A/N: Okay, after a long stay in mental clinic, I am up and ready to update. Thank you to who gave us the idea for this chappie. Also, I was thinking, why on earth have I been keeping this at PG level? It's a T rated fic! Therefore, I'm taking this lovely chapter to PG-13. Also, I wanted to try a different type of format. You'll see what I mean in a moment. So just sit back-Toast, put that pitchfork away! -And enjoy.

Disclaimer: None of us own anything. If we did, we'd all be in jail by now.

4.Intoxicated

Artemis: stumbles into class and looks around they've found me. I ave to leave the country.

Teacher: Have you been drinking?

Artemis: hides whisky bottle Noooooooooooooooooo.

Teacher: Well, we do have a test today.

Artemis: I KNOW! And I was so looking forward to taking it. But, I must leave the county. Stumbles out of class

Teacher: Finally! I'm rid of him!

-Five minutes later-

Artemis: Falls into car Go, Butler, go!

Butler: Artemis, your drunk.

Artemis: Yep. I em. Now go! Gulps down whisky

Butler: Starts driving

Artemis: Looks at Butler and takes another gulp Yah know Bulter, I neva noticed 'ow manly ya are. Purrs

Butler: Umm…that's very…nice of you to say…Artemis.

Artemis: Yah know Bulter, meh burthdey es comin' up soon Winks

Butler: Shudders Artemis, how much whisky have you had?

Artemis: Umm…Three.

Butler: Three glasses?

Artemis: No, you hot stood, you! Three boatels. Gulps whisky

Butler: Maybe you should lay off the whisky.

Artemis: Kiss me, Bulter.

Butler: That's very…uh…flattering, Artemis. But…I'm not gay. Plus you're my employer.

Artemis: Then I order you to kiss me!

Butler: Uhh…No! Starts sweating

Artemis: Yar right. M'sorry.

Butler: Sighs in relief

Artemis: Lets make love instead!

Butler: Jumps out of the car and runs away screaming

Artemis:-censored- tease!

Holly: Artemis, I just realized I'm desperately in love with you!

Artemis: Well, I don' cur!

Holly: But I love you! Kisses him passionately Artemis, your drunk.

Artemis: Pess off!

Holly: Bursts into tears Artemis, you have a problem.

Artemis: Yah know wa? I don' car! Ples I 'ate you.

Holly: Runs away sobbing

Artemis: Bitch.

A/N: I am so sorry about this! Why of why did I let you idiots talk me into this? (Runs away to write Arty/Holly stories)

Lee's Note: Hey, don't her Dad and Grandmother read this stuff?

Toast's Note: You know, she's a real Arty/Holly shipper. We need to do something about that. (Sharpens pitchfork) we'll have her update when she gets out of the hospital. Oh, and review!