17. Intoxicated
By: Fury's Footsteps
Word Count: 508. Eight more words than allowed! A bonus!
Rating: T. Language.
Notes: By my time, it will be 2007 in exactly fifty minutes. Yusuke's partying. P Drinking and driving is bad. That's why Kurama is his designated driver. –snicker-

Kurama was feeling rather…well, irritated. And slightly embarrassed. Not to mention pissed and annoyed as hell.

Damn, but Yusuke was really hard to hold up.

Well, Kurama wasn't really holding him up. He was really half dragging, half helping him stand. It didn't help that Yusuke was attempting to walk on his own, but was only managing a drunken swagger.

…which didn't surprise Kurama at all, considering Yusuke was extremely drunk.

"I don't understand," Kurama seethed through clenched teeth, "how you can get this drunk. Your tolerance is practically legendary."

Yusuke hiccupped and waved the hand that wasn't around Kurama's shoulders in what was supposed to be a dismissive gesture, but rather made him look like he was swatting a fly. "I had lots to drink, 'Rama! Huzzah!"

Kurama grunted. "I imagine," then proceeded to adjust his hold on his friend.

This in turn caused Yusuke to start giggling rather hysterically. Kurama winced as his companion shrieked and pushed away, insisting that Kurama was tickling him. The agitated redhead merely snarled, heaved Yusuke back to him again, and proceeded to complain sourly under his breath about idiotic carrot-tops who couldn't come pick Yusuke up because they had a date.

Kurama was certainly going to make sure Kuwabara didn't have a pleasant few days after this ordeal. Kurama naturally hated attracting unwanted attention to himself.

As if suddenly remembering his earlier comment, Yusuke poked Kurama in the side and complained belatedly, "Hey, I am not drunk!"

Kurama ignored him and, with a breath of thanks, wrenched open the backseat door of his car and shoved Yusuke in, pretending not to hear his shrill protests.

The redhead had one hell of a time getting Yusuke up the stairs. The former Tantei had decided that the stairs looked extremely comfortable, and persisted in trying to stop and plop down. This simply caused Kurama to swear under his breath and continue dragging Yusuke up the stairs.

The door to Yusuke's apartment was thrust open as the two teens practically tumbled into the room. Kurama groaned as he helped Yusuke onto the couch and then stood up to stretch. He gave his friend a tired glance and headed towards the kitchen, which housed the coffee machine.

"Oi, I hope some of that's for me!" Yuuske hollered from the living room, where the noise from the machine was clearly heard. Kurama poked his head around the wall and replied, "No, it is not for you. It's all for me, because you're the one who called Kuwabara, who called me, who made me come and pick you up from the bar at one-thirty in the morning. I'm using up the rest of your coffee as repayment. It's not easy dragging you a block when you're completely plastered—don't get up from the couch!"

Yusuke struggled to his feet and took an unsteady step sideways. "I'm not plastered!" He insisted vehemently, shakily walking forward.

And proceeded to walk right into the doorframe.

Kurama snickered, but Yusuke's own curses drowned out any chance he had of hearing it.

Quick A/N: Hark! A drabble! Happy New Year everyone! This is my...um...New Years present. Yeah. Oh, and chapter 2 of Erro Proditio was everyone's kinda belated Chrismahanukwanzakah present, so ya'll should meander over and read it. P

See you in the new year!

-Fury