A/N: I promised myself I'd get it up today cuz I suck when it comes to putting chapters up in my fictionpress account (which is typerhappy1 and has two of my original stories up there, soon to be more) But I'll be better with this. Remember these are just a collection of oneshots by me, so this short story has nothing to do with the last story, kay?

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By the way, have you seen that little cover thing for this? It only took me a few seconds to fix it up on paint, but I like it. I may change it though and do more souls than just Soul's soul (Dare you to say Soul's soul several times, really fast.) But enough of my random blabber that you probably don't care about and on with the next story.

Blame It On The Alcohol by Jamie Foxx

(A/N: I'll admit it was the glee version I had... But my little sis had a glee obsession and I'm not fussy about music, as long as it's good music)

Well, as I'm sure you guessed, Maka is drunk, Soul is a little buzzed and stuff happens. But one thing I learnt from certain individuals is, everyone blames the dumb stuff on the alcohol and we all know it's not just the alcohol...

Soul POV-

To use a common phrase, why is it always me?

"Soooouuul. Soooouuuul!" Maka slurred beside me, poking me in the cheek.

"Yes, Maka?" I sighed, pulling her away from the crowds of the party. We'd both had a lot to drink, Maka more than me, so I'd sensibly decided it was time to go. We'd have to walk, since we were both too hammered to drive the motorbike and everyone I knew was too drunk to give us a lift. Last time I saw Blackstar, he was passed out in a quiet corner with Tsubaki curled up next to him, both completely out of it.

Maka poked me in the face again. "Wh-where we going now!? And why is your face so squishy!?"

Ok, seeing the bookworm get completely drunk was amusing at first, but the novelty was starting to wear out on me. I'll admit when I heard this party was going on and asked Maka if she wanted to come with, I never thought in a million years that she'd act so... out of character. I fully expected her to hide in a corner with a glass of water. Instead, I found her knocking back shots at the bar with Patty and some guy I didn't know. He'd been acting way too friendly, so after dealing with him (punching him in the face) and dropping Patty with Kid (who was probably the most sober person there, which is saying something since he was singing real loud when I found him.), I'd decided to drag Maka home before she did something she'd regret.

I grabbed her elbow and started leading her down the road. "We're going home, Maka. And my face isn't squishy."

She laughed like I'd said something hysterical and patted me hard on the arm. "I don't wanna go home, Souuuulllll. I wanna do somethin' fun!"

Oh, for the love of Death. "No, Maka. We're gonna go home and shove you in a cold shower to sober you up."

She giggled. The only reason she was standing upright was my grip on her elbow. "Your gonna shower with me?"

Oh man, I did not need that picture in my head. It was bad enough when I saw the short red dress she'd decided to wear to the party. I was in no way going to take advantage of my drunken meister. No way. "No, Maka. Look, could you at least try to stay upright?"

She tried to stand upright, then her legs went out from underneath her. I quickly grabbed for her, just managing to catch her. "Woops." She said sadly.

"It's your own fault for wearing those damn shoes." I told her in exasperation. She'd put on heels to go with the dress and it wasn't one of her better ideas. I sighed, lifting her off the ground, since if she tried to walk we'd never be home. I'd sobered up enough to be able to walk without falling all over the place. Her hair was loose now, though it hadn't been when we'd came here and it was tickling my neck.

"Weee!" Maka cheered, apparently ok with me carrying her. "This is fuuuuun, Soul!"

"Glad you think so, but it ain't no picnic for me." I said dryly. Sure she was light enough, but have you ever tried to carry someone after drinking just enough to make your thoughts a little hazy? It ain't easy and now was no exception. Plus, Maka struggled in his arms, not trying to escape, just being drunk and dumb.

"Souuuul?" Maka said in my arms, kicking her legs up and down.

I sighed again. "Yes, Maka?"

"Soul, I love yoooouuuu. I really dooooo!" She sang drunkenly.

Well as much as I'd thought of Maka saying those words, none of the scenarios I'd come up with involved her singing it drunkenly while kicking her legs all over the place. I was just glad there was no one else on this street or they'd be seeing her underwear. "Well that's great, Maka." I said dismmissively. We weren't far from home now at least. Only a short walk down the street and up the stairs to our apartment.

She nuzzled her head into my neck and it wasn't really helping much. "You're gonna be da besht death sythe ever." She mumbled. (A/N: besht is best just in case you didn't get that one. She's slurring.)

I smirked. She said that when she wasn't drunk too. I admired Maka's determination on that, drunk or not. "Yeah and it'll be all because of you." I told her.

She gave me a silly smile and sighed happily, like I'd just told her a good bedtime story. She'd stopped wiggling, but she wasn't asleep yet because I could hear her mummering something that I couldn't hear.

She didn't speak up again, until we got to the stairs of our apartment building. Then she looked up at the stairs. "Ohhhhh." She warbled.

I let her down and ignored her protests, gripping her round the waist. "I can't carry you up the stairs, Maka. Try and walk and I'll support you."

She mumbled a few choice four letter words, something which sober Maka didn't do often. Then she staggered forwards with me helping her. Though it took longer than usual, we managed to get up there. I fished my keys out of my back pocket and unlocked the apartment door, I quickly shoved the keys back into my pocket and pushed open the door with Maka leaning heavily against me.

I had to pick her up again to get her sat down on the couch. "Stay here." I told the drunk giggling girl on the couch. "I'm gonna get some water and aspirins, if you don't take them your gonna feel like hell tomorrow. Even with them your gonna have a hell of a hangover with all the drinking you've been doing."

She giggled, which I decided to take as a 'Yes, Soul.' and I went into the kitchen to rummage through the drawers for the aspirins. Usually, Maka was the one doing this for me, though I've never been as drunk as she was now. I grabbed a clean glass and filled it with water for her, then grabbed the apirins and headed back to the couch. Maka was curled up, her breathing soft. I sighed and set the water and aspirins down, so I could shake her awake.

"Mmhmf" She made a annoyed, but cute noise. Clearly, she was comfortable before I'd shook her. "Whhhaa?"

I snatched the aspirins off the table and gave them to her. She looked at them blankly for a minute.

"You need to take them, Maka." I encouraged. She nodded sleepily and took them obidiently, making a face at the taste. I passed the water to her and she chugged it down with a sigh of satisfaction after she'd drunk it. I went to stand up, but her hands reached out for me.

"Don't go..." She said pitifully. Man, I couldn't say no to how sad she sounded. I had a weakness when it came to Maka's abandonment issues and now was one of those moments.

I looked at her for a minute, trying to come to a choice. "Ok." I tried to convince myself I'd only stick around till she fell asleep and I was only doing it to make sure she fell asleep. But deep down I knew it wasn;t about any of that, which wasn't a good thing.

Maka made a pleased noise at my easy agreement to her request and cuddled up to me happily, her head lying against my chest, right over my scar. Ok, this was going to make it harder to sneak off when she fell asleep.

"Do you like me, Soul?" Maka murmured against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, relaxing back into the chair to make myself comfortable, since it was obvious Maka had no intention of letting me sneak off tonight. "Course I do, Maka. You're my meister."

Maka made a frustrated noise, clearly not happy with my answer. "No, Soul. Do you like me?"

I caught onto what she was saying, feeling my face flush red. I tried to play it cool and casual though. "I'm not getting what you mean, Maka. Maybe you should just go to sleep."

She gave an irritated sigh, lifting her head up off my chest to look me stonily in the eyes. "You're not getting it! I like you, Soul. Like this." She grabbed hold of my collar, surprisingly strong for a drunk woman and pressed her lips to mine.

Remember all that stuff about not taking advantage of a drunk woman? At first there was that little inner voice that nagged that at me, but then another inner voice gave a much more satisfying opinion. Forget that, Soul. You want this, don't you? You've wanted this for ages now and your going to just give up, are you?

Hell no, I told that inner voice. Drunken woman, what drunken woman? All I could think about was the fact that the only girl who'd ever really caught my attention was pressed up close and personal against me. I wouldn't quite be taking advantage of her, we were just kissing.

Maka moaned, deeping the kiss and I pulled her closer. Man, I should have done this ages ago. Then she pulled away suddenly and looked at me with a bright smile. "See, Soul? That's like. You get it now?"

I blinked for a second. "Yeah, though I might need to be reminded."

She grinned devilishly and I wondered what the hell happened to the much more easily embarrassed bookworm, not that I had any problem with the girl lying against me now. "I'll show you again later. But I'm so sleepy now, Soul." She yawned and stretched out against him, lying her head down. Her breathing eased instantly and within seconds she was out.

Well, that was all unexpected.

Maka POV-

When I woke up, I felt awful. My head was hammering, I felt all feverish and everything was a little blurry. Plus, I felt oddly heavy.

I cracked open my eyes more, wincing. When did the sun hurt so damn much? Urgh... I was in... the living room? It was still a little blurry, but I'm pretty sure that's where I was. Why was I in the living room?

I tried to get up, but something was pinning me down. I was lay on my left side and I could feel the material of the couch underneath me. Something heavy and warm was pressing against me from behind, grasping me from behind.

I wiggled my arm out from under me, then rubbed my eyes trying to get a look on what was holding me from behind. A little gasp escaped me. Soul? Why was Soul next to me on the couch? How come I couldn't remember how the hell I got here? I focused and then things came to me fuzzily.

I was at a party with Soul. He'd disappeared off and I was in a huff. I saw Patty and some other guy by the bar, so I joined them. The guy kept giving me drinks, telling me how nice I looked and stuff. He was a little creepy, but I didn't care since I was annoyed at Soul for leaving me alone. This is were it gets really fuzzy. There was yelling and fighting... Soul... he came and grabbed me, dragging me away. He carried me?

That was when a hazy memory came to mind.

"Do you like me, Soul?" My face was all pressed against his chest. He'd put me down here and made me take something... I liked it here.

Soul didn't seem to mind me cuddling up to him much. He wrapped his arms around me and I'd felt satisfied. "Course I do, Maka. You're my meister."

I'd made an angry noise. I hadn't liked what he'd said at all. "No, Soul. Do you like me?"

He was silent for a moment. "I'm not getting what you mean, Maka. Maybe you should just go to sleep."

I'd sighed, unhappy that he wasn't getting it. I'd got up to look at him properly. He had pretty eyes, really really pretty eyes. "You're not getting it! I like you, Soul. Like this."

Then I'd grabbed hold of him and kissed him. And he hadn't pulled away!

"Oh crap." I muttered and I tried to wiggle out of Soul's tight grip. I was as red as a fire engine and I'd realized the tiny dress i was wearing didn't cover me up much. In fact it had rucked up a little in my sleep, showing a lot more leg than I was comfortable with. Oh Death, I needed to get away from Soul!

Soul apparently had other ideas. He stirred in his sleep, clutching me tighter and making escape impossible, though I still tried.

"Maka?" He asked sleepily.

Oh crap, he'd woken up! "Hey Soul." I said awkwardly, knowing he was going to smirk at me and start teasing me.

"So that did happen. You should wake me up like this more often." He told me. his voice lacked that usually teasing tone he'd always used when he teased me. He didn't smirk either, just looked at me levelly.

"What happened, Soul?" I asked, needing to know if that really happened and if I'd made a fool out of myself.

"Well, you got very, very drunk. Which was surprising. So I took you home and gave you some aspirins. Then we fell asleep." Then he smirked at me. "Oh and you kissed me."

If I was red before, I was only blushing harder now. "I was drunk." I said defensively. I wouldn't have done it sober... though I definitely considered it a few times...

Soul only smirked at me more. "Yeah, I know. You're a good kisser, you know."

I let out a little whimper. I should never have went to that damn party. I sat upright suddenly, causing my head to hurt a little. "I was just being silly and drunk. It didn't mean anything." I said firmly.

"You said you liked me. It was very entertaining." He smirked, sitting up next to me and far too close for comfort. Man, I hated it when he teased me. For one kiss I couldn't quite remember. So not worth it. It would have been a fair deal if I actually could remember the whole thing though.

Bad Maka! My subconsious chatised.Now was not the time to go all goo-goo eyed over Soul. Now was the time to plead drunken stupidity.

"Well, people do stupid things when they're drunk, Soul. I'm going to go make some toast." I got up, but I felt something grab me by the wrists.

Soul pulled me around, close to him, way into my personal bubble. His grasp on my wrist was strong and he was so close I had to pull my head back to look at his face.

"Well, Maka. In answer to that, people do stupid things when they're sober too." He smirked, then leaned down and kissed me.

I mean, I'd been kissed before. Not heaps, but enough to think that it wasn't a big deal as people made it out to be. And man, was I so wrong. I could feel myself go all jelly-legs right now. Soul was a damn good kisser. He groaned and pulled me tight against his chest, making me let out a grudging moan. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and my mouth opened slightly in response, letting him slip his tongue in.

If someone read my mind at this moment, they would have got this: gwajukanhdsnahsikdndjh. Sorry, but Maka's brain isn't feeling so functional today, please try again later.

After what seemed like a too short amount of time, he pulled away and smirked. He moved his lips to my ear and his voice was hoarse and quiet, but satisfied when he spoke. "Sure, Maka. Blame it on the alcohol."

A/N: Okays. This took longer to write than I wanted though, since I ended up spending today cleaning my room instead of writing this (I'm almost as much of a perfectionist as kid. My friend calls me OCD-ish). I was about half-way through it when I stopped to clean and I got back to it about an hour ago, so I didn't do too bad on writing times.

I actually enjoyed writing that a lot, since it's fun trying to get into the mind of Drunk Maka. I think I am crap at kiss scenes, but ah well. But I think Drunk Maka was ok. I was planning on making her much worse, but then it would have been more like drugged Maka.

Well REVIEW please! Even if you reviewed on the last little story since they're different and I wanna know how I did. I've never really written anything like this, since my characters are usually well-behaved (In other words, not as fun to write about) Please just take a few seconds to write a couple of words. I will give you a virtual hug :D

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