:Consequences:

She had let him go. It was only a party; it wasn't that big of a deal. He said he'd be back by 11 sharp, he promised her actually, and everyone knows that Mu La Flaga is a man of his word. Of course this wasn't that big of a deal when the clock let a 5 minute warning bell go off. She knew he'd walk into the door the second the clock hit 11. It again, wasn't that big of a deal when the clock struck 11. Any second now, he'd barge through the door, scaring her half way of her skin in the process, and then she'd scold him lightly for being so short for time. It was starting to become a problem when it turned to 11:30 and then 12:00. When the clock was creeping up on the 12 that was when Murrue slipped into her shoes and made the walk down the street a few houses, walking her way up the stairs to the front porch. Mu had found himself at his and Murrue's good friends' house. Murrue knew that Tim's wife Rebecca was busy trying desperately to pick the guys up and set them straight inside the house, so she just let herself.

"Murrue!" The young brunette yelled over to Murrue as she walked over to her, blue eye's flashing.

"I'm so glad to see you!" She exclaimed as the two women embraced each other warmly.

"So, where are the guys?" Murrue asked while laughing, she was starting to realize why Mu was most likely late, she could see at the way Becca's face was twisted into a laughing smile that she was making fun of the drunken men most likely residing somewhere in her house.

"Downstairs, imagine, right where the pool table and bar is. They're probably all passed out by now, I'd advise against using the bathroom as well. They'll be needing it shortly," The two laughed at this, then Murrue thought about the last time she had to take care of Mu while he was hung over. Well, they were both hung over, but Murrue wasn't quiet as bad.

"Well then I guess it's time for me to drag Mu home," Murrue smiled as Becca led the way to the basement.

"Wow, it's in better shape then I thought," Becca stated, shining eyes slightly widened. Nothing was broken, and there weren't any bottles lying around.

They were right about the guys being out cold though. They looked peaceful though, some of them lying on the couch, others on the floor, but not in a "to drunk to stand" kind of manner, just sleeping, that is until someone needs to get up and run to the bathroom.

"I see Mu, I think I'll try and wake him up," Murrue smiled as she moved over to the couch where Mu was lying peacefully while Becca went over to her husband Tim.

"Hey, Mu, wake up, you're late!" She playfully poked at him, she watched as his eyelids fluttered open.

"Eh, Murrue? What are you doing over here?" He spoke slowly, trying not to let his words slur.

"You do know that it's going on 12:30, right?"

He shot up from the couch a little to fast as everything started to spin and he fell into her.

"That late, already? I'm sorry, I said 11,"

She held her hand up to stop him before he began again. "It's alright, but, we do need to go," She answered as she helped him off the couch and up the stairs. Becca was with Tim getting him a glass of water in the kitchen.

"Hey, Becca, thank you for keeping Mu under control up until now," She called out to Becca with a wink.

"Hey, no problem, Murrue, anytime, but the next time these boys decide to break lose and party, it's gonna be in your house,"

"Of course," Murrue laughed as she linked her arm with Mu's and pulled him along out the front door.

Once the door shut behind them Murrue was glaring at Mu.

"You worried me, Mu, you promised 11," She said disappointedly.

"Well, I was on my way up the basement stairs around 10:50, but then-

"Then what?" She urged as they continued to walk, Mu leaning into her lightly for support.

"Then I passed out and fell down the stairs,"

"MU!" She exclaimed, worry evident in her tone.

"Don't worry; the guys said I made a soft landing, right on top of Tim,"

"You're gonna get yourself hurt you know, then what would I do? You know I worry about you all the time, Mu," She stopped when they reached the front door; Mu gripped her chin lightly with his fingers and made her eyes meet his.

"You worry too much," He brought her face closer until their foreheads were touching. Their lips were just about to meet until Mu abruptly stopped, causing Murrue's eyes that had slid shut to open again.

"Can we finish this later? I think I'm gonna ralf," He finished as he bolted through the front door and into the bathroom.

Murrue let out a laugh and walked through the door and closed it behind her, idly making her way into the kitchen to get him a glass of water and make him a piece of toast. He came out of the bathroom about 5 minutes later, plopping himself heavily down in a kitchen chair, the water and toast in front of him. Murrue slid over and let her hands rest on his shoulders, working out the kinks as he sat.

"I've forgotten how bad it sucks after you get drunk," He sighed as he poked at his toast absent mindedly.

"You knew the consequences," She smiled, but he didn't see, and she wouldn't let him know.

"Next time I get drunk like that, you're coming with me. If one of us has to suffer, then so should the other," he tilted his head back and smirked up at her.

She leaned down and kissed him on the lips, intensifying it as it went on. Then suddenly her eyes snapped open.

"Oh, ew, you were just sick, gross," She grabbed his glass of water and downed it quickly.

Mu let out a laugh, but it didn't last ling, before he knew it he was standing up again, ready to run.

"Oh, shit,"

It was then Murrue's turn to laugh as she watched his retreating figure run from the kitchen and slam the bathroom door shit tight behind him. It was going to be a long night, for him at least.


:I felt the need to write this. Feel free to drop a request xD