The Morning After the Night Before
Author: Hex
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own GW. **Sigh**
Note: I GOT INTO STAFFORDSHIRE UNIVERSITY! I got my first Uni offer last week and I was so excited I decided to write a fic to celebrate! I'm going to be studying Journalism. Joyous! So as of September expect even less updates (is that even possible?) and even more rants! I'M GOING TO UNIVERSITY!
Note: Pointlessness is fun! A typical night out with the GW crew. **Giggle** This fic has no real redeeming value. I like it.
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It was a dark and stormy night.
Actually no, I can't lie to you, it was really quite a pleasant day in mid spring but the whole stormy night thing is so much more atmospheric!
Either way it was an important day in the life of Duo Maxwell. Today was the first day of the rest of his life. Today was the morning after the night before. Today was the first day of true peace the orphan from L2 had ever known.
This said, it still does not explain why said Orphan was laying in bed, cuddling a traffic cone.
The braided boy sat up and blinked hazily at his room. There was a goat in the corner.
Head pounding, the still slightly drunk ex-pilot stumbled into the bathroom and threw up, very loudly, into the toilet. At least, he had aimed for the toilet. In fact he ended up vomiting into the lap of Chang Wufei who was passed out on the floor.
Standing up, Duo pulled back the curtain and turned on the water for a shower.
A scream of; "Are you trying to drown me?!" from inside alerted him to the presence of former Queen of the World, Relena Peacecraft. Making an executive decision, Duo let the water run and went back into the bedroom.
After dressing, the second pilot made his way into the lounge and assessed the damage thusly:
Sofa - Two wine stains, one burn mark, three unidentifiable stains I do not want to know the origin of.
Coffee Table - Too many water rings to count, varnish all but gone, another burn mark.
Carpet - Irreparable.
Curtains - Burned to ashes.
"Good night." Was his only response to the chaos.
Stepping over the recumbent Quatre, Duo advanced on the kitchen. The sink was pilled high with plates and the trash can was brimming with Indian and Kebab Take Away cartons. The whole place stank of curry.
Slumped over the table, his bangs encrusted with said curry was Trowa Barton, who was snoring loudly into the fermenting remains of his chicken Tika.
On the floor by the back door was Dorothy Catalonia, her head sticking out through the cat flap.
Duo sighed, turned, and went back upstairs, passing Heero who was hanging from the hat stand by the back of his jacket. Reaching his room once more, he got back into bed and cuddled his Traffic Cone again for a long moment before finally addressing the world with an age old question:
"Where the hell did we find a goat?"
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I told you it had not redeeming value! **Sniggers**
I GOT INTO STAFFORDSHIRE!
R&R
Laters
Hex.