In an intense moment of LULZ, I thought to myself, "What would happen if the Vongola went drinking?" So this is what happened.

I'd be the first to admit that we'd all had a little too much to drink. Still, it was a party. The booze was free for us. Some people took it better than others. I fuzzily noted that Haru was already sleeping it off. Then again, she was a lightweight.

I was also a lightweight. I just hadn't drank as much as her. Yamamoto Takeshi, on the other hand...

Was most definitely not a lightweight. I'd watched him toss back three beers in less than an hour, and it still hadn't kicked in. He was on his fourth, still cheerful as ever, though hi cheeks were a little red. He'd persuaded the Tenth, who was a little drunk, to ask Kyoko out. Although, seeing how things were progressing, he was more likely to ask her to marry him. And Kyoko was smashed; she'd absolutely say yes. They might not even regret it in the morning.

"Voiiiiii..." I watched with interest as Squalo stumbled over to Belphegor, number one psycho, and picked a fight. It ended up being pretty pathetic, for a Varia fight. It also ended quickly, after Bel forgot the whole 'royal blood' thing and decided 'royal puke' was just as good. Too bad it went everywhere.

Still, it was funny.

I felt like the world was a wonderful place, so I knew I was plastered. In the corner, that creepy okama guy was hitting on a still clueless Ryohei, who was fending him off anyway. I thought it was funny. Everything was funny. Especially Hibari. He was looking a little crazy in the corner. Dino had just tripped on top of him. I noted that Chrome, Hana, and Kyoko had decided to dance on top of the table; Kyoko's shirt was unbuttoned a good deal.

I dimly wondered if I would hurl. I began to giggle. I was so drunk; why was I drunk? Hmm. Normally, I didn't drink at all, because then the Tenth might be in danger. Who got me drunk? Oh. Yeah. Yamamoto again. I wanted to be better than Yamamoto, and Yamamoto could hold his liquor. I couldn't.

Yamamoto. He looked very nice. Very happy and loveable. I wanted to knock his lights out. Or just make out.

Then I realized how drunk I was. Really. Really. Drunk. It didn't stop me.

"Oiiii! Yamamoto!" part of me was going, 'What the hell are you doing you crazy drunk bastard?' and another part was... dancing. That must be the drunk part, I thought, and he's having more fun. Let's listen to him.

"Eh?" Yamamoto's blush had intensified; the booze was kicking in. I watched him weave towards me, a little woozily. "Hey, Gokudera. Hsas anyone ever told you that you're... you're..." He shook his head rapidly, trying to clear his mind. "Awesome? And you look like a woman. Sometimes."

Normally, I would've taken that as an insult. But normally I wasn't drunk off my ass. So instead of beating on him, I said, "I love you. Seriously. Can- can we like... make out or something?"

"Yes."

I discovered that being drunk made anything even remotely sexual that much better. Meanwhile, Kyoko had finally lost her shirt, still dancing on the table. This finally ended when the Tenth jumped up with them and started to kiss the hell out of Kyoko. I was too busy trying to find Yamamoto's hands – they were somewhere in my clothes- to pay too much attention once they fell off the table and made a few wet smacking noises.

I started laughing. It was an odd sensation to laugh into a kiss. Dino had tripped onto Hibari again, and the younger man was making an odd keening noise.

Also, Chrome had reverted into Mukuro, who was doing a dance with a pineapple. It was a waltz.

I stopped watching the room then and focused on trying to figure out where I ended and Yamamoto started. I then decided it didn't matter. Something shattered; I was under the impression that Mukuro had thrown the pineapple into a lamp, but I wasn't sure. I heard a slightly disoriented "Hahi?" and figured Haru had woken up.

Then someone tripped over the stereo and broke it. Someone else began to wail; I thought it was Hibari, because it sounded uncomfortably like 'waaaaaao.'

I focused on kissing Yamamoto. Despite being drunk, he was a pretty good kisser. And having his hands down my pants didn't hurt either.

In the morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I was the only one awake. I was also sprawled on top of Yamamoto, who was wearing his socks and nothing else. I did a quick check of myself. I had no shoes, no shirt, no pants, and my boxers were falling off my ass. Also, said ass hurt a bit. Yamamoto was snoring.

I looked around, the light hurting my eyes. The Tenth was half on the couch, half on the floor. He was using Kyoko's breasts as a pillow, and had lost his shirt.

Hibari was long gone; he'd probably left with Dino, who was also missing. Either that or he'd gone with Chrome, or Mukuro. I wasn't sure who she... he... was at this point. All three were gone though; whoever Hibari had gone with, they were probably still at it.

I wondered if sleeping with Chrome counted as a threesome.

Ryohei was upside-down against the wall, letting out an occasional snore. Near him, the okama was in a loose embrace with an unbroken lamp. Haru was fast asleep on the table, Kyoko's shirt on her face. Hana was reclining in a chair, out like a light.

Squalo's hair was everywhere. It was like a rug. He was sprawled across the floor, beer bottle in hand. Bel was giggling in his sleep, shirt stained with vomit. It was still funny to me, but I figured laughing now would be stupid. And it would hurt.

Then a few things clicked in my head, and I made a desperate attempt to not start screaming at the top of my lungs.

HA. See Gokudera, this is why we don't get roaring drunk. There will be more, lol. Also, they're about 22 in this fic. Lambo isn't there because he pisses me off. Also he's not old enough to drink. Same reason applies to Reborn, I-Pin, etc. Anyone who isn't there lol, is either not old enough or I don't like them enough.