Yusuke smirked. "Or we can go to a club for supper and get drunk as Hell!"
"I vote clubbing!" Yue declared, raising one hand from Jin's shoulder.
Jin grabbed it and kissed her palm. "Wha' is clubbin'?" he asked.
She smiled, replying, "It's when you go to a place where there's a bunch of people dancing, drinking, or eating."
"Ah vote fo' clubbin', too! It soun's fun!"
Kurama agreed. "It's four to two. No matter what you choose, Hiei, Kuwabara, we're going."
"I don't have to go anywhere!" Hiei objected.
Yue smirked. "Bet'cha can't beat me in a drinking contest, Hiei-chan…" she challenged.
He bristled up at the suffix that she added to his name. "You're on! No baka on'na is going to out-drink me!"
They got dressed in clubbing clothes which Yue had to help Jin while still staying within his boundaries of comfort. (meaning no collars!) Then they all headed toward Club 3-strikes.
Two hours later, Hiei and Yue were still at it after 23 tequilas, 15 beers, 10 whiskeys, 8 rums, and 5 moonshines each. (I realize that no human can possibly have that much to drink, but hey, my story, my torture- I mean, rules! Yeah that's it…)
"Damn… ye can really hol' ye liquor!" Jin declared, quite impressed.
She grinned, saying, "Yup! Winner at all the parties I've gone to for three years in a row!"
Everyone could see that the alcohol was beginning to take its affect on her and Hiei was starting to feel a bit sick, his face turning green. But they refused to give up.
In the end, Yue won but only because when Hiei fled to the trash can for obvious reasons, she finished his drink.
"I win!" she declared, pumping her fist in the air and upper-cutting Yusuke, who was drunk but not so much as Yue or Hiei. He flew through the air and crashed onto the stage of the band.
Yue stared at his fallen form before giggling, "Oopsy!"
Jin moved closer to her and caught her in an embrace as she started to fall. "Per'aps we should dance for one song an' then go 'home…" he laughed.
She smiled and hugged him to her closely. "'Kay!"
"Ye act like me when yer drunk, lass!" he announced, laughing harder while hugging her back.
She laughed back. "Ah'm not drunk! Ah'm 'appy!" she shouted in an almost flawless Irish accent.
He just laughed harder. "Ye ev'n soun' like me!"
So they went onto the dance floor as a slow song came on. And they danced closely. Ever so closely…
By the end of the song, the two had stopped moving and started making out feverishly, hands gripping each other's shoulders tightly, nails clawing at their shirts. But Yusuke, who began to sober up after being hit, and Kurama, who didn't drink any alcohol, ripped them apart and dragged the two outside by their shirts. It was time to go home.
Just to tell you all, I've never been drunk, clubbing, or anything!