Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl. If I did, I'd be able to pay for a better disclaimer.
Just little snippets of fun to help me get over writers block :D Enjoy!
Artemis Fowl is not one to get drunk.
In fact, Artemis thinks alcohol is a vulgar substance. Anything that can turn even the most respectable men into blabbering idiots is not something he wishes to associate with.
So, when St. Patrick's Day finally came, while all his fellow natives where getting completely plastered, Artemis sat sipping water. Nobody or nothing could force him into having the smallest sip of Guinness.
Well. Almost nobody. You see, one person, by the name of Holly Short, slipped vodka into his water while he wasn't looking.
Artemis Fowl woke that morning with a banging headache, no shoes and no memory of what had happened the previous night.
"Butler?" he groaned.
Butler was there in an instant. "Yes, sir?"
"What happened?"
"You, err, got drunk, Artemis."
Artemis groaned, his fears confirmed.
"Butler, tell me. While intoxicated, what… things did I get up too?"
"Oh, I don't need to tell you," said Butler, unable to hide a small smile. "Foaly taped it all. I'm sure he'll let you watch it, as soon as Holly, Mulch, Commander Root, Trouble Kelp, Grub Kelp, Chix Verbil, Ark Sool, Commander Vinyaya and the LEP TV Network have finished with it."
200 words. Count 'em if you doubt me :P
OK, so I probably could have got it down to 100 if I tried really, really, really hard… but I didn't. Anyway, I like it like this.
If you find time in your busy lives to click that 'Review' button and tell me what you think, then I'd really appriciate it. :D
Little-Miss-Vamprechaun