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Faolen had his arm around Galinda's waist as they strode calmly toward the group; they had to make this as convincing as possible.
"Hey, sorry about that, guys, I was just checking if my…stove was…on." Said Faolen.
Boq's eyebrows furrowed as he noticed Faolen's arm around Galinda.
"So, you guys going out?" He asked nonchalantly.
Galinda glanced at the man next to her.
"Yes, yes we are, Biq! Thanks for asking!"
Faolen could see the Munchkin's eye twitch ever so slightly.
Ahh, he likes her.
He pulled her a little closer to him; it gave him a bitter satisfaction.
You get my first chair; I get the girl of your dreams. I think that's pretty fair.
He smirked, "Hey, how about we get to know each other better. Who's up for drinks?"
"Count me in!"
"Fiyero…I don't trust you with alcohol." Said Elphaba.
"You know, that sounds fun!" Squealed the Pink one.
"Eh, why not?" Said Boq with a shrug.
"Boq!"
Nessa slapped Boq.
"Hey!"
"Drinking is a terrible vice!"
"You know what rhymes with vice?" Asked Fiyero, "Nice! Let's go for drinks! To the Beer Box!"
Elphaba rolled her eyes as the six college students headed toward the bar.
As they sat down around their table, Fiyero decided he would try and impress Elphaba with alpha male dominance.
"Hey, Faol, how about a test of strength?"
"What do you mean?"
"You and me, right here, right now."
"We're going to wrestle?"
"Fiyero! You just met him and you want to beat him up?" Scolded Nessa.
"No, no, just an arm wrestle. Come on, it'll be fun!"
Get ready to get pwned. Thought Fiyero.
"Wait, let's make it interesting. Left hands first." Said Faolen with a sly smile.
"Sure man, doesn't make a difference." Said Fiyero as he kissed his arms.
Elphaba rolled her eyes again as Faolen smiled, he was a lefty, but wasn't about to tell anyone that. The two locked arms.
"Ready? Go!"
Fiyero then started pushing with all his might, but being a righty, his left arm just didn't have enough strength. Faolen held his arm in place, and when the Winkie finally stopped pushing, he slammed Fiyero's hand onto the table.
"Phff, right hands now." Grumbled Fiyero.
The two locked arms again.
"Go!"
Faolen tried his strategy of holding his arm still again, but his right arm was no match for Fiyero's. The Prince slammed the Blond's hand down in nine seconds.
Fiyero grinned as he turned to look at Elphaba.
"What? You want a cookie or something? Go back to your testosterone battle." She said with a laugh.
"Everything I do, I do for you!" Sang Fiyero with a grin.
Galinda pouted.
Uh oh, don't look! Oh no, I looked! If she asks for something now…Thought Faolen.
"Well that's one for Faoly, and one for Fiyero! You guys need one more match!" Said Galinda as she continued to pout.
"Uh, so…what, both hands now?" Suggested Fiyero.
"No wait, how about a drinking contest?" Said Faolen.
"Sounds good! I'm pretty thirsty anyways."
"What do you say, you want in Boq?"
"Count me in."
"Boq!"
Nessa slapped Boq again.
"Ow! Stop that! Use your words, Nessa!"
"What did I say about drinking?"
"Nessa, you're such a party pooper." Interjected Elphaba.
"Me? Look who's talking, Miss I'd rather study before go to a dance at the Ozdust!"
"Bartender? Give us four bottles of rum, and three shot glasses!" Yelled Fiyero above the bickering of the two sisters.
The bartender went over and gave them their glasses while muttering something along the lines of, "Damn kids…" under his breath.
"Alrighty then!" Said Boq as he poured himself a shot.
"One."
Fiyero poured himself one, drank it, and poured himself another.
"Two."
Faolen did the same, but with the number of shots adding up to three. Then Munchkin did the same, with the number of shots adding up to four. This continued until they were back at Fiyero at shot number thirty seven.
"T-thirty…eight…" Slurred Fiyero.
Faolen moaned as he took the bottle and with shaky hands poured himself another shot.
"Uh…twenty…"
"Thirty-nine, dear." Corrected Galinda.
"Right, *hic*… thirty…"
"Nine."
"Thirty-nine." Slurred Faolen as he slug the rum down his throat.
Boq was turning greener than Elphaba as he poured himself his shot.
"F-fourty…zero…" He mumbled as he tried to drink his shot.
But the Munchkin could take no more; he promptly threw up on his shoes before passing out.
"Well, he's out." Said Elphaba as she wrinkled her nose.
Fiyero let out a groan of pain as he picked up the bottle.
"Fourty…something…" He mumbled, "I-*hic* I don't wanna *hic* do this…anymore…" The Prince slurred, but he drank his shot anyways.
Faolen tried to clean his glasses as Galinda poured his shot for him.
"Orange…fifty-two…" He mumbled incoherently as he downed his shot glass.
"Hut hut!" Yelled Fiyero as he suddenly drank two more.
"No…more…" whimpered Faolen as he put the glass to his lips.
"Maybe you two should stop." Suggested Galinda.
"I don't want to *hic* drink no more…" Slurred Fiyero.
"Alright, if even Fiyero doesn't want to drink any more, this has been going on for far too long." Said Elphaba firmly.
Stormy grey eyes met ocean blue ones as they glared at each other drunkenly. Neither man wanted to keep drinking, but because of their male pride, neither would back down.
Then the alcohol decided to come back up.
Fiyero's eyes widened as he doubled over and threw up, Faolen started giggling highly until his own stomach turned on him and he, himself threw up. He fell backwards in his chair and curled up into a ball. Galinda bent over him concernedly as she tried to help him help, but Faolen remained on the ground, starting into Galinda's azure blue eyes.
Maybe it's the alcohol talking, but Galinda looks…great… Thought Faolen drunkenly to himself as he felt a giddy smile etch its way onto his face.
Galinda looked behind her to see Elphaba trying to calm down the fuming bartender, as he tried to shove a mop and bucket into her hands. Nessa was trying to waken an unconscious Boq, while Fiyero was lying in his vomit singing show tunes. Galinda looked back to the drunk blond on the floor, he was also covered in vomit, but he was staring directly at her, smiling rather stupidly.
Well, if he's that drunk, he won't remember this. She thought as she leaned forward and kissed him.
Faolen, even in his drunken state, was shocked at Galinda kissing him, but he didn't pull away.
"Faolen?"
He opened his mouth to say something, but then doubled over and threw up again.
"It wasn't that bad was it?" Whined Galinda.
"Galinda, Nessa, we better get out of here." Said Elphaba as she helped Fiyero to his feet.
Nessa pulled Boq onto her lap and wheeled herself out the door. Elphaba half dragged, half carried Fiyero out of the bar, and finally Galinda, although she was pretty much carrying the 165 pounds of dead weight, also managed to exit the bar.
Did I leave the blue stove on…stove…hot…blue…Galinda has blue eyes…they're hot. Like the stove…did I leave the blue stove on? Stove…hot…blue…Galinda has blue eyes…
Thought the drunk Blond as he felt someone dragging him.