Disclaimer: I do not own Pikmin.
A/N: Red will not be making an appearance here due to unfortunate circumstances, but we will see what we can do to make it up to you all. Yellow is the alcoholic who everyone hates, Blue is the straight man, Purple is the guy who would work well in a city gang, and White is the emotionless, sickly little youngster, who is also Blue's distant nephew. Bulbmin is Red's pet.
With Red stuck in the hospital for the next few days after Yellow broke his nose in a drunken rage, the Pikmin's tiny apartment complex had become eerily quiet. Blue was watching a rerun of President Louie's inauguration speech on tape, while White and Purple tried to keep themselves busy by playing poker. Their pet Bulbmin puppy was asleep in the corner, dreaming in anticipation for its next meal. Yellow himself had gone out several hours ago, and has yet to return. It was most likely that he was at bar somewhere, too drunk to even tell left from right anymore.
"Go fish," White mumbled, his wide red eyes drooping slightly. He was never much of one for card games anyway.
"We're playing POKER, you idiot!!" Purple snapped. Whenever he forgets his midday snack, he tends to get rather cranky, but the rest of the time he was as sweet and cuddly as a teddy bear. He also had the unhealthy habit of smoking alot, too. "If you can't even follow what damn game we're playing, then you might as well give up!"
White threw his cards high in the air with an apathetic expression on his face. "Fine. I give up."
"ARGH!!! I WANTED TO WIN FAIR AND SQUARE!!!"
"Too bad."
"I SHALL CRUSH YOU WITH MY BELLY!!!"
"Go ahead."
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE-"
His lower lip curling upwards, Blue looked over his shoulder and shouted, "Will you two shut the heck up?! I'm trying to watch television, for crying out loud!!"
Bulbmin's tiny eyes flickered open, and it looked around in a daze for a few seconds before drifting off back to sleep.
"He's trying to watch the telly." White said to Purple.
"I KNOW!" Purple snapped back, taking out a packet of Marlboro cigarettes and a lighter from his back pockets.
Suddenly, the front door swung open, and the owner of the building, a rather grumpy old Mushroom Pikmin named Salvador Toadmin, stepped inside, looking as cross as ever. No one said anything for a few seconds.
"You know," Salvador said calmly, sighing, "I had figured that with Red and Yellow out of the apartment for this short time, we'd all finally get some nice peace and quiet...but I guess I was wrong..."
Blue stood up from the couch. "Uh, we're really sorry, Mr. Toadmin. We'll try to-"
Suddenly, without warning, Salvador exploded with fury, and he began swinging his arms around wildly as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "THAT'S ALL YOU EVER DO!!! ALL YOU EVER DO IS 'TRY'!!! WELL, HOW ABOUT YOU POTHEADS STOP 'TRYING' AND START 'DOING' FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIVES?!!! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND STOP BOTHERING THE OTHER TENANTS!!! I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO RAISE YOUR MONTHLY CHARGES A BIT MORE TO CONVINCE YOU TO TAKE MY ADVICE TO HEART!!!" And with that, he stormed off, slamming the door behind him so forcefully that it shook the walls. One of the framed portraits came unhooked and shattered upon hitting the floor. It was a photo of the Pikmin group visiting Hocotate Land.
Blue gulped. 'He's gonna charge us extra for living expanses again, isn't he...? It already costs almost my entire salary just to allow us to keep Bulbmin in our room...jeez...'
"Hey, we're not potheads!!! We are totally against drugs of any kind!!!" Purple snapped in his own defense despite Salvador having already left, and he took a long drag on his cigarette. White sighed and shook his head.
"I really dislike you guys sometimes..." Blue mumbled, turning his attention back to the TV set.
White nodded. "Same here."