"Mel! Mel!" Todd gasped, running up to the blonde; Reggie in tow. "You'll never guess!"
"What?" Mel frowned, putting her drink down onto a table next to her.
"The Germans are coming!!!" Todd cried, throwing his arms up.
For a moment Mel blinked at him, confused. Then she saw Reggie. "Reggie!! How could you!?!" she shrieked, "you are a despicable little reptile!"
"Dragon," Reggie answered, "not reptile. I don't do that tongue thing." So saying he tried to flick his tongue like a snake, which only had him staring at his nose in a cross-eyed manner to make sure he was doing it right.
"Aren't you listening!?!" Todd demanded, stamping a foot and almost falling over. "The god damn Germans are coming."
"Don't forget the Russians!" Reggie added.
"Reggie the party's barely started and you've already got yourself stoned out of your mind, along with poor Toddy," Mel gave an exasperated sigh. "Couldn't you have left him out of it?"
Reggie gave a docile grin and said slowly, "I ain't no stone, I'm a reeeeeeealllll boy."
"The Germans Mel! The Germans!" Todd cried again.
"What about the Germans Todd?" Mel asked.
"They're coming," Todd answered simply, his eyes dashing from side to side.
"What about Hitler?" Mel asked, deciding to humor the young teen.
"Why the fuck would I know about Hitler?" Todd gave a contemptuous snort, frowning at Mel as if she had just asked the stupidest question in the world. "It's the Germans we're worried about."
"And the Russians!!" Reggie came in. "Fuck those communist bastards. We'll fuck dem up!"
"YEEEEEAH!" Todd crowed, punching the air with his fist. Then, "ooh bicardi!", as a girl dressed as Cleopatra floated past.
"Don'tchu forget the Russians Mel-a-nieeeee," Reggie grinned, wagging a finger in front of her face, "if yo' being seeing one I wantchu to kick his ass!"
Mel rolled her eyes. "Sure thing Reggie. Sure thing."
- - -
Pietro picked up a bottle of gin from the kitchen, strolling past two couples making out and heading for the lounge.
"Hey!" Toby snapped as the speedster passed through the hallway, "that's mine!"
"Finders keepers," Pietro grinned, "besides, you have company at the moment." He laughed, eyeing the group of Bayville girls who were practically holding Toby in place.
"NO!" Toby yelled, leaping forward and scattering the girls, "you are not drinking that!"
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
"Pfft. Puh-lease Toby. You couldn't handle this kind of alcohol anyway."
"And you could?" Toby snapped back.
Pietro's eyes shone slightly and Toby realized he'd tripped up. "Care to drink to that Tobes?" Pietro asked, raising a perfect eyebrow.
"Well errrr I....."Toby began.
"What's the matter?" Not man enough for a drinking competition?"
"Bring it on!" Toby answered, stepping after the New Yorker as he made for the central table.
"First to pass out of forfeit the game looses," Pietro said, setting a shot glass down in front of Toby with a distinct clunk. "Ready?"
"Ready," Toby answered grimly.
"Good," Pietro smiled, pouring gin into Toby's glass and then into his own. "Cheers then."
- - -
The drinking competition had pulled quite a crowd since it had begun, bets being made on the two competitors between friends.
Pietro sculled back another shot of gin and grinned loosely at Toby. "Yerrr turrn."
"Fock you," Toby answered, stabbing a finger at Pietro, "it wash mine to shtart with. I'mmmmmmmmm gonna fin.......fi.....washte your arshe!"
"Hey!" Pietro snapped, "don't you talk 'bout mah ass. Mah ass is forbin.......fobin.....not ferr touching. Now drink up Tobesh."
"My pleashurrrrrrrrre." Toby poured himself another shot of gin, slopping most of it over the table before it got to his glass, and saluting Pietro, tipped it back. Toby gave a small hiccup and blinked. Grinning he pointed shakily at what he supposed was Pietro and said, "yerrr turn."
Pietro gave a drunken smile and lazily snatched the gin from Toby's grasp. "Gladly."
- - -
Jean gave a small huff as she watched Taryn and Scott talk over their drinks. She'd lost all of the other X-Men in the surge of people though she could take a guess at where they were. She gave an angry pout and flicked her scarlet tresses over her shoulder, the long sleeves of her medieval gown swaying heavily.
"Damn gurl, yo' be looking fine tonight."
Jean blinked in surprise, turning in the direction of the voice. Jared smiled at her, winking once from under the peak of his baseball cap.
"I'm sorry," Jean said, slightly startled. "Were you talking to me?"
"Whatchu think?" Jared asked, walking forwards, "I don't see anyone else who looks as damn fine a yo'."
Jean blushed slightly." I bet you're just saying that."
"Nah nah! I swear thatchu is the finest white honey I've ever seen." Jared flashed another grin.
Jean was busy wondering why on earth she thought of that as a compliment, especially considering the fact that if anyone else she knew had said that, she would've glared at them and walked away. Instead she found herself giving a childish giggle.
At this Jared's smile broadened and he introduced himself. "I'm Jared."
"Jean," she answered.
- - -
Jamie pushed into the kitchen, startling Mel, who had been getting herself another drink.
"Shit!" Mel exclaimed, spilling her vodka and sprite mix down her arm. She frowned at Jamie, obviously trying to work something out in her drunken state of mind. "Hey, who let a trick-or-treater in?"
"I'm not a trick-or-treater!" Jamie snapped indignantly.
"Oh christ I'm sorry," Mel smiled, reaching out a hand to steady herself on the bench, "I didn't realize you were invited. Bloody hell, you freshmen get smaller every year. Soon you'll all be god damn midgets!"
Jamie scowled.
"Oops," Mel pressed a beige glove to her scarlet lips, "my bad. Not s-supposed to use the 'M' word. Here, have a drink." She clumsily passed Jamie her vodka and sprite, smiling innocently.
"What is it?" Jamie asked, sniffing the drink suspiciously. Before he'd come to this party (his first of course), he'd thought that getting drunk would be cool. Now he wasn't so sure.
"Sprite," Mel said, pressing a finger to the side of her nose, "mostly." At this she gave a small giggle and almost slid down the bench.
"Oh sprite's okay," Jamie beamed, and he gulped down a mouthful.
- - -
The gin bottle was almost empty at the drinking table. Which could mean only one thing. Two incredibly drunk teenagers.
Toby frowned in concentration as he tried to pour the last of the gin into his glass. The alcohol spilt wetly over his fingers, which clutched the glass, and onto the table top. He let go of the glass, concentrating on his wet fingers now; trying with all his might to bring them to his lips to suck the alcoholic liquid off his fingers. He got his first finger in, gave it a suck and............................................passed out.
"I WIN!" Pietro crowed, leaping to his feet and promptly falling down. The speedster broke into hysterical laughter before exclaiming rather ruefully. "My legs don't wok."
"Here, let me help you Petey," a cheerleader purred, helping the speedster to his feet and leading him off.
"Do I know you?" Pietro asked, his voice lilting drunkenly.
"I hope so," the girl smiled.
"Well I think that I'll deffffinitly know you........by tonight," Pietro said, tapping her on the nose as he leant heavily against her. "Do you lllllllllike drrrrinking?"
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Ooh, what will happen next? More drunkenness, which always provides entertainment!! Apart from that...I only have faint clues. :p Heh heh, you know what makes that 'the Germans are coming' part cool? Someone's done that to me at a party. ^_^ Ha ha...good times. :p Ciao for now, Becs.