Pepperfan1: Thanks! I'll be sure to PM you if I'm stuck... You're Asexual too? That's a relief. Most people don't believe me when I say I'm not interested. Especially my friend who's trying to hook me up with her cousin. Like, just because I call someone cute doesn't makes me interested! And I've been like this since elementary school, only realizing what I am in middle school.

Egyptiandude990: Ah that, dude, was Kole snapping into more pieces. She threatened Herald and attempted to harm him.

Sabbs123: They even feel like that when she isn't powered up...

Jericho is NOT in this chapter again. But the story is about them arguing over him. I didn't say he was going to be there.

Jericho's gone away for some 'business'.

Whatever that is...

So, if the other two household members were to get into a fight, no one would stop them from killing each other.

Herald walked into the living space.

Kole was sitting on the couch in pink shorts and a white blouse, listening to music.

"I'm sexy and I know it..."

Herald shook his head and opened the fridge.

"Crazy stalker bitch." He took out a bottle of water.

Since the day Kole attempted to kill him, nothing's changed.

Well actually, Herald keeps a bat under his bed now.

Kole changed the song. "Baby let me love you down. There's so many ways to love ya."

She was even doing a little dance on the couch.

But there was something in her hand.

What's in her hand?
Herald peered over at it.

Looks like a bottle.

He walked closer.

Liquor.

She took a swig, Then she pressed two fingers to the pulse in her neck.

"Oh... That burns."

He's now standing behind the couch. "Where did you get a liquor bottle from, whore?"

Seriously, he didn't see it in her suitcase when he checked for weapons.

She looked up at him. "Leave me alone... I miss Jericho."

"He sure don't miss you." She deadpanned. "Have fun getting wasted."

He was hoping she gets so drunk that he could push her out the window and they'll say she did it to herself while intoxicated.

"I'm not gonna get potted. I can hold liquor more than an average sailor. I bet you'll get drunk at first sip, you disgrace of a man."

Go Kole! That's exactly how you pressure someone into doing crazy shit. *Sarcasm*

He frowned. "You're gonna get drunk. I'll give you about 10 minutes."

"Oh yeah, and I bet you'll get drunk in 2 minutes flat."

"I can hold liquor better than you."

"Bring it."

"Brought." He grabbed the bottle.

Hooray for peer-pressure! *Sarcasm*

2 bottles later.

They were both so drunk that they forgot they were drinking.

"Hey dumb aaass, I have a bottle in my hand! When d-da-did it ge' hurr?" Kole said, her words slurring.

Herald folded his arms and raised an eyebrow under his mask.

He didn't look the slightest intoxicated, but he was DRUNK.

"What?" He asked.

He barely heard a word she said.

Kole took another swig.

"Ay, wa-weren't weee betting?"

He raised his eyebrow again.

He couldn't comprehend anything that came out her mouth.

Kole shook her head. "Let's play a game."

Herald shrugged. "Whatever."

She fell off the couch, stood up, fell back down, stood up, then stuck to crawling.

"I'll be right back."

He shrugged again. "Whatever."

He took up her Mp3 player and pulled the headphones out.

He started looking through her plylist.

"Crap... Sucky... Someone needs to kill her... Where's the funk?... Ew... Whore music... Shit... More crap... Bearable."

He found one 'bearable' song on her player.

But he'll never sing this Rihanna song out loud... When he's sober.

Too bad he's buzzed.

"Chest to chest. Nose to nose. Palm to palm. We were always just that close. Wrist to wrist. Toe to toe. Lips that felt just like the inside of of a rose. So how come when I reach out my fiiiingeeeer. It feels like more than distance betweeeen us. In this California king b-"

He was cut off by Kole's annoying giggle.

And he was putting so much power into that.

She was holding a camera and laying flat on the floor.

"You r-recorded me?" He stuttered.

She nodded.

He jumped up and tried to chase her dragging form, but he fell flat on his ass.

"Ugh. You won, whore."

She laughed and rolled around on the floor.

The she started laughing uncontrollably for no reason.

He doesn't really do laughing... when he's sober.

He started laughing like a maniac.

Kole stopped laughing.

"You know I hate you, right?"

Herald stopped laughing too.

"Oh, yeah... You're hated too."

She grinned. "That's fuck- frea- fu- fucking awesome!"

"I thought we had a contest to see who was drunk?"

Kole nodded.

"I'm not as drunk as you." Herald pointed out.

Then he fell back.

"We gotta calcu-le-late." Kole reminded him.

"How so?"

She ushered him closer.

He sat up and leaned over.

She whispered something.

"Ew... I'm not a slut like you!" He laughed.

Kole rolled her eyes. "Blah!"

She looked around. "When is Jericho coming back?"

Herald had to really think it over.

"Uhhh, um, I think he said yesterday.. Oh, that doesn't make sense... Tomorrow? I think it was 2 days. I don't know."

She nodded. "Well I wanna get Jer-I-cho in the sack."

Herald hiccuped. "You nooky everyone."

"I didn't ni-nooky you, dumb ass."

"Good. I'm not ready to die of something."

She sat up. "Huh?"

"You're a dirty tramp, so I might g-" He forgot he was talking and reached over for the bottle of booze.

Kole played with the camera. "I need to do something with this."

Herald put the bottle down. "Then let's play a game."

She gasped in remembrance. "That's why I brought it!"

"What are we playing?"

She smirked.

I'm not sure why I decided to get them drunk...

What do you think Kole's idea was?