Hey guys! This is my first uploaded story here. Go easy, I don't want everyone breaking my back over this. I wrote this because... well boredom, what else?

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Name: Intoxicated Turnabout

Rating: T (A bit of swearing, drunkenness and romance.)

Details: Franziscka Von Karma decides to hold a party for some her closest friends (And unfortunate others). A shame that the wine she served had come too quickly, and a ridiculous quantity.

Amber teetered precariously on the edge of her chair. Maya teetered on the chair next to her.

"Ha ha! You'll never beat me!" Maya laughed. Amber began to laugh too, and let her guard down. Maya pushed her, and Amber fell off the edge, onto a very tense Franziscka.

"Fool!" the enraged Von Karma spat. She raised her whip, ready to fling the tip down at the funny girl on the floor. Amber fiddled with her hair, putting something in it.

"...Foolishly foolish fool." Franziscka muttered angrily as she coiled her whip, unable to get the attention or reaction she wanted from the girl.

"Great, now I owe her one..." Amber sighed, trudging to the food table with Maya.

Phoenix and Edgeworth were playing pool, Miles carrying a martini with an olive floating in it, and Phoenix downing a glass of wine.

"Wright. Are you stealing the balls?" Miles cooed at Phoenix. Phoenix stared, and played with his bulging (And noisy) pockets.

"Uhhm...no?" Phoenix muttered, and downed the last of his fourth glass. Miles laughed and approached Phoenix. Miles playfully waggled his finger in Phoenixes face, his eyes slightly glazed. Phoenix got frustrated and bit the offending digit.

"MAH FINGAHHH!!" Miles screeched, attempting to shake Phoenix from his hold.

"P-Pal? What are you doin-"Gumshoe asked Meekins, who had said he would have no alcohol, but then forgot his promise after 'feeling left out'. Meekins fumbled with his loudspeaker, obviously attempting to turn it on. Gumshoe confiscated it. At least he was sober. Meekins groped around, mumbling, "Sir...Where's it gone?" Gumshoe sighed and left for the food table, Meekins loudspeaker slung over his shoulder.

Godot leaned against the bar, occasionally swigging coffee out of his thermos. Mia Fey, summoned by little Pearl Fey, sat down on the stool next to him, hands in her lap. Forbidden to drink alcohol for Pearls welfare, Mia succumbed to her loves pleas, and settled with a cup of 'bottomless black'.

"I never knew you could love the dead like this." Godot used to murmur to himself before he got used to Mia's supervisation of Phoenix.

"What are you thinking about?" Mia smiled. Godot looked into her eyes and warmly smiled. "About that trial, when I first met you. Good times, but they always fade." He sighed, and took another mouthful of his coffee.

"Diego...I'm still around. The good times are back." She whispered. Godot's mouth opened slightly and Mia softly stroked his face. She leaned in for the kiss and...

BANG!

Miles had run into the bar and slumped on the floor with a grimace. Phoenix was laying down next to him, Edgeworth's finger held in between his teeth.

"Wow, that's an anti-climax." Godot mumbled. Mia shrugged, and pressed their lips together

Franziska inspected the mess that she had to deal with. An unwelcome look of horror was planted on her face. She kicked her unconscious brother and scowled.

I will never throw a party for people who can't hold their drink...