THE GUNDAMS PILOTS GO TO AN IRISH PUB
Quatre: Man, my head hurts! I think I need to take an asprin.
Duo: Blimey! No way, buddy boy! All you need is one of there! It'll cool your head off like that! ( Duo is talking in an Irish accent)
(Duo clicks his fingers together. The five gundam pilots sat on their favorite stools at O'Mailleys Irish Pub. Duo had six empty glasses and nine full ones in front of him, as the others had none. )
Duo: Come on guys! Take a walk on the wild side! Live in the now! Get with the times! You wee boggers! (Duo was so drunk he was starting to fall off his chair, still speaking in an Irish accent.)
Duo: Come on guys! You know you want'a! Just….one…..little…..sipsy…..will…..do….the…trick.
(Heero is frustrated at Duo pushing drinks in his direction, so he picks one up, chugges the entire thing , and sets it down with a loud *thunk*!)
Duo: Blimey, lad! You're my new idol!
Quatre: Hey! I want to be your idol too!
( He picks up the glass of beer Duo had offered him earlier, and guzzles it all down. Throwing the empty glass at Heero, who ducks,a nd it skids right over his head.)
Duo: Quatre! You too!
Heero: Hn…
(Heero grabs the last seven glasses from in front of Duo and starts to chug them all, throwing them at Quatre when he finishes. Quatre is trying to dodge each one.)
Trowa: Wow. Waiter! Can we get a few hundred more over here?
Quatre: Trowa! Not any more! (He is still dodging Heero's flying mugs.)Besides, I thought you didn't drink!
Trowa: Hey, I know I'm a pretty shy guy, but I am not going to be left out of this.
Wufei: (Speaking for the first time all night.)Weakling.
(About 10 drinks later(for each of them except Wufei).)
Heero: Where's my gun? Who the hell stole my gun?! (Heero has misplaced his gun and is trying to locate it but throwing people off their chairs and looking under them)
Duo: Whee!(Heero just threw him off his chair.) You are a strong lad! I like strong lads! ( Duo get up off the floor and chases Heero around. Meanwhile, Heero is still throwing people around.)
Quatre: Where are they? Where is my enemy? ( Quatre had a couple too many, and thinks he is riding in his gundam. He keeps pretending to shoot at little statues of leprauchauns with a little black gun he found.)
Trowa: Hey, Quatre? Where'd you get that thing? ( Even though Trowa has had so many tihngs to drink, he doesn't seem to have been affected.)
Quatre: Trowa? Trowa where are you? Are you my enemy? Oh! There you are! Don't come any closer Trowa. (Trowa takes a step closer anyway.) I told not to come any closer to me! ( Quatre fires at him, and hits his leg. Trowa falls to the floor, clutching his leg.)
Trowa: Owieeeeee! You jerk-head! Whaddya do that for?!?!
Quatre: Oopsie, sorry Trowa. I didn't know this thing was real. Heero had it sticking out of the back of his pants, I had no idea it worked! I thought it was just to scare people!
Heero: (Looks over at Trowa and Quatre.) Sooooo! It was YOU! I am going to kill you! Omae o korosu! ( Runs at Quatre and Trowa, and grabs his gun from Quatre.) Prepare to DIE! ( On his way over Heero is tripped by a tiny leprauchaun statue.) Why you little jerk! ( He picks up the statue and throws it through the front window) I hope that I tought his a good lesson. Now, for you Quatre! OMAE O KOROSU!
Quatre: AIIIEEEEEE! ( Runs away at top speed. Meanwhile, Duo runs over and jumps on Heero's back.)
Duo: Ooooo! I just looouv me wee Hee-chan!!!! ( Squeesing Heero's hips. Hey, he's still talking irish!)
Heero: Hey! That….tickless!!! Ahhhh! HeheheheheheheHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! St-st-stop it Duo!
Duo: Hahahahahaha! ( Hey, Heero is laughing?)
Wufei: ( Wufei had been sitting quietly on his stool watching the entire show.) Pathetic dorks.
Heero: (Looks up and stops laughing. Duo falls off his back.) What did you call me? Prepare to die!
Wufei: Uh, oh. ( Runs out of the pub.)
Duo: Oooooh! Heero! You are so good at that! Hey, Trowa. Are you okay?
Trowa: Oh, yah I'm fine. Just slightly SHOT! Call 911! Come on! I'm loosing blood over here! There is a dying man laying on the floor!
Duo: Oh, sorry Trowa. (Walks over to a payphone.) Hey, what's the number for 911?
Heero: Oh, geese. I'll do it. ( Picks up the phone.) Oh, umm. Now that you mention it, what is the number.
Trowa: Wufei was right! You two are pathetic!
Duo: What did you call me?! ( Grabs Heero's gun.) I hate to copy me wee buddy Heero, but you are going to hell! ( Shoots at Trowa again, and again, untill Trowa is not moving.) Ahh, There. He wasn't that good of a pilot anyways.
Quatre: Trowa!!! Noooo!
Heero: Hey! Where'd you come from? And what are you screaming about! You shot at him first!
Quatre: But I was drunk! I didn't want to kill him! I hate you Duo! Whaaaaaa! ( Quatre falls in a fatal position on the floor.)
Heero: Hn… Come on, Duo, let's go home.
Duo: Okay! ( Flashs Heero a cheesy grin. They walk out of the pub. Quatre is still laying on the floor crying.)
Quatre: T-T-T-Trowa!
Trowa: Quatre, shut you trap.
Quatre: (Looks up.) T-Trowa?! You're alive?
Trowa: Of course I'm alive. You don't actually think that I'd go to a pub with THAT lot without any protection, do you? ( Trowa sits up and rips open his shirt. There is a bullet-proof vest draped across his chest, with several dents in it from where Duo's bullets hit.)
Quatre: Yah! ( Throws his arms around Trowa.)
Trowa: Hey! Back off you jerk! You still hit me! I am still dying! You're the only one that caused me any injuries, you crazy baka!
Quatre: Whoopsie Trowa! I'll call an ambulance! Errr… what's the number?
THE END ( OR IS IT?)
Notes: Hope you liked this one! I know, I know, it's a pretty sad attempt for a first Drunk Gundam fic, but I had to try something! Please R&R!!!