Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
A Very Fluffy Christmas
"Chug! Chug! Chug!"
All the house guests looked at the two brothers; not caring that one was under the drinking age.
The younger of them stopped to watch his older brother chug through his beers. It takes a lot to get that man drunk, but when it happens, Inuyasha wants to be sober to witness it.
"Dude, I got a shit load of vodka over here!" Miroku yelled, walking through the door. No one questioned how he got it; everyone just looked at Sesshomaru to see what he'd do.
"Bring it over here," he said simply; he was getting quite irritated being around these imbeciles, so being a little tipsy won't hurt anyone, right?
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The usually poised man stumbled in his steps, and his brother was laughing so hard that his sides hurt.
Sesshomaru complained of it being hot and took his shirt off. All the ladies cheered, all the men were still laughing.
He gradually fell face first into a bowl of punch, and Inuyasha couldn't take his laughter anymore.
The punch had now dyed his hair a deep pink color; and he began to lick the drink off of the floor, too drunken to think remotely straight.
Still claiming that it was hot out, the man stood up and removed his pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers.
"Isn't it still hot?" A woman joked, eyeing his boxers while everyone laughed.
Inuyasha snapped a final picture and Miroku ended the video, both quite pleased with themselves.
The two boys went off to grab a beer, and by 4 in the morning no one was left in the house.
Inuyasha looked at his half brother, whom was passed out and drooling on the front lawn. He had an arm hanging around a snowman that he had made, which Inuyasha believes resembles a hobbit.
He dragged his also slightly drunk and sleeping friend outside, placing him on top of Sesshomaru. Inuyasha wrapped his brother's arms around Miroku.
"Merry freaking Christmas, douche bags!" He snapped the camera right as the men blinked their eyes open.