It was a short walk from the Academy to Ronald's house. Actually, having two tipsy reapers made the walk much longer and so much more painful for William; he had to stop the party to catch the delirious reapers numerous times before they collapsed onto the pavement. When the party arrived at Ronald's house, William already had a splitting headache.
'This better be good…' William thought to himself as he glanced around the foyer of Ronald's house and walked into the living room.
A disaster area was the only words that could describe Ronald's living room. The furniture was parted from the center of the room to the walls, leaving a space in the middle of the floor filled with pillows, foofs, and mattresses. Various wine and whiskey bottles were stacked on top of the abandoned furniture, some completely empty and others half full. Grell leapt onto a mattress and bounced softly on it and lazily stretched out with Ronald crossing the room and sinking into a foof.
"Come ooonnnnn, Wiiilll-dearryyyy~" Grell beckoned, batting his eyelashes at William.
"Come join uuusssssss~" Ronald added from across the room. "You know you waaannntttt tooooooo~" he teased while making "come-hither" motions with his hands.
A familiar chuckle rang throughout the room. "Yessss, please dooooo~" as a familiar boney hand with long, black nails crept from behind a couch and a grinning face peered out from behind the back.
"…Undertaker? Wh-what are you doing in a place like this?" William asked, slightly surprised.
The mortician chuckled again and stood up, straightening out his jacket. "I was invited by Grell and Ronnie~" he smiled, eyeing the other reapers while Grell and Ronald giggled like madmen. Undertaker took a seat on a neighboring oversized-pillow next to Grell.
William cocked an eyebrow and glanced at Grell and Ronald. "Well….remember, just ONE drink." he said as he slowly crept into the pile of pillows, sitting on a mattress and awkwardly re-adjusting his suit.
"Heh, as you wish~" Ronald replied smoothly, grabbing one of the half-emptied bottles of whisky from the table behind him and a shot glass. He poured the amber liquid into the glass and handed it to William, who slowly took the glass.
William stared at the glass quizzically, not quite sure what to do with it. "So….do I just sip it?" he asked.
Grell, Ronald, and Undertaker erupted in laughter. "Noooooo, you silly!" Grell croaked in between fits of laughter. "Just chug the thing!" Ronald added, tears forming in his eyes. Undertaker was practically rolling in the floor.
William glared at them, shifting in his seat irritably. "Tch, whatever." William spat. He swallowed hard and brought the glass to his lips, quickly gulping the whiskey down. Immediately as the alcohol touched his throat he choked. "This fucking burns!" he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.
Everyone in the room snickered. "You just have to get used to it~" Undertaker purred.
William let out a frustrated snort and sat the shot glass down on the floor. "That's it, I refuse to drink any more of this." he stated, readjusting his glasses on his nose.
Grell pouted and sat up. "But Will, that was just one little shot~" he grinned. "Surely, you'd want to have more than thaaaa-aaat~"
Undertaker chuckled and raised a finger. "He's correct, William~ Besides…." he picked up an abandoned bottle of rum next to himself, idly studying the label, "…you'd have to have more than just one teeny, tiny little shot glass of whiskey to feel any relief from the day's struggles~" he smiled a devious smile towards William.
"And ONE drink means that you'd only have one kind of a drink, anyways!" Ronald added, smiling and swaying in his seat.
William glared at Ronald, then closed his eyes and leaned backwards onto the leg of a chair and thought for a moment. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to relax this once. Sure, he'd have to be at work early in the morning, but he'll find a way to work things out. Not like this was the first time he'd have to do that…
William opened his eyes and smirked arrogantly. "Alright, fine. I'll spend tonight with you all. But…" he eyed everyone in the room, "…I will be leaving early in the morning. Don't expect me to be staying any longer than I have to." he closed his eyes and readjusted his glasses.
Grell squeaked and jumped up. "WONDERFUL!" he shouted, making William cringe a little. He's being way too obnoxious for his liking.
Grell took his own shot glass, crawled over next to Ronald and grabbed a bottle of unopened vodka, then crawled next to William and grabbed his shot glass. "Alright Willie, we should play a little game~" he commented smoothly.
William cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" he replied dryly. "And it would be…"
"Well, it's quite simple really~" Grell began to pour the vodka into the first shot glass while spilling some of the liquid onto the rug. "We both take shots at the same time, one at a time." He sat his shot glass down and began to pour the second one. "Whoever is either wasted before the other or passes out wins." Grell flashed William a sly grin and set the second shot glass down in front of William, without nearly knocking it over in the process.
William smirked at Grell and took the glass. Grell's coordination was already lacking, so it was obvious who would reign supreme in this challenge. Besides, there was no way William was going to lose to Grell, right?
"Alright then," William replied, holding his glass up, "just don't be surprised when you pass out first." he added.
Grell sniggered and picked his glass up unsteadily. "Then don't be surprised when I'm ravaging all over wasted body~"
Wait, what-
With that Ronald scooted over in front of them to act as a referee, Undertaker following close behind.
Ronald raised a hand. "And now…." he brought his hand down in between them, "DRINK!"
William and Grell swiftly gulped the vodka down.