"Minako, we're twin sisters!" Usagi giggled. The shot glass slammed against the coffee table with gusto. Somewhere in the background a boy and a girl with equally dark hair were yelling back and forth.

WEAK WOMAN!

CHAUVANISTIC PIG!

"Shut the hell up!!" Everyone in the room backed away from the slightly crazed Arabian with a sloshing bottle of whiskey in his hand. The yelling stopped for a few seconds, before it resumed. Quatre might've been a dangerous threat, but he tripped over the easy chair and lay dazed there with his eyes on the carpet.

"'sagi we're not twins!" The other blonde haired, blue eyed female exclaimed. "I mean your mom has blue hair like Marge Simpson and your dad is a short guy with brown hair and glasses. How did they manage two blonde kids in the first place?"

"Hey Duo," the braided boy in question turned his head toward the blue haired girl who was giving him the eyes and tugging on the collar of her shirt. The floor around her was littered with empty bottles of Peach Schnapps.

"Whose idea was this again?" No one could recognize that voice. Strange.

"Oh my god, it's an evil ghost spirit!" Minako shrieked, delving into a manic episode with Usagi as their blue eyes darted around for the creature. "Quatre, you didn't say this place was haunted!"

"SHUT UP!" Quatre yelled from the couch, making everyone jump again. His blue eyes clouded as he stared into the blue carpet, and said, "You guys, the carpet is olive. I see it moving."

"Quatre's an angry drunk." Usagi whispers to Minako, loudly.

"Olive? You mean alive?"

"THE GHOST IS BACK!!" Minako and Usagi cried simultaneously, clinging to each other.

"I um, think it's just Trowa." Makoto suggested from the couch, raising her head slightly to look at the panicked blondes. While raised, she figured she may as well down the rest of her daiquiri. The house echoed with her screech as she received a brain freeze.

"Don't be stupid. Trowa doesn't talk." Minako said matter-of-factly. In the background, Ami pounces on the unsuspecting Duo, knocking them both to the floor with a thump.

"The ghost!"

"Oh my god, my mom had an affair! TWICE!" Usagi wails, convulsing into sobs next to the coffee table. She then realizes that Heero, who had miraculously disappeared ten minutes ago, is lying facedown underneath it. "HEERO'S DEAAAAAAD!!"

"Quatre call Ghostbusters!"

CHAUVANISTIC PIG! WELL, YOU MAY BE BUT DAMMIT YOU'RE SEXY!

YOU TOO, WOMAN!

The background screaming finally stops. Heero rolls from under the coffee table, clearly not dead. Usagi cheers. No one else notices.

"So Heero, you wanna ditch the whole emotionless, programmed your whole life perfect soldier thing and become mushy, passionate lovers?" Usagi asked to the Prussian eyed boy staring up at her. He stared, looked at the empty bottle of tequila in his right hand, and then turned back to her.

"Sure why not."

911, what's your emergency?

"I need GHOSTBUSTERS!!"

xXx

Hmm. The product of sleep deprivation. I don't know. Maybe you'll laugh once or twice. I just thought I'd make fun of some clichés. xD Um, yeah. I'll probably remove it tomorrow when I regain sanity.

-SachiNyoko