"Oh, c'mon," Kennichi wheedled, tipping the bottle of scotch over into Edward's glass again. Edward eyed the amber liquid warily, considered throwing the glass at the insistent teen and then scowled at the thought of the wasted alcohol.

He was a man, dammit. "It is NONE-" Edward took the glass and knocked back the shot, slamming it down on the table and glowering at Kennichi. "-of your damn business."

Kennichi hooted, and high-fived Yuukito, who was sitting beside Edward. Edward turned his now slightly-fuzzy glare on the pale-haired clone of Kennichi, who was pouring himself a shot. "I think he's just scared," Yuukito said, calmly knocking back his own liquor.

"I think you're right," Kennichi agreed, as Yuukito poured him a shot and nudged it over. Kennichi knocked it back with a grin, not even flinching.

Edward growled. There was no way - no way this damn kid could knock back more liquor than he could. "I am not scared. It's just none of your business!"

"If you're not scared," Kennichi grinned wider. "Then prove it." He pointed at himself. "Kiss me."

Edward froze, his stomach roiling with the effects of the alcohol and the implication of those words. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head violently. "No way - no fuckin' way am I gonna kiss you."

"Chickenshit," Yuukito grunted, pouring Edward another shot.

"If you're so keen on it, why don't YOU fucking kiss him then?" Edward glowered at the shot sitting on the table but couldn't turn it down, he was losing enough face already. The alcohol burned down his throat and his stomach seized up, already hating him.

Kennichi made a face. "Ed, are you out of your goddamned mind? He's my clone, that's, like, incest or something!"

"What's like incest?" Kenshin had been taking his plate from dinner to the kitchen when he had heard the ruckus and stuck his head around the corner. He frowned as he took in the liquor, and the really-kinda-sauced alchemist sitting at one side of the table.

"Edward," Kenshin said with a sigh, stepping in to the room. "Did we forget about Kennichi's insane alcohol tolerance again?"

Edward blinked muzzily at Kenshin, then glanced to Kennichi, and back to Kenshin again. "You know," he mused thoughtfully. "You two do look a lot alike."

"How drunk did you get him?" Kenshin asked, mildly alarmed.

"We were just trying to see how drunk he had to be to kiss someone else," Kennichi protested.

Yuukito shrugged, pouring himself another shot. "Kennichi just wanted to see how bad a kisser Edward was."

Kenshin turned his glare on Kennichi, who shrunk a little in his seat. "Oh, c'mon, 'niisan. Inquiring minds-"

"Don't have ANY say in this house," Kenshin said, crouching beside Edward. "C'mon, Ed. Let's get you to bed." Kenshin helped Edward to his feet, and Edward blinked and looked at him in confusion. Then without any warning he threw his arms around Kenshin's neck and kissed him, putting his tongue halfway down Kenshin's throat in the process.

Edward detached from the stunned Kenshin enough to grin lazily at Kennichi. "'toldja I could kiss," he mumbled.

Kenshin gave an exasperated sound, hauling Edward bodily out the door. "Bed, Elric. Before you empty your stomach on me or the floor."

Kennichi stared at the table dejectedly as Yuukito poured him another shot. "You owe me fifty bucks," Yuukito said with a purr.

"Shut the fuck up," Kennichi said, and knocked back his shot.