The clear night air had an icy crisp to it, a sign that winter was approaching even though it was only a couple of weeks into September. As a result of this many people were inside on this one Saturday evening, families were sitting down to watching the Saturday Night Films on Film4, with a cuppa and McVities digestive…excluding a certain Brit.
The street was quiet, no sign of life which wasn't unusual when it began to get colder. As a cat was about to sit down on the cold, stone wall, a voice broke the innocent silence causing the poor animal to jump out of it's skin and hurtle down the road.
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall! Ninety-nine bottles of beer~" was shortly followed by a small 'hic!'. The voice belonged to an Englishman, his emerald eyes out of focus due to the drink, dark hair was ruffled and knotted with blood because of a fight earlier on, no older than his early twenties the man was slung over a much taller blonde as though he were a small child.
"Oh~ you take one down, gulp it down~ ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall."
"Arthur that's the third time you've sang that." an American sighed, sapphire eyes looking over his shoulder. "Sing something else…please."
"Ya can't tell meh what t'do…" Arthur said, his words slurred as he took another gulp of his beer. "I'm older than ya…" he remained silent then burst out singing the infamous Monty Python song. "Finlan', Finlan', Finlan'~ The country I wanna be. Pony trekkin' or campin', or jus' watchin' TV~" although he was pissed out of his head, the Brit sounded like he was singing this sober, this amused the younger man.
When the song finished Arthur went to take another swig of his bottle only to discover to his surprise all the contents had somehow vanished. After staring at the bottle for several silent minutes he pointed out; "The bottle's empty."
"Good." Alfred said. "Now you'll have some brain cells left to analyze what's going to be happening at tomorrows meeting." he began to walk up the steps to Arthur's apartment, just as he was about to open the door after somehow managing to balance Arthur with one arm, he muttered. "I don't see why I bother with this every Saturday…" sighing he walked in and dumped the drunkard onto the sofa, when he walked into the kitchen he said. "Guess this is what happens when I'm friends with you."
Alfred grabbed a glass from the cabinet, as he began to fill it with water, the emerald eyed man began singing again. His slurred voice filling the apartment as he began to sing one of his favourite songs.
"One day we're friends forever,
Next day we're friends for never,
Who say, You say, We're best friends,
I say, he say, Till the end.
Our friendships like a slice of chocolate cake
You're the icing you'd be the sponge
When we're together we become
A perfect way to end a perfect dinnertime
Quite substantial, glass of wine
A tasty mint goes down a treat and helps my indigestion...
Digest this factual piece of evidence
I'm your butter you're my toast
The gravy on my Sunday roast
I'm not a fan of your roasts…"
At this the Brit fell unconscious. Alfred let out another sigh. He was going to have to stay up all night now in case his friend would vomit in his sleep. "Just another Saturday…"
EDIT: I edited this coz it bugged me. Anyways~
I do NOT own the music. The 'Finland Song' belongs to Monty Python. And 'Friends For Never' belongs to The Midnight Beast.
Reviews .etc. are welcome as always ^^