This was the strangest weekend of my life. Aptly made suck by my friends who are standardly referred to as the Tamers. Most of what happens in this chapter happened irl… I just elaborated once the second person got drunk and also I replaced the two girls that were present with Ryo and… er, I guess I did leave Jeri in… and add Ryo randomly, because I just totally cut out the part the Rika girl (and me on the phone with her) were playing. Alcohol use warning, and note that most places in Japan the legal drinking age is 18 so there are no illegal activities in here.

"I still think Rika would kill me if she knew I'd gone through with this…"

"Ah, relax would ya? I know very well that she's going to be doing practically the same thing next weekend," Takato argued back, tossing Henry another soda. Open, again, and slightly suspicious tasting. Henry had asked them to at least not to make him drink anything alcoholic… which meant everything he drank was most likely spiked.

"How would you know that?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at the still goggle-clad boy.

"Because I organized it," his fiancé responded instead. Both boys jumped at the sight of Jeri, having assumed that, it being a bachelor party, no girls would be present. No Digimon was a given… Terriermon drunk was a scarier thought to Henry than even Takato such.

"Oh, that's real comforting. I'd kind of like her alive for the wedding…" he sighed and gave in to the fact that he was *not* getting anything non-alcoholic if any of the others had a say in it, and gulped most the soda down at once. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Someone had to drive you all home. I'm worse off about alcohol then Kenta," she shrugged, motioning to the boy who had been knocked out cold by not quite half a beer, and was now sprawled on a beanbag. They were all in the recently electricity-equipped bunker in the park, that had once been Giulmon's surrogate home. A mini-fridge, sound system (complete with sound effect machine), disco light, loveseat, large hanging punching bag, and about a dozen beanbags had also been added over the years, in approximately reverse order, after they'd gotten some wiring in the place.

"Well, that's really too bad," Takato mumbled, sweatdropping as he watched her take another sip of her soda.

"Hey, as long as you're trying anyway, hand me an actual beer. I don't feel like being half-sober the whole night," Henry interrupted, snatching a can from Takato and gulping it down quickly.

"What makes you say that?" she resumed, tossing the can into a recycling bin in the corner.

"It's a little too late. There isn't a Pepsi here I didn't spike," he grinned, placing his hands firmly on the wall behind where he sat on the loveseat's back, preparing to launch himself out of there in a moments notice.

"Oh well," she sighed, sitting down on the unoccupied of the mini-couches too arms. Both she and Takato sighed heavily as they watched Kazu finally stop trying to revive the near unconscious Kenta and begin dancing rather poorly to whatever song was on at that moment. Takato grinned and jumped up, wandering over to the sound effects machine and pressing the laugh-track button. Ryo, upon hearing the sound, ran over and began telling purposely bad jokes, mostly cheap shots at Takato, and playing the false laughter after every punch line.

Suddenly, Henry looked up and scanned the room with glazed eyes, tilting his head to one side and grinning. He dropped a near-empty beer can to the floor, where it joined two others with a sharp clank. A thick fog outside created the illusion of a Digital field… a crisp January breeze blew…

But none of it was stopping the now far-from-sober Henry from suddenly yelping and running out into the park. All the conscious members of the room looked up and slowly sweatdropped as they saw him rush by again, moments later. "I think, that there was a very good reason he didn't want us to let him get drunk until he was already half way there," Kazu suggested, stopping dancing momentarily. Henry rushed by again, his vest floating to the ground behind him.

"That worries me…" Jeri mumbled, knowing what effects alcohol had had on her own boyfriend in the past. As Henry rushed by again about a minute later (they figured by now that he was running up and down the eighth of a mile path in front of the bunker), Ryo pressed the laugh track button on the sound system. Takato looked up at him and shook his head.

"That worries me more…" he added, then sighed and took off out the door in hopes of catching his drunk friend. Forgetting that he, himself, was on his third beer as well.

Next time they ran past, the effects had kicked in, and Takato was running, screaming for his life, from an overly-giddy sounding Henry.

In between that moment and when the two finally calmed down enough to come inside, put their shirts back on, and have another (despite Jeri's objections), Kenta had come to, attempted to have the rest of his can, and gone back out of it again. Kazu had managed to nearly trip over what long ago had been the hole to the portal in the meantime, and Jeri had managed to find something to cut out the rubber button and disable the laugh track option on the sound system. Takato suddenly dove underneath a pile of beanbags, leaving Henry to pace around the room, Ryo to begin getting himself drunk, and Kazu to dance. Jeri sort of sat there staring at the whole scene.

"Alright," she asked slowly, also giving in and sipping a beer… "How did we get ourselves in this mess? I mean, don't guys normally go to strip joints and Hooters for bachelor parties?"

"I wouldn't know," Ryo shrugged. "I guess Henry's just not that kind of guy…"

"Not too mention Rika could kill him in a heartbeat if she found out he did something like that…"

"Still… every guy has to have at least a small interest in stuff like that. I… have a mile long list of TV guys I like…" she shook her head a bit as her eyes began to glaze over. "Takato, you've got something like that, right?"

"Only girls instead, I hope…" Kazu, surprisingly enough, corrected.

"Yuh-huh," he nodded, popping his head up from between a bunch of beanbags. "So whad about you, Henry?" he asked, squinting at his pacing friend. Henry grinned slowly and leaned against the punching bag and started rocking back and forth.

"Well… there's Kari…" he smiled lopsidedly, before the others suggested he stick to real girls. "Ok…"

"Oh, Rika's gonna love this…" Jeri giggled, collapsing backwards on the couch and starting to write on her hand, planning notes.

"Jennifer Love Hewitt… Britney Spears… Lara Croft… Shakira," he grinned, continuing to sway back and forth, hugging the punching bag tighter and leaning back on his heals, continuing to list off well over a hundred actresses and singers over the next ten minutes. He stared at the radio as it played the song that was supposedly his and Rika's, falling silent until it was over. "Uh… Hoku, Michael Jackson, J.Lo…"

"This is getting strange," Ryo sighed, sitting behind the sound system and deciding it was best he leave the world of alcohol to the others.

"J.Lo had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, J.Lo had a little lamb, I think it was yellow…" he half-sang, hitting his head to some kind of beat against the punching bag. Jeri held up her can of beer and stared at it, squinting one eye in debate of drinking the remaining half can… not that it mattered, as the empty can at her feet illustrated. "I'll have some more…" Henry mumbled in a slurred speech, wandering over and collapsing half on the couch, half on Jeri, much to the partially drunk girl's dismay. Ryo stopped his debate at that moment and figured he'd be more prepared to deal with the others if he was in the same mental state.

Takato crawled out from underneath the bean bags, thus knocking the now halfway aware Kenta to the ground. Takato attempted to take a step forward and instead tripped over the beanbags, landing on Kenta. Kazu grinned and glanced between the two pile-ups, and, although drunk, realized his boyfriend's fragile nature and decided the setting on the couch was better for his plan. "Dog-pile!" he hollered, shoving the two already on the couch backwards and laying across their laps. Takato jumped up and leaped halfway across the room.

"Peanut butter!!!" he screamed, as he landed squarely on his fiancé's lap, which was currently located under Kazu's now-sore ankles. Kenta came over and, being the most sober of the group, gingerly sat down on top of the pile, which now resembled a heap of laundry mixed with Kazu's dead body (as he was practically sandwiched in…). An evil laugh alerted the out of it group.

"I…" Ryo proclaimed, stepping on top of the nearest speaker, "Declare YOU to be… POOKY!" he shouted, pointing at a slightly startled looking Takato. "And as for the rest of you… I will POKE YOU TO DEATH!!!" With those words, he took a flying leap off the speaker and proceeded to miss his target, landing instead on a pile of beanbags with his shoe hooked somewhere on the back of the loveseat. Almost as suddenly, Takato and Kenta tumbled to the floor as Kazu, who'd gone through nearly 2 six-packs by himself, rushed outside and threw up. Those remaining in the room glanced at each other as nervously as one can with glazed eyes. Henry was starting to look almost sober again…

"How about another so we forget we heard that noise?" he suggested, racing over to the mini-fridge and managing to trip right into it. He only *looked* half-sober.

"How about another one anyway?" Kazu yelled back, stepping back into the room, a bit pale and worse for wear but still fairly drunk looking.

"How about two more?!" Takato added. "I shoulda spiked the peanut butter too!"

"I'll just stick to the spiked Pepsi…" Kenta said a bit uneasily, stepping back and falling into the beanbags again, where he was soon joined by Kazu and a mixed six-pack.

"I have a message for you all!!" they all turned their attention back to Ryo, who was now on top of the love seat and appeared to have had a can or two poured over him, in addition to the half dozen or more he had drunk (and kept down, unlike Kazu). "BANANAS!!!" Jeri stared for a moment, as the rest of the room blinked, then looked at her half-gone fifth can.

"PEANUT BUTTER!!" Takato screamed back, jumping enthusiastically on to the fridge after removing its contents.

"BANANAS!!!"

"PEANUT BUTTER!!!"

Jeri gulped down the remaining part of the can and opened another with a sharp click.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"-ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" Henry added, crunching another can beneath his foot shakily and standing at a triangular point to the other two.

"-UP!!!" all three the guys finished, running and meeting each other in the middle of the room, colliding and flying back a few feet. Ryo managed to knock over the stereo, ending all noise sources in the room other than ringing ears, Henry got launched out the door, still open from his and Takato's earlier escapade, and Takato landed in front of Jeri. Beneath her, and her very short skirt, more accurately… But, being drunk as she was, she simply dumped half a can of spiked Pepsi on his face and dragged him off into the recently re-finished part of the bunker that Guilmon had dug out personally.

"Yer common with me, Pooky…" she giggled a little more adventurously than necessary.

He and Kazu were quickly the only males conscious.

Once Henry re-awoke, only a few minutes later, the first thing he noticed was a very entranced Kazu and Ryo standing, staring into the back of the building where only the light of the disco light would reach.

"Waaazaaaap?" he chuckled, opening another beer for himself.

"Jeri's blood alcohol level and lots of things with Takato," Ryo managed to crack, as Henry turned his attention in the same direction as the other two and allowed his jaw to drop open and his eye to twitch. Soft footsteps approached behind them.

"What ever happened to Henry not being the kind of guy who liked this stuff…?" Kenta whined, in his standard 'this is immoral' voice. He was of course, right, but seeing as he was the only remotely sober one present, he was the only one who cared.

"I don't think they realize we're watching…"

"Well they're not truly *doing* anything anyway," Ryo yawned, shaking part of the glaze from his eyes. "She's too drunk and he's too into it."

"I’m hurt, Kazu… after all this time, you still are ogling at girls…."

"AH, C'MON DUDE!!!" Kazu yelled much louder than necessary. "Have a few MORE! IF YOU'RE still conSCIOUS, YOU'll like it too!"

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"Tell me again what the logic is in me talking to you at 11 o'clock our time? It's what, six in the morning there?" Rika sighed and questioned the girl on the other end of her cell phone's line, strolling through the park.

"Because it's 6 o'clock SATURDAY morning," she laughed back. "My parents aren't up yet, and you know quite well I'm not moving out and there until this summer…"

"I know, it's too bad you're gonna miss the wedding…"

"I'll watch the webcam," she responded. It was one of Rika's friends from America on the other end, about the same age, who was planning on moving to Japan at the end of the American school year with several of her friends. 'Besides, I can get Kaitlyn on the line too then, easier. It's actually eight there…"

"Hang on a sec, would ya…" Rika mumbled, freezing as she heard the familiar voices of the Tamer males echo throughout the park.

"What, a digital field or something?"

"No, my fiancé… can I call you…" she froze as she glanced into the bunker and saw several beer cans lying around, as well as Henry's vest, and heard a female voice scream 'pooky!'. "I'm really going to have to call you back. I might need to restrain something."

And there, on the punching bag, was a piece of masking tape with a single word written on it. 'Rika-chan'.

"The boy, is dead."

My god I think that's the longest thing I've written in ages. You're right, Rika, Days DOES break writers block… even if you don't have it! Hurry up on Carousel (so that's how you spell it) please chica! Sorry, Henry, for using the drunk you without your permission. Note to the universe… it stopped at the hugging of the punching bag, as far as I know. Everyone else, sorry about how odd that was, just review it anyway. PLEASE!!! Ja ne to heiwa, ai *sweatdrop* Lyra-chan!!! ^.^'