TSOR 2 Chapter 7

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"Let's see," Xaldin muttered, unlocking the cupboard that kept their night drinks. Looking inside, he started pulling out bottles. "We've got beer, wine, sake, whiskey, rum-"

"Mine!" Luxord grabbed the bottle.

Xaldin just kept going. "Margaritas, Mohitos, Kamikazes-"

"Let's have some Kamikazes," Xigbar said, reaching for the bottle.

"Fine. I'll get the glasses." Xaldin stuck his head back into the cupboard.

"Can we join?"

Xaldin pulled his head out to see Demyx and Zexion standing in the cellar with them.

Xigbar didn't even look up.

"No."

"Please?" Demyx whined.

"No."

"Aw! Why not?"

Xigbar looked Demyx straight in the eye.

Slamming his glass on the counter, he came around the bar to stand directly in front of the musician.

"Because YOU drunk is a REALLY bad thing!" He glared at Demyx. "And YOU!"

He stood in front of Zexion.

"Are 17! You're not old enough!"

Zexion sneered while Demyx burst into tears next to him.

"You can't drink with us so leave!"

Zexion put his arm around Demyx's shoulders and left.

"Finally!" Xigbar threw his hands n the air. "That took forever! But now they're gone, and we can finally drink in peaxe!"

In Zexion's Room

"Hehe." Demyx sniggered, holding up a bottle of beer.

"Excellent."

"Let's see what this tastes like." He took a sip. "Ew! It's disgusting!" He made a small portal that came out in Zexion's sink. He spat into it. "How do they drink this?"

"Maybe we grabbed a bad one." Zexion also made a small portal. "Let's try again."

He stuck his hand through and groped about until his hand brushed another bottle.

He grabbed it and pulled his hand out.

"Wine," Zexion said, surprised.

"Well," Demyx grabbed the bottle, "hopefully this tastes better than the beer did."

Raising the bottle to his lips, he took a cautious swig.

"Well?" Zexion raised an eyebrow.

"It's fruity." He took another drink. "I like it!"

"Let me have some." Zexion grabbed the bottle. "Don't hog it."

He took a sip.

"You're right. I like it too."

"Hey! My turn!"

Demyx grabbed the bottle again.

For the next half hour, they passed the bottle back and forth as well as a couple other drinks.

"WHOO HOO!"

"What was that?" Xaldin asked, looking into the hallway.

"SHIT!" He ducked back into the room and slammed the door.

A tidal wave was coming down the hall.

On top of it was Demyx, riding it on a surfboard.

Strangely enough, behind Demyx on the board was Zexion.

He was clutching Demyx around the middle; terrified.

Demyx on the other hand was having the time of his life.

From their point of view, they were in the middle of the ocean, heading towards the shore.

Zexion didn't even know that he had created an illusion and thought everything was real.

They had been going through the castle for about ten minutes, and in their world, the shore wasn't getting any closer.

Demyx had never had more fun in his nonexistence. Surfing on a tidal wave was awesome.

When he thought back to his old life, Demyx realized that this was the most fun he had EVER had.

"What was it?" Xigbar asked uncaringly.

"D-demyx...on-on..."Xaldin stuttered.

"What?"

"A tidal wave!"

"WHAT?"

"Demyx on a tidal wave...on a surfboard!"

"I don't believe that."

Xigbar crossed to the door.

"No! Don't!"

"Don't be silly Xaldin," Xigbar reprimanded.

He pulled the door open.

Instantly the room was flooded.

Unluckily for Xigbar, Demyx and Zexion had been passing in front of the door when he opened it.

Vexen was walking down the adjoining hall when he heard the rush of water.

He turned to see Demyx and Zexion on their surfboard.

He stopped.

Not wanting to get wet, he stuck his hand out in front of him and froze the giant wave.

The surfboard fell of the ice and took Demyx and Zexion with it.

They hit the floor with a loud crash and Vexen rushed over to them.

"Are you okay?" Vexen asked worriedly.

"Of course, hic, we're always fine," Demyx slurred tipsily.

"Are you... drunk?" Vexen couldn't believe that he was asking Demyx this question of all people.

"No. I don't get drunk," Demyx slurred again.

"Zexion! Did you know he was drunk?"

"I'm not drunk!" Demyx yelled.

"Zexion! How could you let him get drunk!"

"Excuse me! I didn't know it was my job to watch him!" Zexion said indignantly.

Vexen noticed that Zexion's eyes weren't focused.

"Zexion! Are you drunk too?"

He didn't answer.

"XIGBAR! XALDIN! LUXORD!"

Vexen stormed down the hall, his yells of fury echoing off the walls, as he looked for the trio.

He practically broke the door to the cellar opening it so hard.

Water drained out of the room.

He spotted Xigbar and plucked him off the floor.

Shaking the man, he yelled, "Xigbar! How could you let Demyx and Zexion drink with you?"

"We didn't. I told them to leave because they were too young!" Xigbar glared calmly into Vexen' burning eyes.

"Then why are they drunk in the hallway?" Vexen raged.

"What?"

"Yes. They were on a surfboard on a tidal wave that I froze and they fell off. I went over to them to see if they were hurt and I discovered that they were drunk beyond all belief!"

"Demyx and Zexion are smashed?" Luxord wondered aloud. "That's a new one."

"If they didn't drink with you, then why are they drunk?" Vexen demanded.

"How should I know!"

"Could they have gotten some?"

"No. They wouldn't be able to buy it ans we look our drinks up. So I have no idea how they got drunk!"

"Why don't you ask them?" Xaldin suggested.

"Because I ASSUMED that the only place they would get a drink was from you, and Demyx assures me that he isn't drunk!"

"Well, when you ASSUME, you make an ASS out of you and me." Xigbar smirked, Vexen scowled. "Now, could you put me down?"

Vexen unballed his hands out of Xigbar's coat and set him down.

"Thank you. I only prefer not to touch the ground when I choose not to."

BOOM!

"Crap! We left Demyx and Zexion alone! They've never been drunk before! They need to watched before they do something stupid!"

He started for the door.

"You should be watched too, but I don't want to see what you do when you're drunk. Well, drunk'er' for Luxord."

He left.

"Drunker?" Luxord yelled after the retreating scientist. "That's rude!"

Xaldin put an arm around his shoulders.

"It's true, Lux. You put rum in your tea," Xaldin explained.