Trowas drunk

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing

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

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

Words in italics are thoughts.

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Trowa(1) knocked lightly on Quatre's door. Quatre opened the door slightly and peeped out.

"Hello Trowa, what are you doing here?" Quatre asked as he opened the door wider for Trowa. Trowa walked in passed Quatre and headed straight to the kitchen.

"I'm here to help you with your problem." Trowa answered as he opened Quatre's fridge.

"Wha?" Quatre asked confusingly as Trowa pulled out a six pack of beer from Quatre's fridge. He slammed the beers onto Quatre's countertop and sat down on a nearby wooden stool. Quatre took a seat beside Trowa and watched him curiously.

"I don't want you to drink anymore, so I'm going to drink all the beer in your fridge. I'm going to get drunk and after you see me drunk you will realize how foolish you've been acting everyday for the last 4 months. I trust that after seeing this, you will never want to drink again." Trowa said firmly as he broke off a can of beer from its plastic chain. He opened it and started to chug down the beer.

A half hour passed quickly as Quatre watched Trowa guzzle beer after beer after beer in amazment.

"Is that all the beer you have?" Trowa slurred with a burp. Quatre nodded quickly. Trowa looked down at the beer cans that were littered all over the kitchen floor. He had drank 14 beers and was now finishing off the last one in Quatre's house. Needless to say, he was thoroghly wasted.

"Quatre, why did you make this mess?" Trowa asked as he pointed at the floor. Quatre looked down at the scattered cans.

"You made that mess." Quatre reminded, looking back at Trowa.

"Oh yeah," Trowa said with a slight chuckle and weak smile. He swayed lightly in his seat as if trying to keep balance on it.

"Trowa, I think you're drunk." Quatre said with concern.

"I think YOU'RE drunk!" Trowa yelled back as he took a sip of beer from the can he was holding. Quatre looked at Trowa with concern. Did I look like this when I was drunk? He wondered to himself.

"It's getting hot.." Trowa suddenly realized.

"I should take off my clothes." He continued, muttering to himself. He began to take off his blue turtleneck but got stuck halfway though the process. After a bit of a struggle, the freed Trowa handed the sweater to Quatre.

"What do you want me to do with it?" Quatre asked as he took the sweater. Trowa smiled at Quatre.

"Put it on. You're cold." Trowa ordered.

"No I'm--" Quatre started.

"Yes you are." Trowa insisted, interpreting Quatre immediatly. Quatre shrugged and put on Trowa's shirt. It was too big for him but if his Trowa wanted him to do it, he would.

"It's getting hot in heeere, so take off all your clothes." Trowa sung loudly and obnoxiously. He took another sip of beer and looked at the can he was holding.

"You drink this everyday?!" Trowa yelled to Quatre. Quatre flinched at Trowa's sudden loud screaming but nodded slowly anyways. Trowa gave him a worried look.

"So you were like this everyday?" Trowa asked. Quatre nodded again in shame.

"Whoa, Quatre, that's NOT good for you." Trowa said, stating the obvious. Quatre smiled. He was glad Trowa was looking out for him.

"But you know what, Quatre? This stuff is pretty DAMN good. I gots to get me more of this sheeeiiiiit." Trowa slurred with a chuckle, staring at the can with admiration. They sat in silence for a while until Trowa suddenly fell off his stool.

"Oww." Trowa said quietly as he stared up the kitchen ceiling.

"Trowa! Are you okay?" Quatre asked with concern. He leaned over Trowa.

"Are YOU okay?!" Trowa shot back accusingly. He began to get up, holding onto the wooden stool for support but his weight caused the stool to topple over and land on top of him.

"Quatre! Get it! It's attacking me!" Trowa yelled fearfully. He took a gulp of his beer, with the stool still on top of him. Quatre lifted the stool off Trowa and placed it beside him.

"Trowa, I think you should go to sleep now." Quatre suggested. "You may sleep in my room."

"Thanx babe." Trowa said with a wobbly smile. Quatre smiled back.

"Anytime."

Trowa stumbled out of the kitchen and collapsed onto the nearby couch. He immediately fell asleep, snoring loudly. Quatre cleaned up the kitchen and turned off the kitchen light. He admired the wasted Trowa for a minute then went to his room to sleep.

----------- Next Morning ---------

"Trowa, wake up." Quatre said as he gently shook Trowa's shoulder. Trowa opened his eyes weakly and looked up at the blond infront of him.

"Where am I?" Trowa mummbled, his head was throbbing in pain.

"My house." Quatre answered. He turned around and pointed at a plate of eggs and bacon on the coffee table.

"I made you breakfast." Quatre said in an angelic voice. Trowa smiled. It seemed like just the thing Quatre would do.

"You shouldn't have." Trowa said quietly as he held his head. "Do you have any Aspirin or anything? I have a really bad head ache."

"Yeah, do you have a hangover?" Quatre asked. Trowa looked at Quatre confusingly.

"I don't drink..oh wait...yeah, I have a hangover." Trowa said as he realized what he had done the night before. Quatre smiled and kissed Trowa on the forehead. He left the living room into the kitchen. Trowa sat up and started to eat his breakfast.

Quatre returned shortly with a glass of water and a bottle of Aspirin. He sat next to Trowa and shook a few of the white pills out of it's bottle.

"Here." Quatre said as he handed the white pills to Trowa. Trowa swallowed the pills with the help of the water and smiled at his lover.

"Thank you." Trowa whispered. Quatre shook his head with modesty.

"No, I should thank you. Thanks for taking away all my beers and showing me how ridiculous I look when drunk. I'm sure if you didn't I would've started again." Quatre said cheerfully.

"Oh, it was no trouble at all," Trowa said as he finished his breakfast. He got up to wash the dishes but Quatre stopped him.

"You should get some more sleep." Quatre said as he took the plate from Trowa.

"No, I can handle," Trowa insisted.

"But I WANT to do it. You're always the one taking care of me, now it's my turn." Quatre said stubbornly. Trowa shrugged and handed the plate to Quatre, who smiled brightly and took the dirty dish back into the kitchen.

After washing the dishes Quatre watched Trowa sleep in his living room. He couldn't be more thankful to have a caring boyfriend like Trowa. Soon after, Quatre left to go to his next therapy session leaving Trowa to rest.

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"Good morning class," Hugh began with a sunny smile. "Today we're going to discuss when and why we started drinking. Often times, people try to drown their emotions in alcohol. Facing these emotional barriers is essential to recovering from a drinking addiction. Dorothy, why don't we start with you."

"I dunno, I guess I started drinking a few months ago. I saw my parents doing it so then I decided 'hey, why the hell not?'" Dorothy said with a shrug. Hugh furrowed his eyebrows in concern. It was a classic case of poor upbringing.

"Dekim?" Hugh asked, switching his attention onto the man seated beside Dorothy.

"It happened a year ago. I was always uncool and didn't fit in with the crowd. I mulled over it for months before I came up with a simple solution: Drinking! Drinking would solve my problems! And it has!" Dekim explained excitedly. Hugh shook his head in disappointment.

"Sorry Dekim, but I doubt anything in the world will ever make you cool." Hugh said smoothly. "Doktor S, why don't you tell us about why you started drinking?" He quickly added before Dekim could react.

"When I was 17. I drank some very good beer. I drank some very good beer I purchased with a fake ID. My name was Brian McGee. I stayed up listening to Queen, when I was seventeen. And that's when I got obsessed." Doktor S sang to the tune of 'A Very Good Year' by Frank Sinatra. Everyone gave him a confusing look.

"Okay...moving on...Heero?"

"I started to drink obsessively 2 years ago. I was out partying with my buds and I drank my first beer. It was good and fun that I just, well, continued." Heero paused. "And didn't stop"

"Lady Une?"

"I started to drink when I was February 19, the day my dear Trieze died." Lady Une said softly. "I'm going to plot revenge for you Trieze, I PROMISE!"

"Uuh. Quatre. When did you start drinking?" Hugh asked trying desperately to call attention off Lady Une's sudden mood swing.

"I started drinking uncontrollably 4 months ago." Quatre answered quietly.

"Why?"

"I don't know..." Quatre admitted slowly, not realizing until now that he had never questioned his habits.

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