***This was supposed to be the drunken chapter I promised some of my reviewers in the story Forgotten, but alas, due to some things happening afterwards if the story headed this way it had to be removed. It is all explained in chapter nine of that particular story, should I ever choose to reveal it. This was too good to just waste, though, so it became a oneshot instead :)

I do not own Fairy Tail, nor its characters of its storyline...***

Hm... warm. Feels good. I felt like staying like this forever, but somewhere, deep within, a warning bell kept ringing. Annoying son of a bitch noise that was really annoying and wouldn't shut up. Oh, god, I think I'm going to be...

I flung my eyes open, leaned over to the side and puked all over the floor. What the hell did I do in my bathroom? When did I get here? And why the hell were I laying fully dressed in the bathtub that currently were filled to the brim with scorching hot, pink water. Oh, here we go again..

I leaned over the side and puked some more. Why is the water pink? My puke reeked of.. alcohol? Damn, that's why. I remembered vaguely making a bet with Cana on who could drink... I don't remember how many shots or what were in them, but betting against CANA? How stupid could I be? Wait... Cana? Come on, brain... Brunette. Barrel of alcohole... Ah, Cana. WHY THE FUCK DID I MAKE A BET REGARDING ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION WITH A BEING THAT APPARENTLY DRINKS FROM A BARREL ON A DAILY BASIS?! Sheesh... the screaming WITHIN my head made my head hurt.

"My god, my head feels like it's gonna crack open at any given moment," I mumbled groggily, and proceeded to puke some more. This is it. I sat up, felt my head spin, but prevailed, put one foot on the floor. One more. SWIIIISH..! Indeed, I found myself sprawled in my own vomit.. on my bathroom floor... with no idea how I got here. I gagged at the smell, but managed to keep it down until I reached the toilet. I'm not EVER going to drink again. How did Cana even survive? I stayed by the toilet until I only spewed gall, and then proceeded to get up. The world was spinning.

NEVER AGAIN, I swore to myself once more as I walked into my own spew (ewwwww...) to gain access to my mirror so I could get an idea of how bad it was. Bad. VERY bad. I looked like a drowned cat, drenched and covered with bits and pieces of vomit. My shirt stuck even more to my body than earlier, and was a bit, no.. VERY see-through. My hair clung to my head in a huge tangle, and did I spot dried blood in there? What the... what had I been doing?! I sighed, and stared at the floor. Was it even humanly possible to have so much... content in my body? I had no wish to deal with this right now, so I did the only thing I could think of. I took all the towels I could find and tossed them on the floor, let them do the hard work. Then I discarded my clothing, went into the shower and put it as cold it could be.

Finally cool, and slightly more awake, though I still couldn't walk straight for the life of me, I got out of the shower, and went into the bedroom looking for something to wear. I had my last remaining towel wrapped around me, and noticed the bright shining lights keeping the darkness away. First point for Drunk me. At least I remembered turning on the light before passing out in the bathtub. Jeez... why the bathtub anyways? And WHY the pink water? Awww... why did I have to have SO much clothing... It made so hard finding stuff. I stared at all the things I could possibly wear, and sighed. It hurt thinking about it. And what about the blood in my hair? Blood. Pink water. Blood makes water pink... I chose to forget about it as soon as I figured the connection. ONE less thing to worry about.

I managed to find some grey sweats, and a loose black top to go with it. I fell when I attempted to step into the pants, but continued on the ground. Finally dressed. Where am I again? Home. That was the first answer that came to mind, so I stuck with it. Then, still staggering, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water.

"Lucy? You there?" a voice called, and I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead on the kitchen bench. I grunted a reply, and heard footsteps.

"I just came by to tell you I'm done... with the mission. What's wrong?" I heard Natsu, yup, my brain recalled him without having to look through my jumbled mind of images.

"Drunk..." I grumbled, decided to stick with monosyllables if possible.

"What?" he asked. Again. Annoying... I raised my head to face him, stumbled sideways one step, another. Halt.

"I said..." I lifted my finger to point accusingly, without much success.

"I'm DRUNK!" I exclaimed, and used my hand to support myself on the bench since pointing made it harder to stand. Natsu stared at me in shock for a moment, and then grinned.

"Did Mira accidentally give you beer again?" he said while closing in on me.. didn't know why. I sat down on my bum, feeling a slight sting as I landed, and crossed my arms as I stared at him.

"NO... I challenged Cana to a drinking contest..." said, and sat back as I tried recalling how the hell I got back. Natsu squatted in front of me.

"Now that I can't believe. You may be many things, but a heavyweight when it comes to alcohol is not one of them. Come on, time for bed," he took hold of my arm, and dragged me up in a standing position. He pointed at the bed, and started walking towards it, still with a firm grip around my wrist.

"It smells weird in here..." he mumbled, before removing the duna, stepping away in order to let me pass.

"YOU smell weird," I countered while pointing my tongue out at him. He chuckled.

"I'll allow it this once, since it's you and since you're obviously drunk.." he trailed off as he sniffed the air, and then leaned closer to me.

"Whiskey? Really?" he said, seemed amused when I just stared at him. He was really close... If I moved just a little bit... I blushed at the very thought. Wait, did he blush too..? Then he stepped back once again.

"Now shoo, into bed with ya," he yanked my wrist again, and I fell onto the bed. My head hurts... I thought silently while closing my eyes. Should I be... sleeping?

*FLASHBACK*

**WARNING: DRUNKEN chapter ahead. No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote it, but Lucy was. VERY drunk too, I might add. For all followers that like my chapters nice and grammatically correct, beware, this one isn't one of those. Sorry, but I really needed to make it authentic, and by the gods, did I have fun!**

I were sitting with Cana, both of us singing some jolly song about something, equally drunk and happy, while for once sharing that big barrel of alcohol she always had around. I were still hot, but minded it less in my drunken state. I knew few of the songs we sang, and even if I did I doubted they would sound right considering the amounts of alcohol I had, *hick*, injested. I giggled. Injested. Injested Injested InJESTED. People seemed rather amused by this side of me. Cana loved it.

"Yo." Gray sat down next to me, giving me a glance-over.

"Yo.. hic. 'Sup?" I giggled, and he smiled.

"No lightweight, huh? Who would've known the great Lucy Heartfilia could keep up with Cana, of all people" he said it and chuckled, and I looked at him, tilting my head ever so slightly and making the world spin for a bit.

"Heartfil.. hic..ia? Kinda name is.. hic that?" I tried frowning, it being very hard when I just wanted to smile. This made him frown, however.

"Yours," he said, and I started laughing out loud. Yep, it was the afternoon slash evening, I had been drunk for hours, and people slowly had started to arrive in similar states. Celebrating my newfound talent... 'parently. Jeez, what kind of.. *hic* person was I before?

"Dunno 'bout that.. hic. Oh.. hic.. god. It's late, aint it, hic?" I got up, stumbled slightly, before regaining my composure. Scratch that, regaining a form of stalemate between standing still and falling.

"Careful there.. want help getting home?" he said. I noticed that he wasn't too steady himself.

"Hehe. Graaaaay.. you..hic..'re drunk too, y'know!" I put my hand over his shoulder for a minute, clanking a glass I were holding with the one he was holding. Didn't know where they came from, didn't care.

"For Heart..hic, ifilialial.. hic.. whoever that.. hic.. might be!" I shouted, and we downed our drinks. I let go of him and shoved him lightly, laughing really hard as he toppled over and fell asleep on the floor.

"M'gosh! Did ya see that, Cana! He just.. hic.. fell!" I laughed so I almost toppled over myself, and had to lean on the table while waiting for the laughter to subside. I stumbled towards the door, getting a few catcalls slung after me, and then I got out. My smile faltered. The sun had almost set.

"Shit..." I mumbled, and started running in zigzag.. or somethin' like that towards my street. Should've seen it comin'... I toppled over, barely avoided falling into the water, and hit my head hard on the curb.

"Fuck.. hic," I mumbled as black dots moved around messing even more with my blurred and tilted vision. Wait... tilted.

"'m lyin'.. hic down," I stated, and tried moving my body. Come on, body... I sat up, saw that I lay very close to home. Might be good I, *hic*, fell, or I might've passed it. I got up, moved a few feet, and fell again.

"Ain't good 'nough.." I mumbled, and started crawling towards my door instead. Better.

I somehow managed to get inside, lock the door, and then crawling up the stairs where I put on all the lights. Yup. I might be drunk, but I remembered.

"'kay, Lucy... you need.. hic a bath. Yup, a BATH," I giggled at my newfound habit of speaking to myself, before crawling over to the bathtub, turning on the sink. HOT water.

"Just 'cause I want to.. hic, and 'cause I.. hic like it HOT," I exclaimed the last word as I watched the nearly boiling hot water fill the tub.

Didn't bother undressin', too much of a hassle and WAY too much effort. I simply stopped the faucet and crawled into the tub with clothes and all. Felt a little sting in the back of my head, but who cared?

"Whoa.. feels good.. hic." I slowly leaned my head back and let it sink into te water, colouring the water pink...

***Guess who had too much vodka and just experienced one hell of a day. Yep, that would be me, hence this random chapter I made purely to make things more complicated, or something. Now, if nothing else, I will not be the only one going through a terrible hangover. Vodka might be the water of life, folks, but it sure dislikes the morning after...

Some might be thinking by now that Natsu should have seized the moment and kissed her. Yep, not my style making it all simple like that. In case you haven't noticed, they're pretty much oblivious to what I have in stall for them. Ah, the time is near. If you go back a bit you might also notice the cliffhanger I left you guys. Ah, nothing like a little cliffhanging in the morning ;)

Anyways. I kind of feel like I'm spoiling you all with my consecutive updates, and I will warn you that this is bound to stop at some point, wether we like it or not. Until then, though, lets seize the moment, unlike Natsu, and enjoy this funny chapter while waiting for more serious stuff to come***