Mattias lugged in a wooden crate that carried all sorts of various types of alcohol, including tequila, beer, vodka, rum, and whiskey. He had gotten all of it from the Pirates, for doing a quick outpost job against the Allied Nations who had yet to clear out of Venezuela.

"Oh good, you've got the booze." Jennifer Mui said, walking into the main front room of the villa, her curvaceous hips swaying side to side. She went to reach in for the bottle of tequila, when Mattias caught her hand.

"Save it for later." He gave her a look from behind his black sunglasses. She rolled her eyes, and huffed, letting go of the neck of the tall bottle.

"Fine…" She whined in defeat. "For later then."

LATER…

"Aye, and I didn't get it because she knew I had that bottle of chocolate syrup and she promised…" Ewan couldn't even finish his story because he burst out laughing along with the rest of the group, aside from Fiona, who had been forced to hear this story when she had been left alone with him once. She wasn't exactly all that pleased that they were drinking so much tonight, especially since she was trying to get them another new job as soon as possible. She sat in the one side of the couch, arms folded firmly against her chest.

"Fiona, cheer up. Have a drink." Chris suggested.

"And who's supposed to take care of all of you tomorrow when you're all so hung-over you can't even.."

"We'll be fine." Mattias interrupted, giving her a smile. "Come on…" He slid deeper into the chair, legs up on the arm as he slouched into the leather. They had pulled all the couches, and chairs and a table to make a bit of a lounge to drink around in on the upper floor of what had been Solano's villa. The mercs were all lounging around, in chairs, on couches, on the floor. It didn't matter. As long as they had their drinks, they were happy.

"Go on, Fi, hell, I'll even pour you a drink." Jen spoke up, sliding off her end of the couch to the table. She slipped her a shot of straight up vodka.

"Fine." She sighed, taking the shot back in one go. She figured one drink couldn't hurt, right?

Soon, Fiona was in a daze. The room was spinning, the lights were flashing, music was blaring and the mercenaries had lost it. She blinked a few times, while attempting to stand. She semi-tripped, but caught herself on the arm of the red couch, tipsy-toodling away from the lounge and down the hallway to where her room was. She had no sense of time, or what the others were doing. All she wanted to do was to lie down. Once she got to her bedroom, she collapsed into bed, burying her face into her pillow.

THE MORNING AFTER…

Jennifer's almond-shaped eyes blinked awake. She felt she was lying on something relatively soft, and she figured she was in a bed, somewhere. The only defining feature she could see was the white ceiling, but that didn't help her. The entire villa was painted white. She had a huge headache, and she was glad that the drooping curtains were partially blocking the sunlight of the Venezuelan sun from coming in from the window. She waited for a moment, and then went to roll out of the right side of the bed, when she stopped before hitting the shirtless, dark-skinned, muscular, broad-shouldered back belonging to Chris. At least from what Jen could see above the covers, he looked to not be wearing anything. Jen had a mini panic attack, and just had to see if she was wearing anything at all. Her brown eyes widened when she saw her naked self. She immediately went to roll over to get out of bed the other way when she hit flesh this time from under the covers.

"Owww…" A feminine voice mumbled from underneath the pillow.

"Fiona?" Jen whisper-hissed. The lump from under the covers slowly rolled over and sat up. To Jen's surprise, it wasn't the familiar red-haired Aussie. "Eva?" The mechanic looked tiredly in her direction, pulling up the bra strap that was sitting way down by her elbow.

"Why are you naked?" Eva asked bluntly.
"I…uh…don't know…" Jen stammered, crossing her arms over her breasts. She felt way too out there. "Why don't you or…him have anything on?" She looked over to her right at Chris who was still sound asleep snoring, "Why are we all in the nuddy pants?"

"The what?" Eva gave her a confused look.

"Naked!'

"I have no idea."

Jen gave her a worried glance, then slid down to the end of the bed to get out. She looked around the floor, searching through piles of clothes to find her own. She dressed haphazardly, still unable to find her boots. Eva flopped back down into the covers again. The British mercenary walked out into the main room. The couches were amok, turned over, and somehow made into a makeshift fort. The booze bottles were either completely empty, or with one swig left in the bottom. They were scattered among the table and floor. Misha was on his couch, splayed out, one leg hooked over the back of it, one down. He was of course, passed out. Jen stormed out past him, and her eyes soon fixated on the Russian pilot.

"Oh my God, what the hell are you wearing?" She shielded her eyes, but it didn't do much, seeing as the image was now burned into her mind. He suddenly woke up.

"Huh? What is going- Jen? What's wrong?" He asked, completely clueless.

"Take a look at yourself." So, that's just what Misha did.

"Heh." He chuckled. At that moment, Eva groggily walked in, yawning loudly, belching at the end.

"Misha, why are you wearing my bikini?" She looked at him. He in fact, was wearing her bright yellow polka dot bikini, both the bottom, and the top, though one string was falling down, and his chest hair was escaping the cup of the bikini top. Suddenly, from the couch behind Jen and Eva, Ewan sprang up.

"Aye, did someone say a bikini?" He looked around the women, and then went, "Oh, ugh." and laid back down on the couch. Jen looked between them all, fear in her eyes.

"What the bloody hell happened to us last night?"