Author's note: Whee! I had nothing else to do, so I wrote another chapter! I realized how crappy the first one was. I'm kind of bad at describing, and it was just a little boring to begin with. I'll try harder, I promise! I feel like a thief. You take the time to read my fic, and it sucks. I stole your time. I'll try to not do that anymore. The "fanfiction police" will arrest me! ::hears sirens::

Chapter 2 - Stone Drunk

"What in Sam Hill are you doing, Trau?" asked Tidus when he saw a large pot suspended over the fire, with sickly purple smoke rising out of it.

"You'll see." I said, grinning widely. I was sitting by the fire attending to the mixture in the pot, and looking in a mirror to see if I had gotten any burn marks from the events in the small hours of the morning. I took out a comb and ran it through my platinum-blonde hair that was nearly white. It took several minutes before I was satisfied with the styling. I leaned back, and almost fell off the rock I was seated upon. *Whoa!* I thought. *I don't want to do that.* I got up and peered into the bubbling mixture over the fire. I took out a spoon and stirred it a little, and then closed my eyes and took a deep whiff of the delicious aroma emanating from the brown liquid.

*SPLAT!*

I cracked open an eyelid, and there in the middle of my concoction lay a blue-and-white blitzball. The irritated smirk never left my face as I turned to look for the source of the interruption in my reverie. I didn't have to look far. Wakka and Tidus stood not far away, and my eye detected a slightly guilty look on the face of Wakka, although Tidus seemed thoroughly amused. I could see him snickering all the way from where I was. *Now I know who's not getting any of my famous Gagazet moonshine.* I muttered. I picked the offending blitzball out of my brew, and kicked it back over to Wakka and Tidus. Looking down into my much-abused mixture, I saw the purplish color that told me it was done.

"Ha! It's finished. Who wants some?" I called, to no one in particular.

Rikku poked her head out from her tent.

"Some of what?" she asked.

Wakka, who had walked over after the blitzball incident, looked confused.

"What you talking about? What is it, ya?"

"Well, if no one wants any, then I'll have it all to myself." I said, knowing that they would all want some now, regardless of what it was.

"Hey, let me have a, cup, or bowl, or whatever you put it in, ya?"

"Yeah, let me have some! Please?" whined Rikku.

"Well, I guess I'll share it."

I divvied up some of the contents of the pot, and drank most of that which remained in a single draft. It seared my throat as it went down, but Gagazet moonshine was my absolute favorite to calm my nerves. I already felt myself sinking down into a state of absolute, careless bliss, also known to some as drunkenness. I barely heard Rikku and Wakka drink their share of my master creation, but I did remember hearing sputtering and coughing. They obviously liked it.

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Author's note: I will have to switch to third-person here, as Trau is going to be totally stoned and unfit to narrate. And the third-person POV could possibly stay for the rest of the story. Yes, I know it's horrible author's etiquette to change POVs, but, well, it's only in the face of necessity that rules are properly bent or broken.

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Trau got up, staggering and stumbling. He hobbled over to Wakka and Rikku, who had also begun to feel the effects of the highly alcoholic substance. Tidus saw the commotion and stopped practicing blitzball to walk over and see what was going on. When he reached the camp, the last thing he saw were three screaming crazies running in erratic paths toward him, and they were holding big sticks.

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Yes, I know, short, but that was all I could think of. What will they do to Tidus? Bumbumbum...I love suspense. Review to find out!