AN: Before you read this chapter, it is important you read this first:

1. Getting your designated driver drunk is bad.
2. Getting as smashed as anyone in this chapter is bad.
3. Don't spike people's 7up.
4. Be cool. Stay in School.

Selphie walked across the room to where Quistis was trying to have a decent conversation with a drunk Rinoa and an equally, if not more, drunk Seifer. She looked back behind her to see if Squall was watching, which he wasn't. Probably still staring at Irvine.

"Perfect. Time for step one: Quisty Smash."

"What did you say Selphie?" Quistis asked, looking up at the little drunk girl.

"I asked if you would like a drink," she lied.

"Oh, thank you Selphie, I'd love one," Quistis replied happily. "But remember, I'm driving home, so no alcohol."

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of it," Selphie said walking away. Her voice dropped to below a whisper as she continued, "I wouldn't dream of not giving you alcohol." She smirked as she poured out some of the 7up from the can she just opened and then filled the rest up with vodka.

She smiled sweetly to Quistis as she handed her older friend the can. "I opened it myself, so there's not a speck of alcohol in it."

Quistis thanked her and took a sip of the pop. "Selphie, it tastes kinda funny."

"Oh, um … " Selphie thought as hard as one could in her drunk and hyper state, "Well, you see I opened it an hour ago, but the I decided that I wanted beer instead, so I had some."

Quistis shrugged, "Well I better not let this go to waste then, your cousin is paying for it."

"Ok," Selphie replied. She walked over to the chair opposite Squall was in and sat down. She brought her feet up on the cushions and hugged her knees together tightly to her chest, while watching Quistis drink the spiked 7up. "That's it," she whispered to herself, "drink up Quisty, drink up." Selphie repeated her process until she could hand Quistis a bottle of vodka and the girl still thought it was 7up.

"You know, Selphie," a now very smashed Quistis said, hugging her small friend with one arm, "you're my very best friend. And you know why you're my very best friend Selphie?"

"No, why?" an equally drunk Selphie asked.

"Because you brought me the best damn 7up in the world," she said taking another swig of her vodka.

Selphie giggled watching her friend drink. "Don't thank me, thank Squall."

"That's right, thank you Squall," Quistis shouted over at the brunet at the window. "We love you, man. Happy birthday."

Squall looked over at the pair of drunken girls at the sound of his name. He looked at Seifer and Rinoa who were both passed out on the floor. His eyes whipped back to Quistis, as soon as he realized part of what was going on. "Quistis are you drunk?" he asked, getting up and walking towards them.

"Nah," she replied then lost her balance and both her and Selphie fell to the floor giggling. "I haven't had any alcohol tonight. Not one speck."

"Then explain to my why you're holding a half empty bottle of vodka in your hand," Squall said helping the two girls up.

"It's 7up," she replied. "My very best friend Selphie has been bringing me 7up." She held the bottle up to her face and looked at it more closely. "Oh, would you look at that," she said, "it is vodka."

"Quistis, you're the one who was supposed to be driving us home, remember?"

"But how did I get vodka?" she asked herself, completely ignoring Squall. "Oh, Selphie?"

"Yes, very best friend Quistis?" Selphie replied.

"Did you spike my 7up?"

"Maybe," Selphie answered giggling.

"You did, didn't you?"

"Yes!" she finally admitted and both her and Quistis burst out laughing and fell to the floor again.

Squall was found glaring down at the pair on the floor when the door to the lounge opened. A very tired looking Irvine appeared and he stopped at the sight. For a second, he and Squall just stared at each other. It was Irvine who broke the silence. "That's your designated driver drunk on the floor isn't it?"

"It is," Squall replied, looking down at Quistis and Selphie, "apparently Quistis really likes her 7up." He pulled the bottle of vodka out of her hands, and held it up for Irvine.

Irvine looked up at Squall and smiled, "Selphie spiked it, didn't she?"

"Oh yeah."

When Irvine took the bottle empty bottle out of Squall's hand, their fingers brushed for a second and Squall turned away blushing. He guessed that Irvine was trying to clean up a little by the noise he was making.

"So it seems that the birthday boy is the only one who didn't get smashed."

"I guess," Squall replied. He finally got his blushing under control and turned back around.

"So are you sober enough to drive these guys home or do I have to pay for a cab or something?" Irvine asked, picking Selphie off of Quistis.

"Yeah. I'll drive."

"No," Selphie yelled, suddenly grabbing onto the fabric covering Irvine's chest. "No, he's drunker than everyone here combined. Don't listen to him, Irvy!"

"What?" Squall asked confused; even Irvine raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I only had one beer."

"Liar!" Selphie shouted pointing her finger at him, "he's lying, I saw him drink like twenty," she seemed to calm down a little as she continued, "and that's not including the shots he had."

"Selphie, I didn't have any shots," Squall said calmly.

Irvine looked at Selphie and then to Squall. Selphie was clearly making it all up, but once she put one of her crazy plans in motion there was nothing you could do to stop it. She would make sure of that; even if she was drunk. The only thing to do was to wait it out.

"Ok, Selph, clearly Squall is too drunk to drive," he said sarcastically, "what do you suggest we do?"

Selphie got this evil look in her eyes as she smirked at Irvine. He operation: matchmaker was going according to plan. Now it was time for step two: Alone Time.

AN: Ok, I know the fourth one really didn't have anything to do with the story but I decided to throw it in anyway. Hope you liked this chapter. Oh, and one more thing, I know the whole story seems to be focusing in more on Selphie than it does Squall, and I know it doesn't seem to be anything going on between the I & S, but don't worry. Its gunna happen more next chappy.