Chapter 2: Drunken Singing and Drama, Oh Joy (Part I)

Friday Night – After Dinner –

"You have booze?"

"Yep."

"You intend to share, Nine?"

"Of course, it's lame to drink by yourself. It's common sense, King."

"King, I thought you were responsible." Queen scolded.

"Same with you, Queen. I didn't think-" He retorted.

"Will you stop mentioning that?" Ace groaned. Obviously the moment was still fresh in his mind.

"What? It's the highlight of Nine's evening." King smirked.

"Why do I tell you everything?" Nine complained.

"Because it's bros befo-"

"DON'T SAY IT." Cater hissed, jerking her head in the direction of Queen. The said regal girl was glaring at her "royal counterpart", who merely shrugged his shoulders in slight apology.

"Ahem, back to the story." Kurasame commanded.

And so the best friends took a couple of shots together. Soon, Jack, who could never refuse a good friend, joined them and they toasted for luck – to get the entirety of Class Zero to drink with them.

At least five minutes later, Jack vanished – only to come back, dragging Trey. Nine had grinned upon seeing Trey's scowl.

"Goodie two shoes." Nine teased.

"Bane of our class's existence." The bow-wielder replied seriously.

"Oh come on, Trey. Lighten up." Jack slammed the former's back, causing the blond bow-wielder to lurch forward and glare at the cheery katana-user.

And after loads of peer pressure, immature name-calling and a few not-so-well aimed punches, Trey was taking shots with them. And the quartet laughed at crude jokes.

"Hey, I should get a piece of Sice, shouldn't I?" Nine barked.

King merely stared. If it hadn't been for his sense of friendship toward the other, Nine would have found himself with a bullet lodged between the eyes. Nine knew that King was fond of Sice, but joked around anyway.

"And do what? The sixty-nine position?" Jack joked.

"The what?" Deuce interrupted upon awakening.

Everyone uncomfortably coughed. No one had the heart to tell her. She was just too innocent.

"And I'll be leaving the next few lines of the conversation out, sir." King replied, glancing between Trey, Nine and Jack. The former three nodded in agreement.

"Should I ask why?" Kurasame sighed.

"I'd prefer you not, sir." The King of Class Zero answered sternly.

"Good. Carry on," said the instructor.

That's when hell started…with singing. It was Jack who started.

"AND I WAS LIKE BABY BABY BABY."

"NOOOOO," screamed Cater, who entered the dormitory with covered ears. It was a known fact that Cater despised Bustin Jeiber or whatever his name was. And it was that particular song she hated the most. She had agreed that he had talent but he sounded too much like a teen whom had yet to hit puberty. "Anything but that song!"

Trey lifted his head off the table, thinking that was his cue to start. He made his way to Cater and took her hand into his.

"YOU ARE MY FIRE. THE ONE DESIRE-"

"Is this a confession?" Nine shouted.

"No, it's not." King mumbled before whacking his best friend. "He's just trying to outdo Jack now. Thanks to your insult to his ego."

"BELIEVE WHEN I SAY. I WANT IT THAT WAY."

"Ohhh, I love that song." And enter Cinque through the threshold. The girly girl of Class Zero stopped and stared as the grand doors behind her closed, her eyes locking onto the scene in front of her. The scent of alcohol was faint in the common room, but that wasn't what she was so upset about. Her hands flew up to her mouth. "Trey! I thought you loved me!"

There was dead silence. Trey was still holding onto Cater, who was at a loss of words. Nine was trying to hold in his snickers. Jack was grinning from ear to ear, off in his own little world. King facepalmed.

"Gimme some!" Spotting the bottle and shot glasses on the table, Cinque pushed past Trey and Cinque to grab a newly-filled shot, downing it with a blink of an eye. She staggered back a bit when she swallowed, turning around dangerously.

"QUIT PLAYING GAMES WITH MY HEART~"

"I'm not." Trey mumbled, his hold on Cater's hand loosening. He faced Cinque and sing-screamed. "SO WHY YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ME?"

"Did you just-?" Cater was cut off when Nine shoved a shot glass into her hand.

"Welcome to the club."

Staring it for a brief second, the shotgun girl shrugged her shoulders and raised it to her lips, draining the rim shot. When she swallowed, she made a face. "That burns."

"It's forty percent alcohol! This is nothing!" King coughed.

"Psh, forty percent and you're all like this already." Nine smirked. "Weak sauce, all of you."

"What was that?" Trey's outburst amused the dragoon even more.

"So you were all singing before we got there." Deuce repeated.

Cater folded her arms. "Apparently."

Jack chuckled, causing the shotgun girl to shoot a glare in his direction.

"At least, you weren't there when King was singing Careless Whisper."

Kurasame stopped. "He didn't."

King nervously looked around, scratching the back of his head. Nine merely shrugged his shoulders, not even bothering to defend his friend.

"And you didn't dance like the saxophone guy, did you?" Kurasame questioned. He was met with silence, which he learned from earlier experiences meant yes. And all color drained from his face. Again, he couldn't unsee any of this. Neither could the conscious group of students after that statement, except for one.

"Instructor Kurasame, what's wrong?" asked Deuce.

"Nothing, nothing." The Icy Blade of Death answered a little too quickly, triggering a little pout on the innocent one's face. "Now, who is next?"

Due to the crack-ish nature of this ficlet and the fact karaoke's involved in this chapter, it's just one hot mess. I'm sorry that it's a bit short. I'll be attending Sac-Anime this Friday to Sunday, so I won't be able to update then. I'll make it all up to you with a longer chapter four. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I apologize if it wasn't as funny as the previous two. D: