WARNING! THIS EPISODE IS RATED T, FOR JELLO SHOTS AND SUGGESTIVE HUMOR. So if you are under 13 or get easily offended, I would advise you to not read this one. Sorry, but I just thought Loki and Jello shots would be really funny, and honestly I don't want any reviews telling me that this isn't appropriate for the rating. I know, so that's why I'm saying this. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

But if you are totally okay with alcoholic gelatin and drunk Lokis, read on and enjoy! :)

Episode #11 – Jello Shots

"So what is this 'bar' you speak of?" asked Loki. I decided it had been awhile since we'd been on a date, and I wanted to take him somewhere really Earth-like and fun.

"It's a place where you go and drink a bunch of alcohol and get drunk and make out." Loki smiled.

"I like the sound of this!" he exclaimed.

"Awesome! We'd better go now, it's getting late."

"Wait Amelia, put on that strawberry lipstick I like," Loki said. I smiled at him and pulled it out of my purse.

"I'm way ahead of you," I said.

I decided to take Loki to a fun fancy bar. Not the gross kind where there were a bunch of old drunk guys sitting around and throwing up in the corner. No way. The bar I took him to was called The Big Pickle. I have no idea why it was called The Big Pickle, because it had nothing to do with pickles whatsoever, but everyone just accepted it and it was the place to go. So that's where I took Loki.

I didn't have a lot of money, so going to The Big Pickle was not exactly within my range, but I figured we would go there and just splurge on the complimentary Jello shots. They had them on every table, in a cute little white dish. However, since Loki had never experienced Jello shots before, I would not let him take too many. Those things were strong. We wouldn't get too drunk; just enough to have fun.

When we got to The Big Pickle, it was packed with people. Classy, dressed-to-kill, fancy people. Loki and I tried our best to look the part. I had him dressed in a nice black suit with a green tie, and I wore my best tight red dress. And when we saw the fancy people walk in, I whispered in his ear:

"See how they're walking? It's weird, but we should try to blend in. Follow my lead." I walked ahead of him, my hips swaying from side to side. Loki tried to copy me and I burst into laughter.

"Don't laugh; I can't move that way!" he said in his defense.

"Loki you're supposed to walk like the men!" I said, doubling over in laughter. He smirked at me.

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Loki said. "I'll have you know that if that's the case, I don't have to do anything different. I walk like royalty my love; I am an Asgardian Prince." I locked my arm with his and smiled.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," I said. "I'm walking in with the fanciest man of all."

We entered The Big Pickle and found a table at the back. It was dark, but the Jello shots in the middle of the table could be seen clearly. I pushed Loki down in a chair and held up a Jello shot shaped like a watermelon slice.

"This, my lovely man, is a Jello shot. They have very strong alcohol in them. So, try to control yourself. These will get you very drunk." Loki smiled.

"I want one," he said.

"…Okay, but take it slow. I mean it." Loki slipped one into his mouth and closed his eyes tightly as he swallowed. He blinked several times and looked up at me.

"Whoa…" he said.

"I know," I replied, taking one. I sat in Loki's lap and bit half of the watermelon-slice Jello shot. He bit the other half and kissed me; sucking my half out of my mouth. "Hey man!" I said. Loki snickered.

"I like those," he said.

"I bet you do," I replied. Loki directed my face to his with the touch of his fingers, and proceeded to kiss me for a very long time.

The rest of the night went downhill fast. Loki didn't listen to me about taking it slow on the Jello shots. He had about six, and they worked fast. He was very happy. At one point, he got up on the table and shouted.

"I think everyone should know," he began. "That the gelatin desserts are delicious! ANOTHER!" Everyone cheered, and Loki fell off the table. I, still sober, got up to help him.

"Do you want to go home?" I asked him. He widened his eyes at me and put his hands on my breasts.

"Wow Amelia, you're so hot. Do you know that? You're like…if someone set fire on fire…" I laughed.

"Loki you are really drunk," I said. "You didn't listen to me about the Jello shots." He laughed and stumbled back.

"Darling I listened; I just didn't obey. But it was worth it! I feel great!" Loki twirled around and put his hands on some random guy's shoulders.

"I LOVE YOU MAN," he said. The guy wasn't even bothered. I supposed he was drunk too, because he just smiled and said:

"I LOVE YOU TOO. OHMYGAWD." They hugged, and I could not contain my laughter. Suddenly, someone clinked a spoon against a champagne glass.

"Attention everyone: karaoke is starting! All singers make a line at the DJ station!" Loki turned to me.

"What is…'carry o-key'?" he asked.

"It's where you go up and sing a song, and they give you the words," I said. Loki's mouth fell open, and he called to his new friend.

"Hey! We have to do that!"

"Yeah man!" said the guy. He had a margarita in his hand and he was all smiles. I decided Loki and I could stick around a little longer; I wanted to see how this went.

Loki and his friend went up to the DJ station, and he announced:

"Okay, folks! Our first singer is a duet of Loki and Brett! This is 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together'!" I put my hand over my mouth. Loki didn't even know that song. I got out my phone and began taking a video. This would be really funny tomorrow.

Loki and Brett stumbled to the stage and the music started. Brett started singing and Loki read the words off the screen and sang them at the wrong time and off-key. But it was so cute. Their arms were on each other's shoulders and they swayed back and forth. As I watched, I took another shot. Loki sang into the microphone:

"You talk to your friends…talk to my friends, talk to…Brett, who do my friends talk to? Oh that's right…" Eventually he just fell over and I had to go up there and get him. I walked on the stage and saw that Loki had passed out.

"Aw, poor baby," I said. Brett laughed.

"Hey, let's take off his pants and put it on a flagpole outside!" he said, the stench of a LOT of alcohol on his breath.

"I think I'll leave his pants on," I said, and then whispered to myself, "For now…" I grabbed his arms and dragged him off the stage. He was heavy, and I wasn't strong in the slightest, so I couldn't carry him. When I had dragged him all the way to the door, he started to wake up. I knelt down to him and he smiled at me.

"Oh, hhhhello Ammeliaa…" he said, his speech heavily slurred. I helped him up and he leaned on me. "I don't feel very well."

"I wouldn't think so," I replied, trying to steady him.

Suddenly he backed up and immediately threw up all over my red dress!

"Loki EW!" I exclaimed, backing up. The vomit was all over me, and it was red and gross. I grabbed his hand and marched him right out of The Big Pickle, letting him finish throwing up in the grass. When he finished, he wiped his mouth off with his sleeve and buried his face in my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he said pathetically. I couldn't help but love him a little bit more. I held him close.

"That's okay Loki," I said. "I love you." He smiled, his teeth red from his vomit.

"Me too," he replied. I helped him to the car and he spent the whole ride home with his head in my lap.

The next morning, Loki woke up around noon and stumbled into the living room when I was making lunch.

"Good morning, or should I say afternoon, sleeping beauty," I said. Loki rubbed his red eyes and closed them tightly.

"Oh my God," he said. "What happened?" I gave him an excited smile.

"Don't worry; I got it all on video!"

I wish there really was a fancy bar called The Big Pickle. That would make my life. I couldn't go there yet, but it would still just be good to know it was out there. *that was just a random thought* Reviews? ;)