by Alleyprowler
Ring Ring Ring Ring.
"Yes." Trowa said wearily to his portable communicator. He had just settled down for a nice nap and was not in the mood for the person on the other end.
"Hi Trowa, it's Duo. You have to come to a party."
Trowa sighed. "Why do I have to come to a party?"
"Because if you don't, Quatre will get all upset and give me those big puppy-dog eyes and start to sniffle and get all pathetic and I won't be able to stand it for more then five seconds before I end up bawling on his shoulder and we'll both be miserable and you wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you?"
"I don't have a conscience." Trowa said coolly.
"Oh man! Where's your heart?"
"What heart?"
"There'll be booze." Duo said in a wheedling tone.
"I have a fully stocked liquor cabinet right here."
"And food."
"Cathy made me some soup."
"And girls."
"I'm gay."
"And music."
"I own over 300 music discs."
"It'll be fun!"
"For who?"
There was the sound of a minor tussle in the background of Duo's end of the conversation, and then Trowa heard Quatre's voice. "Er, Trowa? What's spin-the-bottle? Duo won't tell me. In fact, he won't tell me about any of his games. How am I supposed to play strip poker or quarters if he won't tell me how? By the way, what exactly is in a Blue Hawaii? It tastes okay, I guess, but it's like, well, blue. Duo wants me to drink something called a Sex on the Beach, but that sounds sort of dirty." There was a giggle. "Oh, now he wants me to have a Screaming Orgasm." There was a squeak. "Oh, Allah, I didn't mean it that way! I can't believe I said that! I must be getting drunk. I've never been drunk before, and now Duo wants me to play something called Truth or Dare..."
Trowa had gone noticeably pale and his mouth was hanging open. "Quatre, don't drink anything, play any games or remove a single article of clothing until I get there. I'll be by in ten minutes."
(Meanwhile, back at Duo's house...)
Quatre shut off his communicator with a smug grin on his lips and turned to his companion.
"Did he swallow it?" Duo asked with mischief shining in his eyes.
"Hook, line, sinker, rod and reel." Quatre confirmed.
"Yee-haa!" They smacked their palms together in a victorious high five and dove back into the party, laughing like loons.
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