A.N: Hello everyone! This chapter contains some strong langue but I mean, wouldn't you be mad if you woke up naked in bed with your best friend? Enjoy!

-Sarah

Fushimi sat clothed in a simple chair inside the hotel room. The man who had come earlier to retrieve his clothes had left, and now it was just Fushimi and Yata attempting to piece together what the hell happened last night.

"I swear to god, the first night we're in America and we already fuck-" Yata mumbled and suddenly stopped.

The pain in his lower back had not resided and he shuddered to think about what he could have been doing last night.

"Yes, I suppose we probably did fuck, and given the circumstance I suppose I topped...I always knew I would." Fushimi said bored, and a little smugly.

Yata blushed and shoved his face farther into the pillow. He was going to say some snarky smartass remark but, it would seem the cards weren't dealing right for him this morning.

"Well...You asked me to go swimming last night after we got to the hotel, do you remember anything after that because I certainly do not." Yata said.

Fushimi thought a moment, he did remember asking Misaki to go swimming with him... oh. Oh yes. Now he remembered something. Munakata, upon hearing about them going on vacation had taken the liberty of getting the hotels for Fushimi, even going so far as to stock the rooms with items such as... Alcohol. Fushimi hadn't really INTENDED to get drunk, he just thought it might lighten the mood a little. Fushimi was no stranger to liqueur and defiantly didn't get 'smashed' as some would call it, but last night... Misaki had practically forced him to drink more and...

"Misaki, you little dumbass." Fushimi whispered out harshly.

"HEY! WHAT DID I DO!" Yata yelled from his position on the bed, angrily turning over to face Fushimi and wincing in the process.

"Last night you practically FORCED me to drink more liquor than I could take! I remember now! You don't know how to handle yourself around alcohol and last night you persuaded me to drink more while you were drunk!"

Yata lied on the bed open mouthed. He did no such thing! Yata's pride was shot. He DID know how to hold his liquor! But...He supposes... last night maybe...

Yata thought about it for a moment and realized... he might have made Fushimi drink more than was probably necessary. He was just so curious about what the man would do if he got shit faced drunk!

"Y-yeah so what if I did! You could have stopped yourself!"

"Now Yata, I don't know if you know this, but you are a very persuasive drunk." Fushimi said with a smile.

He remembered the way Yata had coaxed him into it. He was surprised he held himself back until after they had stolen that mans clothes. Yata had slurred out something about Fushimi needing to relax and had thrusted the bottle of, vodka of all things, into Fushimi's chest and told him it was only fair he drunk more. Upon denying that he needed anymore alcohol in his system, Yata had climbed onto Fushimi's lap and glared hard at the man with a little pout. God, Misaki could pull off a cute pout face. He sat on Fushimi's lap and grabbed the bottle out of his hands, taking another swig of it into his mouth. Fushimi remembered telling Yata he was the one who didn't need anymore alcohol in his system when Yata had grabbed him by the shoulders and smashed his face into Fushimi's.

There had been a little too much force in that sloppy kiss and Fushimi's lips had gotten cut by Misaki's teeth. A mixture of vodka and blood slipped into Fushimi's mouth and he practically chocked as the liquid slid down his throat.

That was the only way Misaki had gotten Saru to drink the rest of the bottle. Not that Fushimi had minded, at the time.

-At HOMRA-

Kusangi stood per usual behind his bar, shinning his glass like always. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and the King was snoring on the couch while he could hear Anna upstairs playing with Waddles, for once, not glued to Mikoto. Kusangi had noticed Mikoto's distaste when had sat himself down on the couch earlier, complaining to Izumo that Anna was playing with 'the small little creature' upstairs. It was almost comical the way the king was jealous of a baby duck. Mikoto had sat and pouted in his own manly way about the lack of a certain white haired girl before falling asleep on the couch with an angry pout still stuck to his face. Kusangi heard the sound of Anna quickly making her way down the steps into the bar area and looked over; she has chasing Waddles, who was running as fast as his two duck feet could take him, down the stairs as the duck made a b-line straight for the King. Waddles hopped onto the couch where the king was lying and proceeded to hop onto his face and make a make-shift nest in his hair, sitting on the King's head as Anna glared at the duck. Really, he didn't need to run down the stairs to get away from her.

Mikoto was her king after all, not Waddle's.