"C'mon man! Everyone goes ta a bar during vacation!"

Well yea. I knew that. Everyone like to drink during Spring Break. Too bad I couldn't get those tickets down to can cun. I could be like a crazy teenage spring breaker! And triple kiss!

"Well yea. With people they like."

"Man, that's mean! But I know ya don't mean it!"

"Yes. Yes I do Zell,"

"Ah man! C'mon! You're a teenager! Stop acting like your thirty-five or somethin'!"

Sigh. Didn't I already explain?

"You're useless. If you leave me alone for say....forever... after this, then I'll go to the bar with you,"

"Cool! I'll get Selphie!"

..Selphie? This just gets better and better. Sigh. Well atleast there will be vodka. I hope it's not the cheap nasty vodka. I mean, you can get a similar taste if you just go suck on a potatoe...not that I would know....of course not.


At some cheap bar in Balamb......



"Yo! Squall! I bet I could drink ya under da table!"

What does that mean exactly? Drink me under the table? I mean, I know, but it's like the. You can't describe the. But you know what it means.

Ahh damn. The jukebox started playing some chick song. I had to take my mind off of it. And what better way then by drinking?

"Okay. Fine. The looser has to say he influenced the winner and Selphie into underage drinking,"



I can't remember much after that.




I'd like to think I won though.

I like vodka! And vodka likes me!

I must still be drunk.


I woke up in some cheap inn. The windows were open and some of that accursed sunlight was sweeping through, and blowing the white drapes a little. Damn, my head hurt.

Hmmm. How did I get here? Maybe Selphie put like Roach in one of my many shots. Hmmmmm. But what was the motive? Whatever.

Whatever. I should get back to Garden, before like, someone says, "Dude! Squall isn't here! Let's steal his stuff!"

I sat up and stretched.

I was missing my under shirt..so I reached over under the covers and..someone was there!

"What the fuck? Leave me alone!"

Eep!

"Um..Who're you?"

The person sat up.

Of course it was a guy. A beautiful women would never be there. Sigh.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I asked you first!"

"What the fuck are you? Five?"

"Fine. I'm Squall."

Yea. I had definitely seen that guy before.

In line to get the fake IDs I'm sure.

With some scary chick.

Who says chick anymore? I'm a looser...

"I'm, Seifer Almasy,"

He said it all dramatic like. I wish I could do that. And make up big words! Like matikulate! Maybe that is a word. I dunno. I would have to look it up whe-

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I don't know...I think I got drunk or something but I can't really remember,"

"Can you remember..did we..?"

I looked down. I still had my pants on if it meant anything........

"I don't think so. I'm not a fag,"

"Well shit. I don't know about that,"

"What?? I'm am NOT a fag,"

"I wasn't talking about that dumb ass! I think we did you know, fucked! You're disgusting!"

I'm disgusting? Doesn't it take two people to fuck?

"Whatever. I'm leaving,"

"Just don't say you're a Garden student,"

.Shit.

"Um. No. I work in a sweatshop. Heeey! I remember making that shirt!"

Seifer grabbed me by the throat. He must have mood swings.

"I swear to fucking Hyne, if you tell anyone about this...I'll slit your damn throat!"

"Because I'm so proud to have shared a bed with Seifer Almasy,"

Owie! He threw me against this wooden dresser. Fuck him.

I grabbed my gunblade.

"You know how to use that? Whatever. Just leave. I don't have time to deal with fucking amateurs,"


Whatever. They're probably stealing my stuff by now.

I just left my undershirt there I guess. Oh well.

Like I don't have a closet full of them.

This was supposed to be a really big long story that was 'the one'. Of course I think that of all my stories. But now I see the very vague detail..and I can't remember what it was suppose to turn out to be.  But I still like it. Awww. How cute.