Disclaimer: (sigh) I wish you would stop bugging me. It's killing my self-esteem.

Ara, Goddess of the broken: Wow, I can really tell who does and does not read the A/N's. Hahaha, I laugh!

Aussiesportstar: Oo, I will, don't worry about that. Absinthe, too I think. Hot Swiss boys, eh? (smiles)

Lady Nicole Potter: That is a very real possibility. Or Blackjack, same idea.

Dark Borg Drone: What are you confused about? Did I screw up some of the traits? If I did I'm sorry.

Oh, this is going to be fun…

3rd person for now.

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All of the girls and guys were strewn about the living room, asleep or passed out, not sure which for each of them. Aus was lying perpendicular on Legolas, her back resting on his stomach, empty rum bottle in hand. Eruanne had her head resting on Aragorn's chest, and his arm was around her. Both of these couples were on the floor.

Angie had her arms around Will's neck, sitting in his lap. He, in turn, had one around her back, and one under her legs, and leaning back against the arm of one of the couches. Sara had her arms around Paris's neck, and his arms were around her. He was lying on the other couch, and she was closer to the back of it.

Sergeant Keira and Ella were sleeping like puppies on a certain Gabriel Van Helsing. Ella had her legs on his, and was face up. Sergeant Keira was face down with one arm over his chest.

There were empty bottles of scotch, bourbon, whiskey, vodka, gin, wine (not many of these) rum, and one of absinthe, interestingly enough.

Let's see what happened last night, shall we?

4previous night, after they got home from the concert…

Legolas was the only one that was completely coherent. All the others were drunk as a skunk.

"VAN HELSING!" Sara shouted, then tipped over onto Paris's lap. Wait, Paris', Paris's, Pari… I don't know. Everybody laughed at her randomness.

"He ith hot." A voice slurred from the floor. That didn't really narrow down who said it, most of them were on the floor anyway. This gave Sara an idea. A drunk idea, but an idea nonetheless.

Rolling off of the couch, she hit the floor, and started laughing some more. She was able to get herself under control enough to type something on her laptop.

Van Helsing stood in the middle of the room, holding a bottle of absinthe. Can you guess what the only thing that gets Elves drunk is?

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I'm sorry for not updating for so long and for the short chapter. Don't hurt me!