"YAHOO!"
Popcorn, chip, and soda went flying everywhere.
"I guess I owe you guys some money," a short man said while reaching for his wallet.
"More than just some, Krillin," a much taller man said. "Remember, I doubled mine!"
The shorter man looked over at him. "No way, three-eyes! You did not!"
Yamcha walked behind the couch, leaning over so his head was between the two. "Boys, boys, calm down! This thiz no tihme tooh be upthet!" He leaned even further over until he could grab the beer he was drinking off the table. "Oh my, I theem tooh be thuck!" He hiccupped and smiled happily as he attempted to drink some more, mostly spilling it on the rug, laughing the whole time. "We're havin thah gweathist tihme, awnt we Kwillin and Thien?"
Krillin looked up at the clock. "Speaking of time, I better get going." He pulled a bunch of money out of his wallet and slapped it onto the table. "This should do the trick! Thanks gawd I stayed sober, 18 would have killed me!" He stood up and ran for the door, waving. "See ya, guys! Oh, and Tien, make sure Yamcha doesn't stay like that all night!"
Tien looked over at Yamcha, who was still flopped over the back of the couch.
"Alright," Tien replied as the door slammed shut. He sighed and poked Yamcha. "Hey, you conscious?"
Yamcha smiled goofily. "Easy-peasy lemon . . . oh, beer!" He reached for Tien's almost finished beer can.
Tien quickly grabbed the beer can and gulped down the last of it. "There. Now, can you stand up?"
Yamcha looked at him all puppy eyed. "You're thoh meawn!"
"I'll take that as a no," Tien said as he stood up. He could feel his cheeks flushing from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Reaching, he grabbed Yamcha by the collar, lifting the drunken man to his feet.
Yamcha slung a limp arm Tien's shoulders, saying, "Have I ewa thold yew how muth I wike yew, Thien?"
"No, you haven't, but you can tell e later," Tien said. "Now, lie down on the couch like a normal person so I can go home."
"No, I meawn how muth I weally, weally wike yew!" Yamcha said.
"Yamcha, have you even heard one word I've said?" Tien asked. "Now go to beh-MMPH!!!"
Tien stood wide-eyed as Yamcha pressed their lips together. Yamcha stepped back. "Yew er uh pweddy gwood chisser, fer uh dude." And he fell backwards onto the couch, passed out.
Tien stood there for a sec, the comfort of the alcohol leaving his system in a flash, then put both of his hands over his mouth as he ran out, not even slowing down as he pulled the door shut behind himself, blasting off home.
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Author's Note: Well, I know this is short, but this is all I got done last night before I fell asleep. Hope you like! ^_^
Popcorn, chip, and soda went flying everywhere.
"I guess I owe you guys some money," a short man said while reaching for his wallet.
"More than just some, Krillin," a much taller man said. "Remember, I doubled mine!"
The shorter man looked over at him. "No way, three-eyes! You did not!"
Yamcha walked behind the couch, leaning over so his head was between the two. "Boys, boys, calm down! This thiz no tihme tooh be upthet!" He leaned even further over until he could grab the beer he was drinking off the table. "Oh my, I theem tooh be thuck!" He hiccupped and smiled happily as he attempted to drink some more, mostly spilling it on the rug, laughing the whole time. "We're havin thah gweathist tihme, awnt we Kwillin and Thien?"
Krillin looked up at the clock. "Speaking of time, I better get going." He pulled a bunch of money out of his wallet and slapped it onto the table. "This should do the trick! Thanks gawd I stayed sober, 18 would have killed me!" He stood up and ran for the door, waving. "See ya, guys! Oh, and Tien, make sure Yamcha doesn't stay like that all night!"
Tien looked over at Yamcha, who was still flopped over the back of the couch.
"Alright," Tien replied as the door slammed shut. He sighed and poked Yamcha. "Hey, you conscious?"
Yamcha smiled goofily. "Easy-peasy lemon . . . oh, beer!" He reached for Tien's almost finished beer can.
Tien quickly grabbed the beer can and gulped down the last of it. "There. Now, can you stand up?"
Yamcha looked at him all puppy eyed. "You're thoh meawn!"
"I'll take that as a no," Tien said as he stood up. He could feel his cheeks flushing from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Reaching, he grabbed Yamcha by the collar, lifting the drunken man to his feet.
Yamcha slung a limp arm Tien's shoulders, saying, "Have I ewa thold yew how muth I wike yew, Thien?"
"No, you haven't, but you can tell e later," Tien said. "Now, lie down on the couch like a normal person so I can go home."
"No, I meawn how muth I weally, weally wike yew!" Yamcha said.
"Yamcha, have you even heard one word I've said?" Tien asked. "Now go to beh-MMPH!!!"
Tien stood wide-eyed as Yamcha pressed their lips together. Yamcha stepped back. "Yew er uh pweddy gwood chisser, fer uh dude." And he fell backwards onto the couch, passed out.
Tien stood there for a sec, the comfort of the alcohol leaving his system in a flash, then put both of his hands over his mouth as he ran out, not even slowing down as he pulled the door shut behind himself, blasting off home.
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Author's Note: Well, I know this is short, but this is all I got done last night before I fell asleep. Hope you like! ^_^