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Chapter three

Seifer hated this. He had never failed a mission before, even if it meant to assassinate some heavily guarded president of some sort. But to satisfy a fundamental need (A/N: Yes, that's right, he didn't get hammered! We are so evil!) was pathetic. The last time he was sober for two days straight was the night of his fifteenth birthday.

On top of that, today was December 17th and that meant today was the first of eight days of Hell.  In about two minutes, he would be walking down the hall to Cid's office for "The Party Report".

Seifer rose from his seat in the cafeteria (A/N: There is one, right?) and began to walk down "The Hallway To Hell".

Just then, intercom blared again, "SEIFER ALMASY, PLEASE REPORT TO THE HEADMASTER'S OFFICE!"

Just like yesterday, everyone turned and shouted, "Ooooooooooooohhhh!" Unlike yesterday, Seifer growled and gave them the one gun salute.

"UP YOURS!" He snarled.

"Shame on you Seifer! You know better than to yell at the innocent students! Detention Young man!" Shouted Instructor Bennett. The aged history teacher may have been old, crinkly, and most likely didn't know what "Shit" meant, but he still strongly believed that manners and respect were due to everyone and anyone in Gardens ( a/n: hey, we have to make at least ONE person in this story that has good morals! ).

"Fine! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!! EXPEL ME! PLEASE! Put me out of my damn misery!!!!!!!!!!!" Seifer retorted while frantically waving his hands around, as they went from his shoulders and into the … Oliver ' Can I have some 'ore?' Twist position.

" Ummm … that's ok young man, a detention will be fine. And its Headmaster Kramer's job, Merry Christmas young man!" And he filled out the pink slip and dropped it into Seifer's open hands.

"Arrrgh!"

"SEIFER ALAMSY! GO TO THE HEADMASTER'S OFFICE THIS INSTANT!" The intercom blared, causing fits oh laughter to erupt as kids pointed.

"SCREW YOU!"

Seifer began to walk down the extremely long hallway to Cid's office trying to remember what his anger management instructor had told him. Instead the instructions of his combat instructor's word rang through his head. Thoughts of Cid dying a painful death calmed Seifer's rage.

At the office

"Ah, good. You finally made it. I began to think you got lost." Cid said calmly trying to keep a straight face. Except he had no luck in suppressing his laughter.

The sight of his headmaster laughing at him pissed him off and brought him back into beautiful daydreams about mummifying his headmaster alive.

"Ahem… Seifer…. Are you in there? Hello? Seifer?"

"Huh… What? Who? What? Where? How? When? Uh…"

"Well just ignore that little…uh, blackout."

"Thank you sir."

"So, for tonight's assignment. Well, I have received news that Mary Shelley (a/n: not the woman that wrote "Frankenstein") is having a keg party. I want you to find the kegs and bring them to me and I will dispose of them and get a full refund. That money will go to you, should you be able to do it properly without causing uproar. Call it a "Thank you"."

"Alright sir. I'll do my best." And with that Seifer left the office with a plan forming in his head.

"That's good to hear. Dismissed." Cid said.

Seifer gave Cid a salute and left the office.

Mary Shelley's Party

Seifer looked around. The heavy rock music was blaring in his ears and there were people everywhere. It was stuffed for such a small dorm room. Well, actually, her dorm was larger than his. It actually had a living room, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and a guest room. Her dorm was practically an apartment! It was insane!

Seifer walked through the mass of people swaying their bodies to the beat with a beer bottle in their hands. So, there wasn't a keg, huh? No problem. All Seifer had to do was find a way to get a case of 24 and say that that was all he could find and get paid for it.

He decided that the kitchen was most likely a possible source to contain all the alcohol. He made a beeline for it, but was stopped by the hostess herself.

Marry Shelley was quite a looker. She was your typical blond hair, blue-eyed city girl from Deling City. No matter how pretty she was, she had a temper that was not to be reckoned with. She was like a bomb. Get her made once and she'd be mad at everyone in her eyesight.

Seifer looked at her. She looks suspicious he thought.

"Uh, hi Mary. Nice party. Kinda crowded, but it's great." Seifer said.

"Hello Seifer. I know this is a 'nice party' as you put it. But, everyone knows that your Cid's lap dog this year. 'Confiscate the alcohol' he said. That is right. Isn't it?" She asked, fire in her eyes. Quite Frankly, she was scaring Seifer.

"Wait a minute, who told you?" Seifer demanded. Then it clicked in his head. He only told one person. Squall! 'That man is so dead once I'm through with him!' Seifer thought.

"So it is true. Get out!" Mary yelled ash she pushed a fuming Seifer out the door.

Outside Mary's Dorm

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Seifer yelled out to know one in particular.

"Tsk, tsk Seifer. Where are your manners? What ever could be so wrong that you had to curse out for innocent teenage people to hear? And at Christmas! Shame on you!" Squall was having WAY too much fun with Seifer's situation.

"Yeah, Almasy. Manners are a good thing. They are your friends … your only friends." Zell added. He and everyone else had quite a laugh when they heard Seifer had to stay sober and regulate the alcohol flow until Christmas. He would never be able to do it.

"Not now, Zell. I am about to kill something and with you standing so close, I wouldn't tempt me." Seifer was going to try to take this as a man.

Really.

"WEEELLLL, since I'm not standing so close … Seifer, we just want to thank you for making our Christmas a beautiful and joyous one. But we can't stand out here and chat with anymore, because WE were invited to a certain PARTY with A-L-C-O-H-O-L. Ta Ta For Now!" And with that Rinoa, followed by two smirking boys, walked past Seifer and into the raging party.

When they were deep in the throng of the wild gathering of teenagers, they could hear a faint cry outside that sounded a lot like " ITS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

At least Seifer tried. Really.

End of Chapter 3

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