I know, I know, long wait, SORRY! He he… I watched Albel crafting tonight, so the inspiration came from there. And there are a couple of naughty words in here, BAD ME!

Hair die for a drink.

It took Albel 30 seconds to fully dispose of the final boss-sized blueberry pie, but that was enough time for Maria to put her payback plan into operation. Albel sat back on his chair and sighed contentedly, "Hmm, maybe this wont be such a bad day after all…" He took a huge gulp out of his Sunny D and put the empty glass down, but while doing so, he dug all five claws into the solid woodwork, and they stuck. Albel's eyes narrowed, he gave his claw a small tug, nothing. He growled at the table and gave an even greater tug, still nothing. A vein was pulsing in his temple and he tugged harder than ever…. Still nothing. He clenched his fist, closed his eyes before madly beginning a sort-of tug-of-war game with the table, He stood on the table, pulling with all his might, "DAMN IT A PUSS-SPEWING BLOOD GUT IN HELL!" He cursed, he gave his claw one final tug and it broke free, sending him flying into the hard stonewall, "ARGH! I hate this table and everything it stands for!" He got to his feet, brushed dust of his precious skirt and strode out of the room silently hoping no one noticed the embarrassing events.

He walked along a random corridor and heard Cliff mumbling to himself, he grinned evilly and crept closer; "Dear Mirage, I love you-r hair, its such a golden shade of blonde, it sparkles in the sun-" Albel was shaking with suppressed laughter, "and contrasts perfectly with the muddy, dirty colour of Albel's black-" Albel's eyes narrowed, he happened to take great pride in his hair it took copious amounts of dye and wax to keep it the way it was, but Cliff wasn't finished, "and your dress sense is the greatest in the whole galaxy, no the whole dimension! You dress much better than the transvestite with the skirt, crop top and thigh-high boots, and-" Albel had heard enough,

"You worm!" He yelled as he stepped round the corner, "First you accuse my hair, but then my clothes, the last person who insulted my SARRONG suffered an extremely painful death!" Cliff squeaked and backed away, "Why don't you just tell her you want to fuck her brains out! Its better than all that garbage!" With that he stormed off, but he could have sworn he heard Cliff say,

"Not a bad idea…" Before he reached his own room and locked himself inside. He felt like his hair needed a wash, so he disrobed (drool, KIDDING!) and stepped under a small shower. He unwrapped his two braids gently and reached out for his shampoo, without looking at it he squeezed a large amount of his hair and began to wash it, whilst humming Humpty Dumpty to himself. After about two hours he got out of the shower and, without looking in the mirror braided his hair back again. He walked out of his room and into the dining room to eat some more pie.

When he opened the door, all conversation stopped. Maria's hand was over her mouth and she was shaking with suppressed giggles, Nel's eyes were as round as sauces, Cliff had a huge, stupid grin on his face and Fayt was looking torn between shock, horror and laughter. Albel glared at everyone, "What are you all staring at maggot?" Nel said,

"I never knew you idolised he so much." She said smiling,

"What are you talking about wench?" Albel yelled. Fayt decided he'd better tell Albel the news,

"Well, um, when you, erm, washed your hair, did you erm, look in the mirror at al?" He asked tentatively. Albel raised an eyebrow, and shook his head, "Maybe you should have…" Albel glared daggers at Fayt, but went to look in the kitchen mirror, and everyone hurried out of the room. When Albel saw his reflection, he gasped, his hair…….. was pink. He breathed slowly, but couldn't contain himself, he yelled and charged out towards Nel's room, he banged open the door and found Nel half-way though hiding under her bed, "YOU FILTHY AQUARIEN WENCH! HOW DARE YOU, I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BOR YOU USELESS MISCONCIVED PRODUCT!" Nel was looking terrified at the manic look in Albel's face, so she said,

"It wasn't me! It was Maria, she borrowed my last bottle!" Albel glared and stomped out, he got halfway to Maria's room when he was waylaid by Cliff,

"Hey, calm down ok?" Albel made a growling noise and pushed past Cliff, who ran next to him, "Hey, but I have this potion that will turn any feature you want to anything you want!" Albel looked sceptivly at the bottle but decided to try, he gulped down the potion in three large gulps and his whole body shook and his hair was returned to normal.

"I need a drink…" Albel muttered, and he changed direction and headed for the pub.

"Albel doesn't drink… I'd better keep an eye on him…" He hurried after his to the streets of Peterny.

Would they have had showers in Peterny? Ah well, in my reality they do, soooo waddya think, please review, or else Albel gets no drink!