v. Drunk
"C'mon, dude! Just one drink, you'll feel much better." Dan pleaded.
"For the last time, Daniel, I'm perfectly all right. I don't need to 'feel better'."
"Yeah, I don't see it. You've been moping around the house all day, ranting about how you lost a million dollar contract, blah, blah, blah..."
"A million dollar contract?!" Ian screamed, taking Dan by the collar. "It was a billion dollar contract, you ignorant fool!"
There was silence, then Ian awkwardly let go of Dan.
"You know, maybe a few drinks wouldn't hurt."
So that is why, Dan and Ian, sat together at an empty bar, while the latter drowned his sorrows in alcohol.
"Sho he j-just walked o-out the office, with that beautiful contract in h-his hands..." Ian hiccuped, and then, with another gulp, downed his sixth glass of beer.
"Um, Ian, you might wanna control the drinking..."
"Nonsense! I am perfectly fine! Sho then N-Natalie asked me about her stupid pink dress, and outside I was like 'Sure' but inside all I was thinking was; WHO THE HELL CARES?! You know, idiotic girls..." Ian droned on and on, in the most un-Kabra like fashion.
"Is he OK?" The bartender asked Dan, a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah, he's all right. Just has a problem controlling his liquor, that's all."
"I have a problem controlling my liquor?! For your kind information, I'M IAN BLOODY KABRA, and I can control my alcohol better than you ANY DAY! Wanna bet?!" Ian turned to the bartender. "Get us another set of d-drinks, my g-good man. I'll show Dan whose boss."
"Actually, I think we are going to leave now." Dan took one of Ian's arms and draped it around his own shoulders. He kept a wad of notes on the counter, thanked the bartender, and exited the bar.
"Go away!" Ian said, pulling away his arm from Dan's shoulder. "I'm fully capable of walking home myself."
"Actually, we're taking a cab."
"W-why?!"
"Because you're as drunk as hell, dude."
"You can make me take a cab..." Ian retreated from Dan. "...WHEN YOU CATCH ME!" And he was off.
Dan stood there for a second, trying to absorb what was going on. Finally;
"GET BACK HERE, YOU SON OF A-!"
And he was off too.
It took Dan five hours to find Ian, and that was only when he had been obliged to call the police.
Actually, he had seen Ian on the news, and had come rushing to come get him.
"Is he yours?" A very agitated police man said, holding Ian by the collar.
"Yeah. Sorry about all the...damage. I'll pay for it."
"We'll send you the cost. But it ain't gonna be pretty."
Dan gulped.
The next morning...
Ian's eyes fluttered open, but he immediately shut them again because of the sunlight that was currently pouring in through the window.
Why won't the sun shut up?!
His head hurt like hell.
What happened last night?
And that's when the pressure came in. Ian ran into his attached restroom, and shut the door behind him.
A few minutes later, he was walking down the stairs of his mansion, his hair messy, and a cup of coffee in his hands.
"Good morning, brother." Natalie greeted him. She, too, was dressed in her normal attire. "Did you sleep well?
"I slept OK. Although, I don't seem to recall anything from last night."
"This might jog your memory up a bit." Natalie said, pushing the daily newspaper into Ian's hands.
Ian's amber eyes darted around the page, and they grew wider. There, drawled in big bold font, on the front page of The Times, was;
DRUNK MAN CAUSES HAVOC, AND A LOSS OF TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS
"What the hell were you thinking, taking me for a drink and such?!" Ian screamed at Dan through the phone.
"It wasn't my fault! You went all haywire after drinking, and...why the heck are you calling me this early?!"
"It's ten o'clock."
"Exactly! A true ninja master gets up only when he's supposed to!"
"Wait, Daniel..."
There was silence.
"Hey, Ian?"
"Yes?"
"I ain't paying for the losses."
And the receiver went dead.
That was the last time Ian Kabra would ever go drinking with Dan.
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Also, I made two (kinda) Hetalia references. Can you find them?
-Ghost.