/ a n ; filled with head canons, milesxkay, phoenixxiris, and major emaxapollo. flames will be used to keep me warm in the winter. 3 my first fic. please tell me about any mistakes. ily.
"..haha, the peanut? Yeah.. eh potato.."
Judging by what he just heard, Apollo thought he drank just a little too much.. is there such a thing as "too much"..? Yes.. there is. Definitely. Common sense.. but Phoenix drinks a lot.. and he doesn't get drunk.. does he? He'd have to ask Trucy later. He hummed in his head. That head was currently filled with naughty thoughts (dammit, Apollo, you're a lawyer!) of the wonderful ladies sitting by Mr. Edgebirth, was it-and Phoenix. They were laughing and in a circle, a bottle in front of them. One of the ladies was Miles' current date.. or lady friend.. er, Kay, right? Then that Iris fellow.. she seemed like a nice girl.. a good influence for Phoenix. Hm.. he wasn't very social, was he? And there was his snackoo-addicted friend. What were they now? Friends? Is that it? He dreamt of her, even though he'd never really admit it.. would he? No.. he wouldn't. Hmm.. there were a lot of people at this victory party.. probably sixty thousand. Eh.. no.. it's small. There was just Kay, Ema, Mr. Edgebirth, himself, that Iris fellow, and Phoenix. Yes.. just six people.. not too much. Ema strutted over to him.. wow.
Beautiful.
Apollo looked at her chest.
Thunk.
He felt the snackoo hit his head. "Ow.. owwieeeeeee.. Eeeeemaaaaaaamamamaaaaahahahahaaaa.."
She shook him. "Apollo! Hey, can you do me a favor, buddy?!"
"Whasdat? Ohhhhkay!" He threw himself into a fit of drunken laughter.
"Be my boyfriend and come to my house.."
"Oooookay! Sounds nice! D'ya have a toilet!?"
"Erm.. yes.. let's go now, Apollo.."
And so the two (well, at least one) stumbled out of the Wright Anything talent agency, hand in hand, and got onto Ema's motorcycle. He never expected a girly girly girl like her to have a big boy bike like that.. more like a cute little biggie with the label "science" on the top.. but he'd never say that aloud. Ema was a fast driver, but not as fast as Klavier. "Whoahyou'refaaaaastemaaaaahhahaaaaahehehee.." Ema forced the thought of Gant's insane laughter out of her head, and pulled over near the parking lot of the apartment she currently lived in. "Ah.. I forgot.." She put her hands on her head and took her helmet and his off. "..I've got to buy you some clothes, eh?" She laughed gently, patting him on the back, and lead him to her apartment.
Stepping inside, and closing the door behind him, she sighed. "So.. this is my living space. Not much, actually. Haha.. yeah.." She laughed awkwardly. "You'll-"
She was wondering why it was so quiet. She heard a thud, and turned around.
Apollo passed out.
She resisted the urge to laugh.
Anyhow, the detective picked him up and carried him to the spare room, setting him on the couch in there. "Good night, Apollo. You've got a long day ahead of you."
She peeked into the bathroom. "..can't hurt to take one." She stepped inside and showered, and stepped out, toweling her wet body and going to sleep in her bedroom.
Hopefully Lana would approve of him.
/ a n ; hiii i'm done i know its a little short but bare with it okay? the next chapter will be a little longer. i'm waiting for 2 reviews (whether they be flames about how bad i am or not) and then i shall upload the next. :D haffa nais day 3 and bye my turtle crusaders
