I was very, very drunk...

part2






Here is the 2nd part to my
fic! Wonderful, I’m sure people have
been waiting with baited breath… yeah, whatever. (Yes, I am delusional).

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, any of
the characters or any songs that I may, I repeat, may incorporate into this
fic, or any other fic that may be mentionso dso don’t sue and I’ll love you
forever ^x^ mwah!

 

Do not rely on the kindness of strangers…

Duo took a deep breath and walked into the
hall. At least that would have happened
if he’d practised walking in those boots.
Instead he tripped and stumbled into the room, narrowly avoiding
falling. A strange man came and
steadied him.

“You better be careful miss, those boots
look dangerous,” the strange man said kindly.

“Who you calling ‘miss’ asshole,” Duo spat
as he stalked off to find solace in the buffetle. le.

“Honestly,” he muttered to himself,
“biggest party of the year and I trip whilst making my grand entrance, then
some guy thinks I’m a girl, of all the nerve…”

Duo continued to mutter quietly to himself
as he pile his plate high with food.
Heero was stood a little way ognorgnoring some friends of Quatre’s who
he had been introduced to a moment before.
He heard the quiet muttering, he’d always been able to hear Duo’s voice,
quiet or not. He turned his head,
trying to locate where Duo was. His
eyes scanned the buffet t a c a couple of times before he realised where Duo’s
voice was actually coming from. He did
a double take.

“Excuse me for a second please,” Heero said
to the group, as he turned and made his way to the buffet table. He stood behind Duo for a couple of minutes
and looked him over. He had to admit,
he looked good.

“Err, Duo…” Heero said quietly.

“Eep!” Duo yelped as he had Heero’s
voice. He spun on his heel, plate of
food in hand.

“Oh hi Heero, how are you?” He said
nervously as he tried to smile. Heero
looked him up and down, which made him even more self-conscious.

“Duo you look…” Heero began as he searched
for the right words, “interesting.”

“Thanks Heero,” Duo muttered darkly.

“No, it’s a good thing,” Heero said with an
encouraging nod, and a grin, “Sailor Moon… interesting choice,” he finished,
and his grin widened.

Duo sulked and folded his arms over his
chest.

“You’ve even done your hair in those
meatball things, very authentic,” Heero added, “and you eat as much as she does
too,” he finished as he pointed at Duo’s plate.

“Whatever Yuy, at least mine’s a little
more adventurous than yours,” he pouted, “an mo, mo, how thrilling.”

“You haven’t seen my fur underwear,” Heero
said with a raised eyebrow, creating one very red-cheeked Duo.

“Err, well…the clerk said I’d look good in
it,” Duo said as he shuffled his feet and looked at the floor.

“Never trust in the kindness of strangers,”
Heero said as he walked off.

“Duo!” he heard a screech emanating from
some yonder female. He cringed at the
thought of who it was, “Please God, no, not while I’m dressed like this, not
before I’ve had a drink!” Duo grabbed 2
glasses of champagne and downed them before turning to face the owner of the
voice that could, and had, shattered eardrums.

He forced a smile across his face,
“Relena!” he yelped, even he could hear the evident strain in his voice.

“Oh my god!” she shrieked right in his
face. “I was going to come as Sailor
Moon, then changed my mind.”

“That’s nice,” Duo said absently as he
scanned the crowd for a champagne tray.
He spotted one passing by and grabbed a glass, which he downed before
turning back to her.

“I see you came as a… bride?” Duo
questioned, it looked like a wedding dress, it was just a little more pink than
heginegined wedding dresses would be.

“Not just any bride silly,” Relena squeaked
as she nudged him in the shoulder playfully, he stumbled. He still wasn’t used to the boots… or maybe
it was the champagne kicking in.

“Please let it be the champagne kicking
in!” he said urgently in his head. He
grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing tray.

“So, whose bride are you?” he asked as he
took a gulp of the champagne.

“Duh,” she said rolling her eyes underneath
the veil, “Heero’s, I thought that would have been obvious.”

Duo stared at her somewhat blankly for a
second then downed the rest of the champagne.

“Will you excuse me, I have to get to the loos,”
he squeaked as he turned and stumbled away.
He only managed to get 3 feet away before bursting into hysterical
laughter. Relena looked at him
strangely as he attempted to wind his way through the crowd doubled up from
laughing.

“Must have thought it was funny that Heero
and I weren’t married yet," she said to herself whilst nodding her head,
“Ooh! Look! Pink cakes!” and with that she made her way to the buffet table,
a blank smile plastered across her stupid face. (AN: couldn’t think of a better
insult than stupid face, how pathetic)

Duo was still chuckling as he found his way
to the bar.

“Double vodka and red bull please!” he
smiled at the bartender.

“Are you sure you’re old enough miss?” the
bartender enquired.

Duo growled and whipped a gun out of God
knows where. The bartender just stared
at the gun pointed to his head.

“Ah, one of master Quatre’s special
friends,” the bartender said smoothly as he poured the drink. Duo growled again and took a big swig of the
drink.

“Having a good time?”

“Eep!” Duo yipped as he jumped. He turned to see Trowa stood beside him with
a drink.

“Dude, you made me jump!” he barked, “Why
do people always sneak up on me?” he pouted, “Ah man! I spilt my drink!
Fuck-a-doodle-doo!” (1)

“Nice costume,” Trowa said with a straight
face, but then couldn’t hide his grin.
Duo just stuck his tongue out at him and had another sip of his
drink. He looked at Trowa’s costume.

“A clown?” he said sarcastically, “How very
original of you.”

Trowa merely shrugged and finished his drink.

“Come on, let’s find the others,” Trowa
said as he grabbed hold of Duo’s arm and dragged him off.

“My drink!” Duo wailed as he was pulled
away from the bar.

Wufei was stood in the corner trying to
blend in with the curtain.

“Fei!”

Wufei cringed at the voice; he looked up to
see Duo and Trowa making their way towards him. When they got within in 6 feet, they stopped dead. Duo burst out laughing and Trowa merely
raised one eyebrow.

“Shut the fuck up!” he hissed at them, “It
was the only decent thing in the shop!”

“Very appropriate for you though Fei,” Duo
exclaimed, amid his mirth, “a lizard is sort of like a dragon…I suppose…” then
he couldn’t continue for laughing.

“At least I’m not dressed like an onna
Maxwell!” Wufei hissed. Duo immediately
stopped laughing and gave him the death glare that he had learnt off Heero.

“And you, Barton, haven’t even made an
effort,” he added scornfully. Trowa
merely looked at him with an amused glance.

“Wow, that is really skin tight isn’t it
Wu-man,” Duo added whilst wiggling his eyebro“doe“doesn’t leave much to the
imagination.” Wufei made, what Duo
assumed were death threats in Chinese.

“Come on you two,” Trowa said, “We have to
find the others,” and he proceeded to grab Sailor Moon and the lizard and drag
them off into the crowd.

“What’s up with Barton,” Wufei demanded as
he was dragged along. Duo shrugged as
they were pulled to find their next comrade.
It was Quatre who they came across.
He was talking to someone who looked like his twin…but taller…and a
girl.

“Quatre,” Trowa called. He let go of Duo and Wufei who both promptly
fell to the ground. He tapped him on
the shoulder. Quatre turned his head to
see who it was, and smiled a big wide smile.

“Oh hi guys!” he said happily. He turned fully and they all noticed that he
had a cup of tea in his hand.

“Excuse me Rebecca, these are my friends,
friends, this is my sister, Rebecca,” Quatre said as he took a sip of his tea,
and his smile increased in size.

“Nice to meet you,” Rebecca said with a smile,
“I’ll leave you to it then Quatre, have a good time… and ease up on the
tea.” She weaved her way into the crowd
and was lost from site.

“Hey Q-man, it’s a party, time for a little
drinky-poos ne?” Duo said to Quatre as
he slung an arm round his shoulder.

“This is the best drink here,” Quatre said
softly as he smiled at the tea.
Everyone looked a little uncomfortable.
Duo slowly slid his arm off his shoulder and sidled back a step.

“Err, anyway, I like your costume dude,
inspired!” Duo said with a big thumbs up, “Very pink!”

“Thank you,” Quatre said as he did a little
twirl.

“A faery (2)?” Wufei said, disbelieving,
“What is it with men dressing up as onnas!?”
He continued to mutter about the injustice of it all.

“Do you like my costume Trowa?” Quatre
questioned as he gave him the big puppy dog eyes. Trowa continued to stare and swallowed dryly. He nodded slowly and a l sml smile played
upon his lips. Quatre continued to bat
his eyelashes and flirt.

“Hey, Q-man, you could compete with Relena
for most pink costume here!” Duo said to break the tension he could feel
radiating off Wufei.

“Really?” Quatre questioned, turning his
gaze to Duo, “What’s she wearing?”

Duo proceeded to describe the pink
abomination of the wedding dress, and why she was wearing it.

“That’s an injustice,” Wufei said, shaking
his head and loo a l a little pale.

“Anyway,” Trowa said quickly, “Have to find
Heero now.” He picked Quatre up, who
squeaked, and tucked undeunder his arm.
He then grabbed Duo and Wufei by the arm again, and dragged them off
into the party to find their last pilot.
They spotted him standing by, or partially in, something very pink, and
a little smaller than him. They then hear
the familiar screech, and they all cringed.
Trowa transferred Wufei to the same hand as Duo and stopped a waiter
carrying a tray of champagne. He gave
one glass to each of them. They all
downed it before Trowa continued on his course towards Heero.

“…and we could be married, and have babies,
and then we could have more babies…” Relena was blabbering on, Heero looked
distraught as he was caught in he iron grip.
He saw his friends making their way towards him. He mouthed ‘please help me’ to them.

“I think we should rescue him,” Quatre
said, “I don’t think he’s had nearly enough to drink to deal with her.” (Everyone else looks at Quatre like this à O.o)

“Hey man,” Duo said from his vantage point
of Trs has hand, “How you doing?”

Heero stared at them. They were arranged very oddly. Quatre underneath Trowa’s arm, grinning with
a cup of tea in one hand and an empty champagne glass in the other, Duo in one
hand and a lizard, which he assumed was Wufei, in the other.

“Hn,” Heero said quietly as he surveyed the
situation, “Yeah I’m ok, just finding it a little hard to breathe,” he emphasised
whilst glaring at the pink puff attached to his arm (AN: no not Quatre, you
naughty people you ;) )

“Well sorry but we’re going to have to take
Heero away now,” Quatre said slowly to Relena, to make sure she understood.

“Oh no you don’t,” she hissed. She was preparing to defend what she
believed she rightfully owned (AN: idiot -_-) when she realised that Trowa had
grabbed him and was running off with all the Gundam pilots into the crowd.

“No, no, NO!” she screamed and started
having a tantrum. Someone came over and
put an arm around her. She was sobbing
her thank you’s when she realised she’d been escorted outside.

“Wait…” she began until she felt the wind
of the door fly past her nose and it slammed in he face. She began to cry but…oh, no one cared. (AN:
we hate Relena J)

Trowa finally stopped when they got to the back of thel, wl, where
he immediately let everyone go and they ended up in a heap on the floor.

“Thanks Trowa,” Heero groaned, “I think.”

“Well what now Barton? You dragged us back here, what for? I was happy by the curtain,” Wufei griped as
he narrowed his eyes at the clown.

“Drinking game,” he simply said.

“Alright!” Duo yelled as he started doing
his happy dance in the background.
Quatre smiled and agreed, he didn’t mind what they did. Wufei was less than pleased but didn’t fancy
having to walk through the crowd to get back to his curtain. Heero merely shrugged and followed Sailor
Moon, a clown, a lizard and a faery into a back room.

 

Hooray, the end of the 2nd part
^___^ Hope it was enjoyed. The drinking game is coming up. Oh and:

(1)   is from 4 weddings and a funeral, I borrowed it, it isn’t mine.

(2)   Is how I spell fairy, sorry about that J

All the really good stuff is still to
come. Please R+R, don’t be mean.