Capital Seven! We have come to take your soul!

Drunken Adventure

By Becky B.

Adrian was starting to regret the day he picked up his first drum stick and banged away at a snare. If it wasn�t for that day, he would not have scurried to the nearest music studio and demand drumming lessons. Then he would not have played at the drumming competition. Therefore, Beck would not have seen him and stalked him to play in his �band�. The consequence of that being Beck�s victim of �fun�.

�Beck, I am not, I repeat, NOT, doing karaoke with you!� Adrian firmly said as he was reluctantly dragged down the street by the zombie giant.

Adrian�s words passed through deaf ears. �Hey, there�s the karaoke bar!� Beck jerked Adrian into a dingy box of a place. The bar was more like a smoker�s ash tray than anything else. He could hardly see in front of him! The only light was that on a broken-down stage with an amplifier complete with CD input and microphone.

Beck greeted the few people in the bar with a dazzling smile and an enthusiastic hello. They seemed unstartled by this and nodded their heads at him. It seems they have had Beck here before and were used to his highly animated personality.

Beck quickly bounded off to one of the bar stools closest to the stage, twirling himself on it even though it wasn�t a twirling stool. Adrian swore Beck had an IQ lower than a retarded snail.

As if accepting death itself, the cat boy sunk onto the stool next to Beck and ordered himself a beer to drown out the endless banter of Beck. Then another. Then another. Then another. Soon enough the room was spinning and everything seemed laughable.

�So �en ay say to �im �wipe �er shoes off�,� Adrian slurred to Beck and laughed his head off.

�Adrian, you sure are drunk, aren�t you?� Beck asked with the innocence of a child.

��Er crazy. I�m no drunk. Sing let�s now!� Before Beck could reply, Adrian hobbled over to the stage and grabbed the microphone. �Beck! �ear me sing for you!�

The song started, and to everyone in the bar�s surprise, Adrian was good. For a drunk, that is. Beck seemed to enjoy it the most. He was clapping and cheering. All he wanted to see was his bandmate be a bit more sociable even if it was under the influence of alcohol.

At the end of the song, Adrian passed out. Beck knew nothing of passing out however. Being a zombie, he knew little of the ways of the body. Deeming Adrian just fell asleep, Beck picked him up and carried him bridal style down the street to his own apartment. Slipping Adrian into his bed, Beck crawled in after him. After all, what are friends for but to let them sleepover!

The next morning, Edgard was woken by yelling coming out of Beck�s room.

�Get the hell off me, you idiot!�

�But you�re so warm!�

�Don�t scream in my ear, fag!�

With some rumble and tumble noises, the room�s door smashed open and out stomped an angry Adrian with ruffled hair and bloodshot eyes. He stomped all the way out of the apartment.

�Edgar, what did I do wrong?�

Maybe today would be as good as any to teach Beck about personal space and harassment.