Wasted
By Joe
Summary: Drake and Josh experiment with drinking beer and take it too far.
Author Notes: I do not own Drake and Josh, its characters, or any other copyrighted material.
Drake and Josh were at the local gas station one Saturday afternoon. They were filling up gas for their car. When they finished, they went into the building to pay for their gas. Josh went up to the cashier to pay, while Drake walked around the store, looking at all sorts of miscellaneous things. There were mints, candies, locks, you name it. He went to the back of the store near the freezer section and saw some very interesting beverages. Beer, he realized.
Drake had been taught that drinking beer was a bad thing to do, especially in tremendous doses. His teachers specifically forbid other students and him from doing such a thing. However, despite those warnings, he wanted to try it anyway.
Josh walked over to Drake. "Okay, I've paid, let's go. We've got to pick up Megan from ballet lessons," said Josh. "What are you looking at?"
Drake turned and revealed a big, proud smile. "Beer…" he sighed.
"Drake, are you crazy?" exclaimed Josh. "Everyone has taught us that drinking beer is a bad thing to do! Do you want to end up with brain damage or something else?"
"Josh, Josh, relax. One or two drinks won't kill you," said Drake.
"Maybe so," said Josh, "but if you get hooked on one, then you'll get hooked on more and more, and before you know it, you're drunk!"
"Don't worry, Josh, I'll be careful. I know what I'm doing," said Drake.
"Drake, no!" Josh nearly exclaimed. "So help me, if you drink one sip of that beer, I'm telling mom!"
The next thing Josh knew, Drake and he were back at the house. Josh was tied up to the bed with his mouth taped shut, while Drake was drinking to his heart's content. Josh was squirming around, trying to get free, but he wasn't able to do so. Drake was getting rather annoyed by it.
"Josh, stop that!" he shouted. "Now, listen, I'll do you a favor. I'll stop drinking if, and only if, you take a sip." Josh stopped moving. He seemed to ponder the idea. He always wondered what beer tasted like. And one little sip wouldn't hurt, right? Josh nodded. Drake laughed, "I thought so." He untied Drake, and he gave Josh a sip of the beer.
"Mm, good," Josh said. Suddenly, he was more perky than usual. "In fact, I want more!" he cried. He burst out the door and took the car and drove all the way back to the store to buy more beers. He then returned with an armload of beer bottles.
"How'd you get past Mom and Dad?" Drake asked.
"They're at work, remember?" Josh said.
"Oh…yeah…" said Drake.
The two teens continued gulping down more and more beers. But they abused the drink too much, and as a result, they started quivering and becoming disoriented. Their senses of smell, taste, and sight were driven out of control.
"Me feel not good so," Drake said in a daze.
"Puke I'm to gonna," said Josh. He limped for the bathroom but ended up falling on the floor and barfed his gut out.
"Gross Josh that's," said Drake, who fell backwards and puked as well.
An hour later, the boys' little sister Megan walked upstairs to their bedroom. "Drake, Josh, time for dinner," she said. "Whew, what's that smell?" she gasped. But then, her eyes widened in shock when she saw the two unconscious and out of it. Beer bottles were everywhere as well as barf. Megan smiled. This was a wonderful time to get Drake and Josh in trouble. "Mom, Dad!" she shouted with pride. "We have a problem up here!"
The End