AN: I don't own Have a Drink on Me by AC/DC, though I do own a copy of the Back in Black CD.

Also, I need help deciding which story I should dish out next. Condor, Forged Identity, Green-Eyed Lady, or Blind Man's Bluff. Note that their names may be changed. Their descriptions are on my profile.


Party!

The entire Cooper Gang had showed up the parties that were being held at the Thunderbeak. Murray ended up bringing a keg, so it was an ominous sign that things were going to get wild. Juan had reluctantly agreed to control his cop instincts and prevent any urges of making someone 'wear their ass for a hat.'

"Hey Sly," Bentley said from across the poker table. "Mind getting me a beer?"

Sly got up from his seat and went over for the cooler, but something was tugging on his leg. Looking down, he realized that he a ball and chain shackled to his ankle. Everyone immediately broke into laughter.

But the girls' party wasn't as fun loving as they were trying to be.

"You call this a party?" Alexia wined.

"Shut up!" Penelope muttered.

"Where's the booze? Where's the fun?" Alexia asked. Everyone just about had it with her crap.

"You want booze?" Eliza snarled. "I'll shove a friggin' vodka bottle down your damn throat!"

"Girls, GIRLS!" Maria sighed. "I have this 101 bachelorette party activities book, we'll be able to have some fun. Here, this first activity, we'll need some nail polish and a summer squash…" Silently reading through the directions, her eyes quickly went wide, and she slammed the book shut and threw it over her shoulder. "Let's go see what the guys are doing," she said very quickly.

Entering Sly's bachelor party, Alexia quickly said, "Now this is a party!"

Juan stumbled up to the group, holding a bottle of beer and he slightly swaying, and oddly enough, he wasn't wearing any pants.

"Hey there!" he muttered, a stupid grin on his face.

"Are you drunk?" Maria asked her husband.

"I'm holding a beer bottle, there's a keg in the room, I'm not wearing any pants, my little girl is getting married…" he stated. "I'm plastered!"

Then ironically, a rock song came on the stereo. "This is my song!" Juan yelled.

Where's the gin and brandy? With be pretty handy

I'm trying to walk a straight line

I'm so immersed in cheap wine

Join ya for a drink boys?

We're gonna make a big noise

So don't worry about tomorrow

Take it today

Forget about the check

We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

I guess I'll have a phaeton

Or tequila white lightning

Yes, my glass is getting shorter

On whiskey and some water

So come on have a good time

And get blinded out of your mind

So don't worry about tomorrow

Take it today

Forget about the check

We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Gettin' stoned

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me!

Come on!

Gonna roll around

Gonna hit the ground

Take another swing

Have another drink

Gonna drink ya dry

Gonna get me high

Come on alibis!

Makin' noise

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Carmelita found Sly still playing poker with Panda King and Guru. Panda King hadn't divulged in the sake he had brought for the party from a trip to Japan. Guru vowed not to drink anything that would make one 'put a lampshade on their head and try to turn them self on.'

"Who's winning?" she whispered in his ear.

"Me," Sly replied. "So far Panda owes me two kilos of grade-A screaming mimi's, and Guru owes me three lessons on dreamtime."

"Mind if I borrow him for a while?" Carmelita asked the two bears across poker table.

They both nodded, mostly thankfully because they didn't want to owe their leader anything more. Carmelita then grabbed ly and yanked off to another room.

Sometime later, they returned (you fill in the blanks), only to find an unusual, but wild sight. Practically everyone was chanting "Chug, chug, chug…!" As Alexia was being held upside down and was drinking beer straight from the keg.

"This isn't gonna end well," Sly said, trying to fix his heavily messed up hair.

"I'll say!" Carmelita said. "Last time she chugged beer straight from a keg, she threw up on me boots three times."

"Well I definitely don't want to be here for that," Sly jokingly said.

"Neither do I," Carmelita replied, then after a long pause; "Closet?"

"You bet," Sly answered.

Then slowly, the two looked at each other, and then ran off.