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!
