Okay... some thanks to dole out: Thank you everybody for reviewing! I'm stopping with the personal Thanks, cause I'm not getting them... I think somebody is deleting them, so I'm just going to say thanks from now on. Anyways... This thing is not cooperating with me today... so Bold Pmeans that its in parantheses and the curses- originally they were stared out, but... that didn't work- are Bold C's.Thank you for understanding. Enjoy!


Chapter Three: Re- Hi- venue

Warning: Underage drinking.hence the Phiccups in the titleP

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I don't own anything from Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, then I think I'd know about it by now, don'tcha think?


"Remind me again why I'm here?" Alister drawled, watching an enraged Valon pace back and forth in front of him and Rafeal. There had been very few times that the redhead had seen Valon this upset before; the last time had been when someone had hung up his baby blanket which he still can't fall asleep without it in front of Mai Valentine's room. To put the entire past in a short summary- the fists had flown and Valon had ended up locked up in a closet to keep him from killing someone.

Beside him, Rafeal looked back down at the list of items Valon had told him to write down. Normally he wouldn't have bothered- Valon should write down his OWN lists- but the last time he had seen that look in the brunette's eye... no, better not go back to that... Among these items were:

1. Maple Syrup- the really sticky kind

2. Duct tape

3. Stew

4. Glitter

5. Nail polish

6. Donuts

7. Large case of Budweiser- very, very, very, very large.

With a list like that, it almost made you wonder what kind of disciplinary schools Valon had attended...

Speculation was kept to a minimum- not that Rafeal was one for quick thinking- as Valon had started to answer. "He must pay... Don't you want to get back at him!"

The brunette's blue eyes locked with Alister's gray eyes, daring him to say anything outside of 'Yes, Valon- whatever you say.' The redhead shrugged, "Well yeah, Valon- but what are we going to do with maple syrup for crying out loud?"

"Dunk his head in it. What else is that sugary CCCC for!"

Blink, blink. "Uh... okay..," Rafeal muttered, trying his best to ignore the curse his mother would use the classic soap punishment for every time he cursed as a kid, "What's the nail polish for then?"

The Australian snatched the paper out of the blond's hands and resumed his pacing. "Since you two pansies won't do anythin' till I explain every stinkin' item... Duct tape: mummifying material. Glitter: humiliation purposes. Nail polish: 'cause I fel' like it. Stew, Donuts and beer: I'm hungry and thirsty."

"You drink beer?"

"Don't you, Alister?" Valon countered, throwing the paper back in Rafeal's hands.

The redhead glanced from Valon to Rafeal, shrugged and replied, "Guilty." The blond's eyes widened in surprise- it was like learning your father was a serious alcoholic when all he's every drank in front of you was one glass of vodka and a small one at that- until he remembered where he was last Saturday night after losing to that pipsqueak duelist. PBlue Hound Paw booze wasn't bad, but the Red Devil's was better- if more expensive.P

"Thought so. Hey Rafeal- you're over twenty one, right?"

Rafeal nodded. No use to arguing- it was decided who'd get the beer now. "Do we have all these supplies here, or should I pick those up too?" he asked instead, tucking the paper into his jacket pocket.

Smiling as evilly as their employer was the day before although they didn't know that, really..., Valon kicked over a cardboard box, spilling its contents onto the floor. All but the food and beer was there. "Nah... just those snacks, if ya don't mind. Alister and I'll set up the trap while yer out. We'll get that white-haired SO CCCCCat 'bout five. Don't be late; we're not waitin'."

"I'll be back before then," the blond replied as he left. He didn't get much attention from the other two, as Alister was concentrating on the badly drawn diagram Valon had created.


Feeling much less paranoid than he was the day before, the white-haired SO CCCCCwas lounging in his chair, trying to ignore his pounding head. When the bartender said that a certain drink was going to throw you over the edge, he meant it. Or so Dartz had found out.

Suffering from the worst of all hangovers, it wasn't too much of a surprise that he didn't notice that one of the screens was fuzzy, then a total blank. Instead, he found staring at his beast's light in the sky much more entertaining and soothing to watch...


Enjoying the feeling of slapping duct tape over the camera's lenses, Alister slapped an unnecessary bit of the gray tape again. True, it shouldn't be able to see anything now... but... well- it's fun. "Done. You?"

Valon's eyes skimmed over the system of wires to various buckets and the such with an evil smile stretched over his face. "Yep. Let's go see if Rafeal's back yet- I'm thirsty."

"Sounds good to me," Alister replied.


"Thish ish goo'," Valon was beyond the point of sloshed. To his right, there was two Rafeal's sipping at a beer- slowly, the pansy- and on the other side was twin Alister. If only Mai was here... he could deal with two of her... "Wha' kind ish i'?"

Rafeal glanced down at the drunk brunette and then over at the equally drunk redhead. He knew he was going to regret this morning for a while- if Dartz didn't see to that, then when the sober and hung over Valon would. And if not Valon or Dartz- then Alister. Either which way, he knew he was going to get it the next day. "Budweiser- just like you asked for, Valon."

"I' sh goo'..," he repeated. "Wha' time ish i', Alis'e?"

On the other side, the redhead cracked open an eye, instantly slamming it shut as the light bored its way through to the back of his head. Ouch. He lifted a very, very, very heavy arm up as high as he could towards his face and once again tried to see beyond the back of his eyelids. Nope. Not happening.

"Don' kno'," Alister replied, letting the lead arm fall. Ugh... this was why drinking was bad. "Y'u, Raf'al?"

"About... five," the blond answered. It was a blessing that he still had control over his hand-eye coordination skills, because Valon tried to jump to his feet, and predictably overbalanced. He was spared having an even more awful headache the next day as Rafeal had caught him. Sort of.

Valon struggled to his feet, and once again tried out his shot coordination skills as he tried to kick out at Alister... and succeeded in falling over after knocking over empty Budweiser bottles. "Wa'e up, Alis'e! We hav'ta ge' Da'tz!"

Alister moaned and slowly shook his head. "Do I hav'ta o'en my eyes...?"

"YESH! Are wesh men o' a'e we MISHE Ptranslation: Mice!P"

Glad that Valon's struggling skills wasn't up to par at the present, Rafeal wrestled the Australian back to the ground. "Valon- you really aren't in any condition to move around."

"Rafe'l- pleashe don' yell in my e'r..," Valon moaned, waving a hand in Rafeal's face. In turned out that the blond couldn't avoid the hand and hold onto the brunette at the same time, so he let him go. "Le'sh go!" By pure luck he got to his feet and started to walk down the hallway... predictably running into a wall.

Alister, meantime, sighed and struggled to his feet. Eyes narrowed to slits and feeling rather nauseous, he followed after Valon... also running straight into a wall. Oh boy, Rafeal gathered his two drunk friends under his arms and started to drag them- forget about trying to lead them anywheres now- towards where Valon- when he had been sober, but dying for the beer- had pointed out the trap. I really am going to regret this...


Dartz turned around another corner, eyes carefully searching around for the three teenagers. Crumpled up in his hand was a very wrinkled up piece of paper. and no, not all of the wrinkles came from being rudely crunched up in one hand. It seems that his three employees had let Valon try to fold a piece of paper in half again. Fools. Unbelievably, there was about fifteen different creases that Valon had created before either Rafeal or Alister took it out of his hands and folded it themselves.

When will they ever learn?

Never, Dartz answered for himself. No one was down here, although there was- for whatever reason- quite a few wires hanging off the walls and ceilings. Funny, he didn't order anyone to change the wiring... Never mind. Not important. With a sigh he strode down as fast as he could- might as well get this little 'meeting' with those stupid duelists over with.


"Hic. Hic. Hic. Hic." This had been going on for the past... five minutes. Knowing full well that Valon would kill him if he had let Dartz escape the trap because of Alister hiccuping, Rafeal had unslung the redhead and propped him up against a wall as best as possible. Which, considering that the floor was, for whatever reason, always nice and slippery and that the walls had that sort of annoying quality as well, wasn't too easy. As of now, the redhead was more or less sprawled out over the floor.

It was too bad that the blond didn't have a camera- he could blackmail the two of them for forever.

Valon was leaning against the wall, face screwing up in annoyance at every hiccup coming from the drunken Alister. "Fo' the lothe o' migth,translation: For the love of might" he muttered, swaying uneasily around to glare down at the redhead, "Cou' you shuth him upth?" Losing his balance, his shoulder slammed into the wall and he slid to the floor. "Wa'e me up in the mo'ning... mummy..."

Rafeal glanced between the two of them and shook his head. It was times like these- fortunately they were pretty rare- that Rafeal wondered whether the two of them had enough to drink... Bending over, he shook Valon 'awake,' which meant that he got a glare and a mumbled curse. "I wan'ta slee'..."

"Do you want to get Dartz back or not, pansy?" Rafeal growled- enough of all this, using the insult that would surely wake Valon up. Hopefully.

His hopes were rewarded, as the brunette's blue eyes narrowed and he tried to straighten up... with no avail. Inwardly smiling, the blond helped the brunette back up and placed the string in his hand. "Well, go on!" Rafeal gestured to the string, trying to get the brunette from glaring at him. Plus, if Valon pulled the string, then Rafeal wouldn't immediately be placed under blame of what would surely befall Dartz...

"Pan'y my sh," Valon muttered, barely staying up on his feet long enough to pull the string. Buckets clanged and cries were heard from around the corner. "THE MISH WINTH AGAIN!" With everything done and said for, the Australian passed out, falling heavily against Rafeal. Deciding that this would be the worst time to hang around for Dartz to find him, Rafeal slung Valon over his shoulder and picked Alister back up. As fast as he could he headed back for Valon's room, where- ironically, the least bits of incriminating evidence was. Plus the beer.


Dartz, meanwhile, stared down at the mess of the newly cleaned floors, feeling an old disgust surge through his system. Alister wasn't the only neat freak- Dartz was one of the worst in the book. And this mess... Grrr.. WHO WAS GOING TO CLEAN THIS UP!

And his robe- forget it. The edges will never hang like they used to over his shoes ever again... EVER! With a 'Hmpth!' the white-haired man turned around and headedback to his office, where he could order one of the employees to clean the mess up. It would take them awhile to clear that mess up with all of those syrups, feathers and glitter... And, knowing Valon, they'd probably get doused in the stuff from some fight or another.

With a smile, he unslung the mike to the overhead system to get all three of them on the job immediately. It was certainly a good thing that it was only the edges of his robe that got messed up- otherwise he'd have to burn the whole thing.


So you see that underage drinking is bad. If you can't fulfill your plans of revenge while you're intoxicated, why bother? Oh, and thank you for understanding. I'm going to try and see what I can do than just bold P's and C's. Anyways... Please review!