Mmmm Beer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

A/N : These symptoms are not real symptoms of drinking alcohol.

Trowa 1: Trowa Barton a.k.a Triton Bloom

Trowa 2: REAL Trowa Barton. (Back from the dead! J/k)

Words between "//" mean thoughts.

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Quatre slammed down a bottle of beer down onto the table. He burped loudly then laughed. Trowa (1), Duo and Quatre were at a bar and Quatre had gotten drunk, once again.

"Quatre, stop. You're drunk enough." Trowa said as he tried to pull the bottle out of Quatre's hand. Quatre pouted and jerked away. He took another large gulp of the beer.

"Yeah Q, it's not funny anymore. You've been getting wasted everyday for the last 4 months." Duo agreed. Quatre looked at Duo.

"Heh, *burp* I am SO drunk. I feel like I can vomit. You ever get that feeling beautiful?" Quatre asked drunkenly. He burped again in Duo's face. Duo waved a hand in front of his face in attempt to rid of the horrible stench of alcohol coming from Quatre's mouth. Quatre stared at Duo's private area with a perverted smile. He took another sip of beer and pointed at Duo drunkenly.

"You're a really pretty girl." Quatre said as he reached over to touch Duo's face. He stopped mid way as if changing his mind and took another sip of beer.

"You.." He said as he pointed at Duo again. "Are one fiiine lookin' lady. If I wasn't married to Trowa I'd go out with you like THAT!" Quatre said as he pounded his beer bottle down onto the table at the word 'that'. Quatre's eyes started to fill with tears. He started to cry and bang his forehead against the table ledge.

"Oh god! Please dun't tell Trowa I said dat. God I luv him.I uno wha' I'd do wit out 'im." Quatre said. He had forgotten Trowa was sitting beside him. Quatre continued crying.

"It's okay, It's okay. I won't tell Trowa." Duo said as he patted Quatre on the back.

"Don't TOUCH me! Nothing gives you that right!" Quatre yelled as he swatted Duo's hand away. He put his head on the table ledge and continued crying and burping at the same time. He soon stopped crying and sat back up. He glared at Duo drunkenly.

"Stay away from Trowa!" Quatre cried as he threw himself at Duo to punch him. Quatre missed Duo and fell on the floor. Once Quatre hit the floor he started to giggle hysterically.

"Quatre! Get up, we're going home. Now." Trowa demanded as he poked the fallen Quatre with his foot. Quatre continued giggling on the floor.

"Trowa, stop. Not here. You're turning me on," Quatre said between laughs. Trowa's eyes widened and he instantly withdrew his foot from Quatre's side. Quatre moped a little in disappointment and attempted to get up using for a barstool for support. Trowa helped Quatre up but he jerked away.

"I can walk on my own." He said rudely. He wobbled a bit then started to walk out of the bar. He fell down onto the floor after a few steps.

"Quatre are you okay?" Trowa and Duo asked as they ran up to Quatre. He started to cry on the floor.

"Quatre get up, here I'll help you." Trowa said as he held out a hand. Quatre looked at Trowa hand and held on to it tightly. Duo helped Quatre up too.

"I'm soooo sorry Trowa. Maybe it's just the beer talkin' but you got an ass that just won't quit." Quatre said with a giggle. Trowa ignored that and walked Quatre to the car.

"I'll drive!" Quatre exclaimed as he tried to open a car door.

"Quatre, that's not your car." Trowa said as he pulled Quatre away from the car.

"Yes it is. My car is black! I know what my car looks like, Trowa!" Quatre yelled. Trowa looked at Quatre confusingly. The car he was trying to open was blue.

Quatre laughed and jumped into driver's seat when Trowa opened his car door.

"Vrrrrrrrooooooooom mmmmmmmmmm. Errrrrrrrrrrk!" Quatre said as he moved the wheel.

"Quatre get out of the car." Trowa demanded. Quatre giggled.

"No!" He exclaimed as he continued giggling and 'driving'. Trowa sighed and walked over to Duo's car.

"He's not getting out." Trowa said. All of a sudden Quatre's car started and he drove away.

"Oh shit." Trowa and Duo said in unison as they watched Quatre drive away and hit a garbage can on the way out of the parking lot.

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"Is he ok doctor?" Trowa asked the man in a white jacket.

"Should be. He was in a car crash and his arm is broken. Give him two of these pink pills and one of these blue pills every 6 hours. Give him one of these brown pills before he sleeps." The man instructed as he handed the pills to Trowa.

"Thank you doctor." Trowa said.

"I'm not a doctor." The man said as he walked out of the room. Trowa sat beside Quatre's bed as he watched him lay lifelessly on the bed. A few minutes later Quatre's eyes began to open.

"Wha- where am I?" Quatre asked quietly as he looked around.

"You were in a car crash." Trowa explained. Quatre looked down at his arm. It was wrapped up in a cast.

"A car crash? Who did I hit?! Is anyone killed?!" Quatre exclaimed with worries. He never liked killing people.

"No, you ran into a parked car." Trowa said. Quatre looked at him confusingly.

"How come you're ok? You usually drive with me." Quatre asked.

"You got drunk last night. I left you for a few seconds and you hot-wired the car then drove away." Trowa explained. Quatre held his head in pain. He was having a major hang over.

"Quatre take these pills." Trowa instructed as he handed the pills to Quatre. Quatre swallowed them easily and immediately fell back into a deep sleep.

Quatre took a deep breath then entered the building. He had been sentenced to attend to group therapy for a month to solve his drinking problems.

He walked down the hallways and looked for the room. //Room 145, room 145.// Quatre repeated to himself as he strolled down the halls. After a while he found it.

Quatre sighed and opened the door. He saw some people of different ages sitting in a circle. Everyone turned they're attention to Quatre as he entered the room.

"H-Hi, I'm here for the drinking problem..therapy session?" Quatre said nervously. A old man smiled at Quatre.

"Grab a chair and join our discussion." The man instructed. Quatre nodded and joined them. He looked around at the unfamiliar faces.

"Why don't you introduce yourself young man?" The same man asked.

"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner, and I have a drinking problem." Quatre said in shame.

"Hi Quatre." The group greeted in unison. Quatre smiled politely. He was beginning to like the group, everyone was so nice.

"Now gang, we're going introduce yourself to Mr. Winner. Starting with me. My name is Hugh Jass." The man said.

"My name is Dorothy Catalonia." The girl sitting to the right of Hugh Jass said.

"Dekim Barton." The old man sitting next to Dorothy introduced.

"Doktor S, my friends call me S, if I had any friends.." Another old man said sadly.

"Heero Yuy." A young boy with messy brown hair said in a low monotone voice.

"Trowa (2) Barton. " A man around the age of 20 said.

"Lady Une." A woman who seemed perfectly fine said with a smile.

// They're so friendly. // Quatre thought to himself with a smile.

"We'll start by discussing our problems. First we'll talk about what drinking has done to you. Dorothy, lets start with you. Then go in order to the left." Hugh Jass said. Everyone turned their attention towards the blond.

"Well, I have a drinking problem. Ever since I started drinking I've wanted war and battles. I just love wars." Dorothy said.

"Why do you feel this way? Do you like watching people fight a die?" Hugh asked in a calm mood.

"Yes, yes I do." Dorothy admitted without any shame.

"Okay, Dakim, lets move on to you." Hugh said.

"Drinking has ruined my life. I'm only 20 years old!" The old looking man said. Everybody gasped.

"Doktor S?"

"Well, I'll tell you one thing. THIS NOSE ISN'T FAKE!" Doktor S yelled. Trowa (2) laughed.

"Heero?"

"Drinking changed me a lot. I'm no longer the fun loving, loud, talkative boy I used to me." Heero said in his flatly. Quatre looked shocked.

"Trowa?"

"Well, lately I've been having horrible dreams and visions of Doktor S and some dude shooting me, then some other guy stealing my name and taking my job! These dreams just won't leave me alone and it happened right after I started drinking uncontrollably."

"That's insane! I have absolutely no intentions of shooting you." Doktor S exclaimed.

"Yeah sure your not! That's what they all say!" Trowa accused.

"You take that back! Or I'll shoot you!" Doktor S cried. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Trowa.

"S, put down the gun." Hugh ordered. Doktor S glared at Hugh and put his gun away.

"Now Lady Une, tell us why you are here." Hugh said.

"Drinking has ruined my life. I constantly drink to get rid of depression. Recently the man I have been fawn of for years passed away and I've been depressed ever since. When I started drinking I began to have mood swings and split personalities." Lady Une calmly.

"I'm usually a calm person but...drinking has made me like THIS! MY CRAZY MOOD SWINGS HAS CAUSED ME EVERY DATE I'VE EVER BEEN ON! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO GET OVER TRIEZE LIKE THIS!?!??!" Lady Une screamed. Everyone stared at her, wide eyed. Trowa and Quatre shifted their chairs away from her.

"Lady, please calm down. Quatre, it's your turn to share your story." Hugh said with an assuring smile. Everyone stared at Quatre eagerly as if they wanted to hear all about Quatre's life. Well, everyone but Heero.

"Well, I was forced to come here. When I'm drunk I turn into someone I'm not. I started acting rude and violent, the other night I ran into a parked car." Quatre said shamefully. The group smiled at Quatre.

"Don't worry Quatre. We'll give you all the help you need." Hugh said sincerely.

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