My first time writing a drabble c: It's kinda dumb, but it's funny. Enjoy :D
"Who wears short-shorts? I wear short-shorts!" Pickles sang as he danced around in his room. He was wearing extremely short denim jeans, and was holding a bottle of vodka, taking swigs as he kicked up his legs and danced obnoxiously. He locked his door, or at least he thought he locked it. He looked at himself in the mirror, playing around and rubbing his face. "What a handsome devil!" he exclaimed, as he turned around and smacked his butt. He finished off his booze and threw the empty bottle at a wall, causing it to make a loud shattering sound that bounced off every available surface. Pickles didn't care- he still danced around like no one was watching.
"Pickle?!"
The drummer gasped as he noticed the young brunette standing in the doorway, staring in awe.
"Toki! What're you doin' here!? I t'ought you were goin' to Dimmu Burger wit' 'da guys!" He asked the guitarist, jumping off of his bed and walking over to him.
"No. I don'ts feel wells... And you just mades it so much worse," He explained, looking up and down the drummer multiple times. Pickles scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.
"Heh, yeah... Uh, sahrry aboot 'dat. I'll go change, if you wanna hang out 're some'tin." Toki looked down and back up.
"It ams fine, you cans do what your doings... Whatever that ams." He ran out of the room, holding his stomach. Pickles sighed as he sat down on his bed; he slid off his shorts and held them up in front of him.
"Welp. Maybe some o'der time, old pal." He whispered as he got up and gently placed them in his drawer.