Title: Queen Mother
Author: Syberina5 or tsarcasm
Word Count: 100
Summary: Dunky, drunky drunk.
Disclaimer: So Sy was a little drunk and thought that this was brilliant.
Author's Notes: I was drunk and reading to avoid the agony that is WriMo—oddly not that agonizing. And felt the need to indulge. Don't be discouraged that it was written during my fourth glass of wine. Yeah.
They were drunk. Yes, truly, tremendously drunk: The frequent giggles, the constant mispronunciations, the total limp-wristedness of the whole affair. Drunk. Dunky, drunky drunk.
"So," Justin declared, "then Brian said, 'I wouldn't go there princess.'—"
"Phfffft. Like the Queen Mother has any room to talk." Emmett called, hand waving out, gurgling more of his cosmo.
"I thought that was Emmett," Ted mouthed, pointing, while Em was otherwise engaged,
earning renewed laughter.
"Anyway, Sunshine," Brian continued the story—which was about him after all; wasn't everything? "He said, 'Whatever.'"
"I so totally had a better point than that," Justin continued.