A/N: Hello everyone, here's a little 600-word something I typed up in about a half hour.

Basically, this is what I would expect from Desmond and Kadar if they were 16 year old boys, and Malik was away for the week end.

Enjoy :)

Title: After the Party

Word Count: 653

Characters: Kadar, Desmond, Claudia, Federico

Pairings: Suggested Kadar/Federico

Kadar groaned, rolling on to his side. The sun pecked at his eye lids, a nuisance that forbid him from falling back asleep. Annoyed, he opened his eyes, immediately squinting in regret at the sun blared in his face. He reached down and tugged the blankets over his face as he suddenly became aware of the heavy pounding in his head, and the rotten stench of vomit and beer. With a sneer, Kadar kicked the blankets away and sat up, yawning as he stretched out his achy muscles. Per usual, he looked around, and could believe what he saw.

His room was completely trashed, with beer cans, cups, and plates thrown around. Along with a garbage can, streamers, and broken glass. Kadar blinked, seeing the for of his friends, Desmond, passed out in the corner.

Just what the hell happened? His mind was fuzy, on account of his throbbing head ache; did he had a hang over? The sixteen year old shook his head, and reached over his bed to his night stand, only to bump into another person. He let out a yell, and did a plop; falling off the edge of his bed. He moaned in pain, and sat up, his eyes just peering over the edge. He inspected the man in his bed, his eye brow raising slightly. Kadar knew the man from some where, but he couldn't place it. He had shaggy reddish, brown hair, a curved nose, and a angled chin. He wore no shirt, much to Kadars enjoyment, leaving his well defined muscles to the eyes of anyone. The man muttered in his sleep, and rolled over. Kadar shook his head staggering to his feet, noting the pink boxers hanging from his hips. With another groan of pain, he walked across the room, kicking Desmond awake.

"Oh what the fuck-" the American looked up, and blinked. "What are you doing in my room?"

"This is my room, idiot." Kadar muttered, his bright blue eyes dropping to Desmonds brown ones. "Who the hell is in my bed?" Desmond glanced across the room, his head tilting to the side as he thought.

"Oh shit, that's Ezios brother." Kadars eyes widened.

"Federico?"

"Uh huh." Desmond nodded, getting to his feet, stumbling a bit as he did. "Holy fuck I'm never going to drink that much again." he looked at Kadar, and raised an eyebrow. "So did you and him..?" he let the sentence speak for its self.

"Iduno." Kadar replied honestly. He had no clue what he had done; all he knew was that he had been drunk out of his mind. He probably did sleep with Federico, he never knew the Italian to be gay.

"Shit," Desmond muttered as he looked around, opening the door to see the equally trashed hall. "Malik is going to kill you." Kadar huffed, aiming to glance out the door.

"It cant be that bad." he muttered, aiming to glance over Desmonds head. Colorful streamers hung from the banister, while cups, napkins, bits of food, and cans littered the floor. He looked up to see messages from their friends spray painted on the wall. He watched as a dog ran by, barking at a half naked Cluadia that scurried down the hall. Desmond looked up at Kadar.

"I didn't know you had a dog."

"We don't..."