One hour and ten bottles of shots later.

(Remember they are three fifteen-year-olds trying to 'relax'. Let's see, um that's about three and one third bottles each. Surprisingly they can still do math!()

Situations are as follows:

Duo: As resilient as ever, still making corny jokes as usual while trying to act drunker (Is that a word?) than he already is.

Wufei: Being an ass about 'onnas' and adding his given blood alcohol level, well that has definitely got to mess with your ego. Not taking it down bringing it up to Vegeta's level.

Heero: As anti-social as ever, concentrating on the 'mission'. Regular shots don't seem to affect him so I'm wondering (Or rather Duo's wondering) what he would do with a little vodka on the brain!

End Analysis

SSN: Okay dudes this is my first fic and I know that the chapters are short but that's why I tried to update every day. I can't take the reviews going and complaining about cliffhangers and short chapters. It's giving me incredible writers block so LAY OFF!!!

I shall continue writing short chapters so play nice or I'll send my incredibly psychotic evil half on you. No relation to Lady/Colonel Une.

Delindau: Ha Ha! I am Delindau daughter of the great Dilandau! Don't try to piss me off or I'll tell my half to stop writing this fic! MUHWAAA!