It was agreed.

Besides watching bad movies, Carlos and Wanda decided that getting Ralphie drunk was their favorite pastime.

What? It was funny. They had even gotten Phoebe, Ralphie's mild mannered, stick like almost-stepsister since the eleventh grade to agree. ... Oh. Yes. Dr. Tennelli and Mr. Terese were an item, everyone.

But yes. It was funny.

Not only did he turn into a lovey-dovey kind of guy, he decided a shirt was not needed. Shirts were not needed. Ever. According to him, at least. So, in conclusion, their 22 year old friend was loving, shirtless, and in recent years, buffer than he had ever been.

That satisfied Wanda.

That night, they were celebrating Dr. Tennelli (Christine) and Mr. Therese (Nathanial)'s engagement. Finally, after four years.

After coming home from Phoebe and Ralphie's house, they all stopped off at Wanda and Keesha's apartment.

Carlos and Wanda had plans to play their favorite pastime.

And they did.

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Ralphie hiccuped again, "Oh. God. Phoebe! We're gonna be," he hiccupped again, slinging his arm around her shoulders, not noticing her embarrassment at his naked upper half. "Like! Brothers! Except you're... you're not a dude!"

Wanda and Carlos snickered.

"You... you guys!" He said, launching himself at Dorothy Ann and Arnold, who were both grinning, amused, in the kitchen doorway. He latched to Arnold as DA had jumped out of the way. "You guys. Man. You... you guys could get married or something! and uhm. We could all be a big happy, a biiiiiiiig happy," he hiccupped, "big ol' happy ol' family!"

Even Dorothy Ann laughed at this. Even though she wasn't even going out with Arnold.

He took a swig of the beer Arnold was holding. He turned to the sniggering from Carlos and Wanda. He peered in closely, which wasn't hard, because the living room wasn't very big. "You guys. You are wearing. Too many shirts." He made a noise of disapproval. "You know that the.. that the government is why we wear shirts. A topless nation is a happy nation!"

He set his sights on Keesha. "You! Take off your top!" He pointed at Tim, too, "Join her in the crusade!"

He then flopped down on a nearby chair and took Arnold down with him, who seemed unable to squirm from his grasp.

It was a good day for them. Except Arnold. Who who had his shirt ripped off him by force.

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Drunken Ralphie pointless fic.

Hiyoooooo.