Booze. The forbidden drink. The very drink Shiro kept to himself, the drink Shura waved around constantly, that drink. The very drink he'd stolen from her while she went to the bathroom. And that other time where she'd fallen asleep while attempting to teach him. In the end, he'd gathered three different drinks: beer, whisky, and vodka.

Since he had supernatural healing, a supernatural metabolism (in theory, he still had to test it), and supernatural senses, then surely he'd need quite a lot to drink to get drunk.

Or so he thought. He'd barely downed the can of beer before he started feeling weird. It was as if the room was spinning, but that couldn't possibly be the whole thing. No, there had to be more to it, meaning he hadn't reached peak wastedness.

Halfway through the second drink, he felt, giggly. The lamp did have a funny shape. And the way he could wiggle his toes? Hilarious! He couldn't even taste the disgusting vodka anymore, so he downed the rest of it with ease. Why had no one ever offered him a drink before? Why did only teachers and holy figures get to experience this terrific feeling? Every worry just melted away! He felt free!

Chuckling like a schoolgirl who had it bad for Yuck-io, Rin laid down on the floor and started texting the first one on his contact list. Suguro, being his mentor lately, had the honor of being that exact contact.

"Hi Sugaro wgatcc doin,? :p"

"Is run, yoi best freund! Is greet! You gret?"

His spelling was a mess, more so than usual, but he didn't notice. He was too occupied feeling fantastic. No, out of this world! But this feeling would be gone soon, he would get sober… No, he couldn't be drunk already, this wasn't the real deal, there had to be more.

And that's how he downed the whisky, too. Then things got interesting.

He didn't remember leaving the dormitory, nor did he know where he was heading, but he had little to no impulse control. He just wanted to run around! To get wild! To get naked! Though he'd kept his pants on.

He'd ignored Bon's messages. He was too strict, like a walking rule book, asking if he was okay, if he needed anything, even being as rude as to ask if he was drunk. Him!? No! He wasn't, he was giddy!

Rin stopped in his tracks and looked down at Kuro, blinking away the fog in his vision. "KURO! Where shall'e go now? We can go THerE!" He pointed towards the city. "OR! We can go THERe!" He pointed towards the school, laughing for no apparent reason as he spun around, barely able to stand on his feet. Everything spun, nothing felt real, except for a sudden gut feeling. It felt like nausea, a strong nausea, but as quickly as it came, it went away with a single belch.

"Ah! Kuro! I can hear, mole-face, you hear too?" The half-demon hadn't realized that his twin brother, followed by a rooster, had found him holding onto a lamppost for dear life, having lost his ability to stand straight.

"Rin! Look at you, you're completely out of it. What have you taken?"

"He haven't taken anything, he's been drinking." Bon stated upon getting close enough to smell his breath. "A lot."

"... You've got to be kidding…"

"YEAH! I've drunken, so what? I feel grea-ough!"

Yukio's reflexes were sharp as always, while Bon still needed some training. He got the full meal, all of it, shirt soaked in vomit as he caught the teen before he could hit the ground. He didn't feel fantastic anymore… Not at all.

"Maybe I'm, a little off…" Rin admitted as Bon let him onto his back, carrying the drunk idiot back to the dorm.

"This ever happened before?"

"No, he's never had anything alcoholic before."

"Then, how did he get his hands on it?"

"I have yet to find out…"

As Yukio looked down at his phone, finding that Shura had tried to call three times, Rin let out a groan.

"Booooooooon"

"What?"

"I gotta piss."

The day after was terrible. It was as if Satan himself punished him! Nausea, a pounding headache, a chill that wouldn't quite leave his exhausted existence. Was this it? The genuine feeling of being drunk? The feeling that followed the day after drinking? Why would anyone go through this willingly?! He'd never, ever touch another drink again. This would be the first and the last! … But there was still a bit of whisky left…