A Drunken Night
Matt and Mello stumbled into their room.
Matt fell on the floor. Mello laughed, bent over double, and feel right beside his friend. They both laughed like the drunken maniacs that they were.
'I can't believe... you hit... that DJ.' Matt said through wheezes.
'He was... playing a bad... song!' They rolled around, trying unsuccessfully to find a bed. Eventually they gave up.
'How many drinks did we have?' Matt asked.
'Come on! I can't even remember where we went!' They both started laughing again.
'Hey, weren't we supposed to do something tonight, when we were drunk?' Matt seamed to find a shred of memory from last night, but it wasn't enough to guess at what it was.
'We did something last night?' Mello had just managed to hoist himself up off the floor, and instantly fell back again.
'I don't know. Maybe we... uh...' But, try as he might, Matt just couldn't manage to remember. And, anyway, there were more important things than trying to remember. Things like finishing off the can of beer in his hand.
'Well, since you can't remember, I think I'm gonna...' Mello was trying to say wander aimlessly, but it came out a bit more like, 'wanbrrrra mlssl.'
Matt laughed. 'You go have fun wanbrrrra mlssl. If you can. I think I'll try to get up.' He pulled himself halfway, then slipped on a perfectly placed banana peal and feel back down.
It was a while before either of them managed to actually get off the floor, and by that time, Mello had forgotten all about wanbrrrra mlssl. They both went to sleep, completely forgetting the reason they had gotten drunk in the first place.