"Is He Drunk or Not!"
By Madame Maya
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Yay! I can drabble! LOL! You know the drill: Read and review!
Drabble One hundred words on the dot. No more, no less.
Words in my drabble: 100 on the dot! ...Damn, it's HARD, lol!
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Kenren was drunk. Again.
'This is getting old,' though Konzen, who had been vouchsafed the sight of the drunken general stumbling into his office and bellowing an 'I love ya, man!' before passing out on the floor. Great. Now he had six feet of god to contend with.
He finally shrugged and went back to his paperwork. 'Maybe he'll pass off as a rug.'
Stamp the paper, flip the paper.
Stamp the paper, flip the paper.
Stamp the paper, jerk back in shocked fury and punch Kenren in the gut.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU KISS ME!"
Kenren just laughed.
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Well? Lol!
