So, this is just a guilty pleasure I wrote in a few minutes time.

Hope you enjoy.

"Bromigos!" Black*Star bellowed as he kicked in the door to Soul's apartment, a brown paper bag cradled in each hand "I have arrived."

"Must you be so loud?" Kid sighed, glancing up at the blue haired moron. "We're the only people here, you don't have to yell."

"Whatever" Black*Star grinned. "Tonight, the girls are doing some girly shit, so we are going to do some manly shit."

"Are we now?" Soul asked, obviously bored.

"That's right!" Black*Star tossed one of the bags to Soul and pulled out a large glass bottle from the other. "Tonight, we're getting fucked up!"

Kid's eyebrows rose while Soul indifference failed change at he stared down at the package. "What are you talking about?"

"Drinking!" Black*Star yelled, waving the bottle around. "This is Death Juice, I scored three bottles!"

Soul sighed. "Black*Star, one bottle of this is enough to kill us."

Black*Star scoffed, "Maybe if you're a little bitch. I'll kill this entire bottle by myself." He turned to Kid. "I'm going to surpass God again."

Kid sighed, snatching the bottle from the meisters hand. "You do realize that this is Death Juice correct? Brewed by my family for generations. Do you really think you can drink more than its creator?"

Black*Star grinned, pulling the cap of the bottle and tipping it into his mouth.

Ten minutes in - fourth of the bottle

"This shit" Black*Star slurred, "This Shit…sweak."

"Sweak" Soul agreed, taking another swig with a grimace. "Right Kid….Kid?" Soul looked around the small room before turning back to Black*Star. "Dude, where is Kid?"

"Said something about…something…." Black*Star took another large swallow during before snapping his fingers. "Said he can fly just like his dad."

"Oh." Soul nodded before the words set into. He jumped off the couch. "Kid can't fly!"

"Sure he can!" Black*Star nodded. "He's probably already on the roof. Don't worry, s'fine.

Soul shook his head, staggering to the side. "No man, we gotta…. we gotta stop 'em!"

Black*Star let out a sigh and began to rise up as well when a angry bellow followed by a heavy thump echoed through the apartment. Black*Star fell back into the couch laughing uncontrollably. "Guess he can't fly!"

Twenty minutes in - half of the bottle

"Kid" Soul frowned. "I don't think your arm should be twisted that way man. I'm pretty sure…the elbow…" he trailed off before taking another drink.

"Kid's fine" Black*Star nodded, slapping the Reaper on the back. "Right?"

"Precisely!" Kid screamed, waving his broken around floppily. "This is nothing. I could cut this arm off, and still be fine."

Black*Star and Soul glanced at each other before shaking their heads. "Bull shit."

"Yeah." Soul scoffed. "You can not."

"I can so!" Kid snapped, putting his bottle down. "Someone get me a knife!"

Soul shook his head, putting a hand on Black*Star's shoulder as the boy began to rise. "Dude…no…This is a bad idea."

Black*Star sighed as he grabbed Soul's bottle and pushed it into his hands and took a gulp of his own. Frowning Soul followed suit. As he felt the liquid slide down his throat he flashed a moronic grin. "Alright let's do this!"

He let Black*Star go with a cackle as he ran into the kitchen before returning minutes later with a large kitchen knife. "Okay, who get's to cut it off? I vote me!"

"I'd much rather…" Kid stared at the knife before cocking his head back and chugging a large portion of the bottle. "I'd much…do it m'self.

"But you might wuss out. I'll make sure it comes off." Black*Star grinned maniacally. "Besides, you use guns. Blades are my thing. Trust me."

Kid started to shake his head before shrugging. "Fuck it. I am a Grim Reaper. I fear nothing!" He threw his arm across the table. "Alright, cut it off!"

Soul watched the exchange with mild interest through hazy eyes. Leisurely he took a sip as Kid took a moment to roll up his sleeve before once again throwing it on the table, and loudly arguing with Black*Star over where to cut. As Kid pointed under the elbow and Black*Star pointed somewhere near the shoulder something in Soul's inebriated brain finally clicked and he stood up.

"Wait!" he yelled as Black*Star raised the knife high above his head, ready to strike. "Don't do that!"

"Don't be a pussy!" Black*Star yelled, almost losing his balance. "Kid is cool with this right Kid?"

Kid nodded. "I fear nothing!"

Soul could almost feel the gears in his brain turning. "No…this…this is stupid." He rubbed his head, trying to form a coherent though. "We can't do this…we can't do this here." He nodded, smiling. "Too much blood. We should do this in the bathtub, easy clean up!"

"That." Black*Star sighed. "Is a great idea!" he grabbed Kid by the shoulder and took off towards the bathroom. "Let's do this!"

Thirty minutes in - Three/fourths of the bottle.

"I...I told you." Kid laughed, waving his severed arm around wildly. "Grim Reaper!"

"I bet I could do that too." Black*Star scoffed, picking up the still bloody knife from the table. "And I won't even make a sound!"

"Nope!" Soul grabbed the knife from the meisters hand. "No more cutting things off. We still have to clean up all the blood from the first one!"

"It's just blood" Black*Star shrugged. "Hey, the bottle is almost empty." He glared at Kid. "I still feel completely somber."

"You mean sobmer?" Kid slurred.

"Sober" Soul sighed, taking another drink of the sweet liquid. "You two are fucked up."

"Not even" Black*Star scoffed. "You're fucked up."

"You're both incorrect." Kid waved pointed to himself with his severed arm. "I are both drunk, and you am sober."

"Fool!" Black*Star yelled before falling back into the couch laughing hysterically. "I hate that guy. So much."

Soul ignored Black*Star, staring at Kid who was still jollily swinging around his arm. "Kid, you're uh…off center."

Kid's merry antics stopped cold as Soul's words hit him. "What?"

"You're…off balance?" Soul cocked his head to the side as Black*Star continued to laugh. "Dude, you have two arms on one side."

Kid stared at Soul for a moment before his eyes shifted down to his severed arm, then up to Black*Star. "You bastard! Look at what you've done to me!" Letting out a shriek he threw his severed arm at Black*Star before launching himself across the room towards the still laughing meister. Soul jumped to his feet as the impact flipped the couch and the two began to tussle. He watched them for a moment before taking another swig and jumping into the frenzy as well.

Forty minutes in – Bottle status: empty.

"This." Soul pulled a cushion from the upturned couch and wedged it under his head. "This was a bad idea. I don't wanna…no."

"Dude…dude you're my bros." Black*Star babbled, reaching out and wrapping an arm around Kid and Soul. "I love you guys. When I marry Tsubaki, you're both totally being my best men. Seriously. I love you."

"You're gonna Marry Tsubaki?" Soul murmured, brain unable to comprehend more than one thought at a time.

"Duh." Black*Star scoffed. "And you're…you're gonna marry Maka, and Kid is gonna…something…with two ladies…but he's gonna be there too. Right Kid!"

"You bastard, you cut my arm off." Kid mumbled, eyes closed tight.

"I still love you bro!" Black*Star called. "Soul, are you my bro?"

"Totally. Bro." Soul called back, feeling his mind beginning to fade away. He would sleep for a little bit, then clean up the house and all the blood from the bathroom before Maka got home. Wait…did Black*Star say he was going to marry Maka?

"Black*Star, did you say…" he was cut off as the front door opened.

"Soul I'm hom…what the hell?" Maka's voice went shrill. In an instant the boys were wobbling to their feet, Black*Star and Kid already pushing their way through the ruined house and past Maka. She let them go without a glance, eyes firmly on the swaying Soul.

"Oh, hey Maka." Soul greeted, trying to keep his words from slurring.

"Soul Eater Evans!" Maka snapped, "Have you been drinking?"

"Psh…maybe" Soul smiled. "Wait, I mean no!"

"Soul! What the hell…What did you do to our apartment? And was Kid carrying his arm?"

"That's not important" Soul nodded. "What's important, is that we are all totally and completely…" he trailed off as his train of through derailed. Blinking rapidly he noticed the edges of his vision began to blur and go dark. "We may have to have this conversation later Maka."

Maka stomped her foot. "No, we are having it right now!"

"Okay, but just one thing." Soul held up a finger before promptly crashing to the floor.

Maka stared at her weapon for a moment before letting out a sigh. Punishing him now would do no good. She would kick his ass in the morning. Letting out another sigh she cross the room and pulled him to his feet. Gingerly she guided the drunken weapon to his room before letting him collapse on the bed.

"Ugh, you're an idiot." Maka sighed, giving him a light chop on the head.

"You still love me." Soul sang. "That's why we're gonna get married with Tsubaki and Black*Star. And Kid and two ladies!"

Maka felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as she shook her head at Soul's drunken ramblings. Reaching down she pulled the covers over his already sleeping form before retreating out of the room. Shaking her head, she felt her anger already start to ebb away. Soul was an idiot, but he was her idiot.

Smiling, she opened the bathroom door and let out a scream that could wake the dead.

Scratch that. He was an idiot. Just an idiot.

Ah, that was fun. Hope you enjoy, please leave a review.