Gladstone opened the fridge and pulled out a can of Pep. He walked out into the living room. Blankets and pillows were littered about the couch. Gladstone kicked the empty soda cans on the floor as he curled into his pillow-blanket cave. He cracked open the can and took a sip as he pulled a corner of the blanket over his head.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"And right when I got comfortable." He got up pushed the comfy cave off of him.

BANG! BANG! THUD!

Giggling came from outside of the door. Gladstone slowly opened the door.

Magica fell on top of him, giggling. Her face was bright red.

"What the fu-"

"Shhhhhhhh…Language! Not in front of the baby!" She slurred and pushed a finger to his lips.

"What baby?" He asked, panic in his voice.

"You!" She poked his cheek. "You're th-the baby. You're the baby when you drunk" She burst into laughter and sighed.

"Are you drunk?"

"Sorry, Gander." Daisy said from the doorway. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. "She was gonna leave and we went out for drinks and…"

Magica giggled. "That-that…was a lot of fun…We should go out again." She hiccupped. "Daisy took me to this bar and all these guys wer-were like, 'lemme get cha a drink.' and I was like 'eh, nah.' and Daisy said 'Yah.' and we got a lot of free drinks. And they all tasted ya-yummy and stuff..."

She's fucking wasted!

"What did she drink?" Gladstone scowled at Daisy.

"It wasn't that much. Well, for you it'd be a lot since you're such a lightweight-"

"Daisy, answer the damn question."

Magica pushed a finger to his beak again. "Ssssshhhh…you'll wake-wake up Gladstone."

He looked down at drunk Magica. "I am Gladstone."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling. "Oh yeah." She brushed her cheek next to his. His face went red again.

"Aww…she likes you." Daisy cooed.

"Was this your plan the whole time?" He yelled.

"Sssshhh…" Magica whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, Gladstone. 'Sshhh.' You're making a scene in front of the neighbors." Daisy winked. "And as for how much she drank, it was only a few shots and drinks."

"With you Daisy, a 'few' can range anywhere from three to five shots. And the drinks don't stop." He said, monotone.

"Gladstone?" Magica mewed. "Can we sleep now?"

Her eyes sparkled at him. He shuddered as the blood rushed to his face. "Daisy, can you please help me out here?"

A car horn honked from the street.

"I'd love to, sweetie, but the Uber is waiting!" Daisy spun around and ran away. "Lemme know how she feels in the morning!"

"Dammit, Daisy!"

Gladstone rolled his eyes and looked down at Magica. Her eyes stared up at him, glassed over from the alcohol.

"What are you looking at?"

Magica giggled and snuggled herself into his chest. "Your face...its a pretty face." She mumbled into his chest.

He sighed and swooped her up in his arms. She squealed. "Where are we going?"

"To bed." He kicked the door closed. "It's time for bed."

"But I don't wanna…" She whimpered.

"You just said-" Magica kicked herself out of Gladstone's arms and slipped down to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his ankle.

"I just wanna cuddle…puh-lease?" She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.

Gladstone crossed his arms. "You're drunk. You need to go to bed."

Magica's face dropped. She leaned on the edge of the couch and helped herself up. "Ffffffine." She grabbed a blanket from the couch and teetered her way down the hall and into Gladstone's room.

"That's my room!" He ran after her into the room. Magica was face first into the bed, the blanket on the floor. He grabbed her by the arm and flipped her over. She giggled as she sat up and leaned on his arm.

"Your bed is com...comfy."

"I know. It's…really expensive and stuff."

"Ya won it, didn't ya?" She rubbed her face into his arm like a cat. Her head rolled back.

"I did…yes." Gladstone held her head up with her hand.

"B…because you're lucky?" One of her eyes struggled to stay open. He smiled.

God…that face is adorab…hilarious. HILARIOUS. Check yourself, Gander.

"Yes, Magica. Because I'm lucky."

Magica's hand lifted up slowly and rested on his chest. She looked up and stared into his eyes.

"I have a question...can I ask it? I'm gonna ask it. Can I ask it?"

"Fine. But you have to go to bed afterwards."

"Do you...do you think if I kiss you, I'll be lucky too?"

"Wait, wha-"

Magica grasped the collar of Gladstone's shirt and pulled his face towards hers. Their faces stood beak to beak. His face red.

Gladstone put his hand on her hand and tried to pry his shirt free. "Magica, please. Stop-"

"But I want to kiss you...I, uh, I've always wanted to kiss you."

"Magica, please. Th...that is very flattering, and I would not be opposed, but I-"

She closed her eyes and pushed herself forward. Their beaks pressed up against each other's.

She's kissing me! Holy fuck! She's kissing me!

Gladstone's eyes were wide as he looked at Magica, fully involved in the kiss. Her other hand reached up behind his neck and pulled him closer. His eyes closed as he felt heat radiate from inside his chest. He leaned forward and slid his hand to the back of her head; running his fingers through her long, black hair.

She's kissing me… I want-

Gladstone felt Magica sigh as she fell deeper into the kiss. He could taste the alcohol on her breath. His eyes opened wide.

I-I…I gotta get out of this! I can't-this is wrong! She's drunk!

He grabbed the hand around his neck and pulled it off him. Gladstone used his arm to push her back onto the bed, breaking the kiss. His chest pounded as he caught his breath. She reached out at him, pulling him closer by the bottom of his shirt.

"No. We are not doing that." He said sternly, prying her hands off of him.

"But..I-"

"You're drunk. I'm not."

Magica's body shook as she put her hands to her lips. "So you would never-"

"I...I would. I'd kiss you again and again if I could…" He bit his lip. "But not like this. Not drunk. And not if you didn't love me back."

Magica looked to the bed, a vacant expression on her face. "Okay."

She face slammed into the bed.

"Magica!" Gladstone jumped onto the bed and rolled her over.

"SnnnnnnRRRRR…"

Snoring…she fell asleep...Fuck...

"How do I get you changed out of those clothes…without making this even more awkward."

He sighed and pulled off her heels, tossing them aside. Gladstone opened the nightstand and pulled out a small brown book. He ran to the dresser and pulled out a pair of silk purple and green striped pajamas. He put the clothes next to her and opened the mini spell book.

"Mutare vestum." A green glow glittered on Gladstone's hand. It traveled down onto the pajamas and Magica's disguise clothing. A white light covered over the clothing. The light faded and Magica was dressed in the pajamas, and the disguise rested next to her.

"Ha! Got it!" He cheered. Magica snorted in her sleep and rolled over. He took the clothes and folded them gently, putting them on top of his dresser. He grabbed the blanket off the floor and tucked Magica into his bed.

Gladstone stared at her. He took his hand and traced the curve of her face and pulled a strand of hair away.

I shouldn't…

Gladstone bent over and kissed her cheek quickly. Magica stretched and nuzzled her face into the pillow, smiling. He turned off the light and closed the door quietly. He leaned his head on the back of the door and brought his hand to his lips.

She kissed me.

A/N: Awwwww...the little giggly drunk kissed the drunk baby! AND IT TOOK THEM 21 CHAPTERS AND A COMIC SINCE 2004.

Anyways, I await all your screaming reactions. Please send them to me. Thank you and have a wonderful day/night.

Love you!

~Alex