These are a bunch of drabbles that I write during my break in college That I'll (try to) update every Tuesday (and maybe Thursday if I feel like it). And since I am in college, lets pretend all of this is in College as well, Eh?

Welcome to College.

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He can get drunk

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The Professor looked into his tea, tipping it slightly, not so much to spill the contents inside, but just enough to see the side and bottom of the tea cup. He had took one sip of the tea his apprentice had worked so hard to make all morning, and was come over with a strange sensation that made him feel uneasy. He looked at his apprentice, pointing into the tea.

"Did you add anything extra to the Tea this morning, Luke …?" The Professor asked.

The young apprentice shook his head to the side. "Nothing out of the ordinary, two tea-spoons of sugar like you always want."

"Then why … why does it taste differently?"

"Maybe I should try some?" Luke said, extending an arm to the tea. "Maybe just a sip?"

"If you insist, Luke." Layton said, handing the tea cup to the boy, "Just be careful."

Luke looked into the cup, trying to determine whether the contents of the cup were poisonous or not. After several minutes of silent, Luke finally shrugged, bobbed his head upward and finished off the tea he had prepared for the professor.

"Well?" Layton said, "What do you think?"

"I don't know …" Luke said, he cheeks a slight tinge of red. "M-maybe if I could get a second cup I would find out."

The Professor gestured to Luke that he was open to the tea-pot in the middle of the table, in which Luke grabbed carefully and tipped, pouring more of the reddish-brown liquid into the cup. Luke then proceeded to drink from the cup again, more slowly than he did before. The Professor noticed how flustered the boy became, and took back the cup in fear of poison. In his surprise, though, Luke grabbed the teacup back and drank the rest of its contents quite quickly.

"H-hey … I … I wasn't finished with that yet …" Luke said, swaying a bit from side to side, "I mean, i-it's not bad tea … it just tastes funny … b-but … I feel … I feel relaxed, professor … professor?"

"You're not sick at all?" The Professor said, holding up his middle and index finger to the boy's eyes. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Luke studied the fingers, and then smiled, snickering. "6 fingers and three thumbs, professor … I didn't know you had no many fingers!!" A hiccup could be heard from the young boy.

Layton decided that further tests were only going to harm the boy more than help himself, so he decided to pour himself another cup of tea from the same pot Luke has brewed the tea in. He took a couple of cautious sips: The taste was rather bitter, and still left him with the strange sensation he had felt moments before. He took a whiff of the tea and finally figured out.

Someone had spiked his tea with what smelled and tasted like white wine.

That was it. The Professor decided that the experiment was done and Luke would need to recover from this, seeing as how he was so young and vulnerable to the wine's affects. But as soon as Layton laid a hand on the teapot, Luke gave out a yelp and covered the Tea-pot with his whole body.

"Luke, my boy, you're drunk." The Professor stated matter of factually.

Luke smiled at his mentor, his face flushed and his eyes drooped. He held up a finger as if to say something to fight against that fact, but nothing ever came out of his mouth. Instead, all he could do was mumbling some incoherent nonsense about 'relaxation tea'.

Layton managed to slip the tea-pot out from under Luke's body and spill the contents of it into the sink. Whoever managed this trick had a sick sense of humor, that's for sure; he could trust that his apprentice would never do such a thing as to pour an alcoholic beverage into the tea: they didn't even have anything alcoholic in the house.

As Luke rolled on the table, laughing ever so strangely so much to make the professor leave the premises of the kitchen, Don Paolo watched from the window, cursing to himself.

"BLAST! That wasn't part of the plan!" He yelled to himself. "The Professor was supposed to drink that spiked tea, not the boy!"

A nearby cat came up and rubbed itself against the Don's arm. Paolo growled through his teeth and harshly pushed the cat away. "Go away! I'm busy!!"

The Cat was certainly angry at this action: it attached itself to Don Paolo's face, scratching up the skin as he yelled in a fury of colourful curse words.

College had begun.

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This is actually inspired by an RP some friends and I did some time ago, but it was Layton who got drunk instead of Luke. Maybe later I'll make The Professor Drunk as well, eh?