Warning: Nakedness, blood rushing to various organs, language, so on and so forth. Gotta love humor fics, they've got a little bit of everything!
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing or the characters.
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Extra: I want to thank all of my reviewers! It's always nice to know your stories are amusing someone. ^_^ and I wanted to thank Nelia for the idea behind the drinking game I came up with that's will be in the next chapter. Thanks!
-Kate
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Chapter Four ; Stripping, Bloody noses, and Treize
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Duo was the first to come out of his room with a gleeful look on his face. He had only added a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of socks to his attire. He flopped back onto the couch and waited for the rest to come. He was disgruntled that they had all gone to add clothes to their outfits. 'Pussies. They never have any fun unless they're drunk!' An idea suddenly popped into Duo's head. He was the only one in the parlor and everyone had left their drinks unattended on the table. As he moved to jump up from the couch, his plan was foiled. Quatre had come back out from his room with a look of dismay plastered on his features. Duo swore under his breath before flashing a toothy grin at his fellow pilot. Quatre flashed one back while stuffing his hands into the pockets of his fleece jacket. Duo was about to ask Quatre why he'd brought such a warm jacket on a cruise, but he was interrupted again. The rest of the crew emerged from their rooms, all with a similar look of anxiety. They had found it was much too hot to add anymore than a light jacket or a pair of socks to their attire. The fire Quatre had started had been a very bad idea.
Everyone stared at Duo. Duo stared back. Everyone proceeded to glare at Duo. Duo proceeded to raise an eyebrow and huff.
Hawaiian shirts seemed to be a theme among the men of the group. Duo, Trowa, Milliardo, and Wufei all wore one. They each looked at each other and chuckled a little. It was quite the amusing sight.
They all made themselves more than comfortable when the game finally began. Duo dealt the cards and watched as everyone began to actually use a good portion of their brains. Quite an interesting sight to say the least. Relena stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth and furrowed her brow to the point she started to look like a Neanderthal in heat, Heero got his 'Perfect Solider' mask out and began to stare into the soul of his cards, Noin rose a brow and huffed, and Quatre giggled relentlessly. He never was the best at keeping a poker face. The rest of the group looked like seasoned pros. Zechs' eyes were glassed over as he flipped them from card to card, Duo chewed on his bottom lip while rearranging his hand, Wufei narrowed his eyes until he looked like he had none, Trowa reverted back to his old self by sticking on that stoic expression, and Treize, like any good politician, kept a small smirk on his lips that didn't reveal anything about his hand.
"Okay, we'll go clockwise for exchanges." Duo broke the silence. "That means you're first Heero."
"Hm, give me two." Heero spoke while handing over two of his cards. Duo simultaneously pulled the same amount from the deck.
"Trowa?" Duo questioned while setting down three of his own cards onto the table. Trowa looked up to him with one eye showing. Somehow it still disturbed Duo that he never seemed to see both of Trowa's eyes at once.
"None thank you." Everyone instantly looked over to Trowa with absolute amazement. "What?"
They all shook their heads and went back to staring at their own cards.
"K, Quatre?" Duo had a bad feeling Quatre would do what he always did: give up four of the five cards.
"One please, Duo." Duo just about fainted. Quatre must have had a damn good hand if only wanted one card. He obeyed and gave up the top card from the deck.
The rest of the group took their turns trading in cards. Treize took three, Relena didn't understand the concept of trading in her cards so she refused to give any up, Wufei took two, Noin asked for one, and Milliardo said he didn't need any. Trowa eyed him, but couldn't figure out if he was bluffing or not. Milliardo seemed to be just as good at looking indifferent as Trowa. Finally it was time for the betting stage.
"All right, tables open for bets." Duo announced.
Everyone antied up before the bets began. Heero started them out low at twenty dollars. Everyone met his bet except Treize; he raised him thirty. Once again everyone met that bet before Trowa upped it by fifteen. Quatre began to look green in the face, but none the less he met the bet. Milliardo raised by fifty dollars this time. Noin, Relena, Duo, and Wufei all folded out. It wasn't the money, obviously, that freaked them out. It was the five left in the game that did. All of them had looks of complete concentration and seriousness. Heero still had his trademark glare, Treize was smirking all the while and Milliardo was as stoic as Trowa. Poor Quatre looked like he had a bad bout of constipation. His brow was furrowed, he was chewing on his lip, and his complexion was changing from a shade of green to a shade of purple. No one had seen the small Arabian this perplexed before. Then again, no one had seen Quatre even stay in the game this long before.
"K, any more bets?" Duo asked like the good dealer he was.
"I bet another fifty." Milliardo spoke.
"See that bet and raise it fifty." Treize replied.
"See that bet and raise it twenty." Heero added in.
"See your bets. Quatre?" Trowa questioned as he looked over to his blonde counterpart. Quatre was suddenly resembling an overripe eggplant.
"No raise." He spat.
"All right, show your cards starting with Heero." Duo spoke as he shuffled what was left of the deck.
Duo quickly noticed the tinge of red that rose in Heero's cheeks. He came to the conclusion that Heero was hoping to have narrowed the competition down a bit more.
"Hn." Heero put down his hand: two pair, nine high. He had a pair of sixes and a pair of twos, with a nine to top it off. Trowa almost broke his calmed expression as he eyed Heero's cards.
"Ha, beat you." He set down his cards to reveal three pair, ace high. His pair was only fours, but it was still better than Heero's.
"Strip Hee-chan!" Duo just about burst. He was hoping deep down in his heart that Heero would lose. The lyrics from 'Get Naked' popped into his head as a faint memory of a weekend spent at Relena's came flooding back into his head.
"Hn." Heero's vocabulary seemed to be running in reverse. He bent over and removed the only piece of clothing he had added to his attire; a pair of yellow socks. "There."
Duo was giggling to himself as he noticed if Heero lost three more times he would be down to his boxers. Absolutely perfect.
"I can put you to shame Mr. Barton." Treize spoke as he set down his hand of cards. Four of a kind, King high. Trowa looked disgruntled as he took off the green Hawaiian shirt he had put over his white tank top.
"You're turn to strip Treize." Milliardo smirked. He had a full house. Four fives and a pair of Queens. Treize's once brilliant and cocky smile faded into a stony expression as he removed his black suit jacket.
"Quatre?" Duo questioned. Quatre's flesh still remained a lovely shade of violet, but his eyes were very alive and excited.
Silence filled the room for a good five minutes before Quatre leapt to his feet with triumph written all over his face.
"AHAHHAHA! I WIN!" He shouted as he flopped down his hand; four of a kind, King high. He had been lucky enough to acquire three aces and a jack.
Everyone's jaws went agape as they looked at his cards. It was a new event in history that Quatre had actually played the game for a full round, let alone won it.
Milliardo looked absolutely insulted. He mumbled a few things before he took off his orange/pink Hawaiian shirt. He'd be naked in four rounds easy if he wasn't careful.
The game continued on for almost two hours before it came to an end. Snacks had vanished, soda had been drained from the bottles, and people were giddier than ever. The room looked like someone's luggage had exploded. There were shirts, pants, socks, and various other items strewn about the floor and furniture. Duo sat with a pair of black silk boxers on, Heero was in a pair of yellow boxers with frogs on them, Wufei had on his usual white pants, Relena was fully clothed since every round she folded, Noin was down to her bra and a pair of Milliardo's boxers, Trowa was in a pair of socks with a pillow over his lap, Quatre was only missing his fleece jacket, Milliardo sat in his khaki shorts, and poor Treize was, well.. butt naked. His bluffing had been the death of him. Quatre wouldn't give up the entire game and he always ended up beating Treize. From the point Treize removed his boxers, Wufei's nose had been continually bleeding. Poor thing looked just about dead from lose of blood.
"All right! Since Treize is as naked as the day he was born and Quatre is even richer than he started out to be, lets move onto our next game!" Duo beamed as he threw his arm over Heero's bare shoulder.
Once again everyone stared at Duo. Duo stared back. Everyone proceeded to glare at Duo. Duo proceeded to smirk.
"You know you want to.." He sounded sultry as he said it, sitting there in his boxers.
The room was filled with Heero clones again. 'Hn' came from all directions as people stood to put their clothes back on. Treize was the first to stand with absolutely no shame. Wufei's eyes grew wide as he stared at the man in front of him. All of a sudden everyone heard a loud 'INJUSTICE!' as Wufei took off for the top deck. Many brows were raised.
"Hey now! What do you think you guys are doin?" Duo questioned as he stared at the notably naked Treize. Dorothy images flooded his mind, but he held them off with images of Heero naked and washing Deathscythe. Duo really did have issues sometimes.
"Uh, putting our clothes back on?" Noin answered. She had a horrible feeling Duo wasn't going to let them.
"No way! You have to stay the way you are until we go to bed. Well, except Treize and Trowa. You guys can find your boxers.. please." Duo blinked as he looked at Trowa who was still holding one of the couch pillows over his lower half. A whimper could be heard behind him from Quatre. Duo could have sworn soda made Quatre as drunk as alcohol would make anyone else. Trowa just smirked and bent over to grab his boxers from below the table. Another whimper resounded through the room.
Much eyebrow raising and grimacing ensued from the rest of the party members.
Just as Treize pulled his boxers back on, Wufei came to the last step. His face was now a lovely shade of red. Clearing his throat he walked back into the parlor and took his place on one of the over stuffed chairs. No one bothered to ask what had happened. It wasn't that out of place for Wufei to randomly freak out, especially when it came to other naked men, being he was the only straight pilot of the bunch. Or so they thought.
Treize's lips curved up into a devilish smile as he eyed the now blushing Chinese pilot. He had hoped to produce some sort of reaction out of him, one involving blood rushing to certain body parts, but he was disappointed that most of the plasma had made a mad dash for his face instead of other areas. Still, it was quite flattering.
"So, uh Duo.. what exactly are we playing?" Relena asked. She wanted to know exactly what was going to be happening before she decided to play.
"Well, I've devised a game that is a mixture of a few." He answered. "We're going to play Drunk Mans Truth or Dare!"
Just about everyone fell over anime style. They knew damn well that mixing alcohol with Truth or Dare was a very dangerous thing to do. But none the less they all had faith in Duo that it would turn out to be fun. And hopefully it would make Spin the Bottle more entertaining than usual. Boy were they in for an interesting night.
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Ha, going to leave the Drunken game for its own chapter. I'll be putting up a few more chapters next week when I get back from vacation. Review's are my best friend ^_^ ::hint hint, nudge nudge::
