Um, I don’t really know what this is. I was surprised by how many people liked "G-Boys and Boxers", so here is yet another pointless ficcie. Poor Heero! ::Evil grin::

Disclaimer: The G-Wing boys don’t belong to me. Wish they did. The song snippet is "Good" by Better Than Ezra. I don’t claim to own that either.

Warnings: um…more stupidness? Some shounen ai too.

Tell me whatcha think. It sucks doesn’t it? Feedback please. All comments, (even the flames), will receive a reply. Firefly867@aol.com

--Ray-Chan

Heero woke with a splitting headache. An involuntary groan escaped his lips before he could stifle it. He sighed. Apparently hangovers effected even the Perfect Soldier.

Glancing about the room and noticing a certain braided pilot was missing, Heero slowly rose from the bed, wincing at the pain in his head. After making a mental note to kill his lover when he saw him next, Heero began to stumble to the bathroom for ANYTHING to take the headache away, when Duo bounced brightly into the room.

"Hello, Sunshine!" he chirped, grinning like his maniac self. "It’s 1:00 in the afternoon. I thought you were never gonna wake up. Figured I killed you." His smile widened. "So, how did you sleep?"

Heero leaned on the bathroom sink for support.

"Duo, omae o korosu."

Duo began to laugh. "You weren’t saying that last night."

Heero stared puzzled at Duo.

To his dismay, Heero couldn’t recall much of last night’s activities. He vaguely remembered Duo forcing him to join in a drinking game of the braided boy’s own creation called "Get Heero Drunk". Heero narrowed his eyes.

"What happened last night?"

Duo’s laughter broke off abruptly.

"You mean you don’t remember? Oh, this is just TOO MUCH!"

Heero lunged at him, but Duo slipped deftly away from his grasp, smile never leaving his face. He ran to the bedroom door and paused.

"Gotta hand it to you, Hee-Chan. You really know how to cut loose."

After blowing a kiss to his stunned lover, Duo was gone, leaving Heero all alone once again.

*******

"WHERE is that Tylenol?"

Heero was groping around in the kitchen’s vast medicine closet when in came an equally groggy Quatre. Heero was just about to ask if they needed to buy some more Tylenol when a rumpled pair of black spandex and a green tank top hit him in the face. He pulled the garments away to see Trowa entering and give a small peck on the cheek to Quatre before grabbing a nearby pot of coffee. Heero looked down at the clothing.

"These...these are mine."

Trowa grunted.

"You left them in the living room last night."

Quatre poked his head out from the cereal cabinet.

"I guess you took them off and forgot to put them back on." He chuckled softly. "That really was quite a scene, Heero."

Heero froze.

He decided AGAINST asking what had happened. They would probably only laugh like Duo did. He left the room, still without his Tylenol and still without any answers.

*******

Walking back upstairs, Heero caught sight of Wufei reading in his room. Surely the calm Chinese pilot would tell him what was going on.

Heero knocked tentatively on the door.

"Wufei, Could you..."

"BwaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Heero shrank back in confusion. Wufei was LAUGHING at him?

"Heero, I-WhaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Wufei had fallen off the bed and was now clutching his stomach as he rolled on the floor, still laughing his head off. Heero scowled and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Heero stalked down the hall. He could still hear Wufei laughing behind him.

*******

Heero was thoroughly agitated now. What had he done that was so terrible it made everyone he saw LAUGH at him? He needed to know…but how? He had tried asking. That got him nowhere. Then it occurred to him. The security cameras! Each room had them. All he had to do was look for the right one.

He quickly made his way down to the security room, carefully...uh... "subduing" the guards in typical Heero Yuy fashion. He sat down and began to search. He found what he was looking for soon enough.

11:37 p.m. The monitor flashed as Heero pressed the play button. He couldn’t believe it...There he was. Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier…dancing on Quatre’s coffee table in his underwear! He paled as the sound system kicked in. The singing was terrible, but unmistakably his.

Heero paled. He was NEVER going to drink again!