2nd drabble thing! Hooray! I'm probably going to go all the way to Z.

Disclaimer: I do not own xxxHolic or any of Clamp's respective characters. I wish I did, but that price would probably be half of my lifespan or something.

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Bacchanalian: adj. drunken

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"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer…"

The tall, dark haired man quickly crossed a hallway and cautiously edged into a dimly lit room to find an obviously drunk Yuko singing off-key, with about twenty empty bottles of her best sake haphazardly strewn on a table. This scene in itself was not an unusual one to the wizard. What was shocking though, was that Yuko was actually crying—crying!—great streams of gleaming liquid trailing off her cheeks and plinking into an empty sake bottle in her hand. It took her a few seconds to notice his entrance.

"Clow-hic….be a dear, and get me another hic-bottle."

He allowed himself a small groan. The last thing he needed after a whole day of translating volumes of spells from ancient Sanskrit was an emotionally disturbed and extremely intoxicated Yuko. Which was saying something, because he had personally seen her down around thirty bottles of sake for a bet; needless to say, her opponent passed out around his tenth bottle, and Yuko kept on drinking long after she had won.

"I think you've had enough to drink for one night." he muttered, gliding across the room to intercept a newly opened bottle that she was raising to her lips.

"I wish I really was heartless like you, Clow, " she slurred. "I wish, wish, the price of a wish, a witch who grants wishes…who can set a price on a dream?"

Then, she unexpectedly slumped on his shoulder, apparently unconscious, and still mumbling incoherently. Sighing, he carried Yuko to her bed (no easy task, her dress practically doubled her weight) and slipped a blanket over her shoulders. The exhausted wizard threw himself into a chair and rubbed his temples.

Great.

Now he needed a drink. Or two. Knowing Yuko's ironic luck, he would probably be the one to end up with a hangover tomorrow.

His eyes scanned the room and landed on the still full bottles of her favorite sake to be found in all the dimensions (he may have snuck a taste from her stores, once or twice).

Oh well, it wouldn't do to waste good alcohol.