Author's Note: I always thought it would be hilarious to see Seto get drunk.
And I KNOW I'm not the only one.
And Aurora, as some may know, is my OC.
Please don't diss her.
Enjoy.
Oh, and it gets a bit gross at the end, but keep in mind that Kaiba is totally wasted, at that point.
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"Well, mutt, we are here at this club to study everyone's reactions to drugs, alcohol, terrible sex, and unnecessarily loud music."
"But... I don't care bout the Health class we gotta do! I don't like it 'ere!"
"Well, I do not personally care. Besides, this might be highly educational."
Joey looked around nervously.
Multicolored, pulsating lights.
Loud music blaring out of ten-feet long speakers.
Sweaty, half-dressed people dancing/grinding on each other.
Yeah.
Really educational.
"What was Mrs. Maggio thinking? Oh, yeah, she's Mrs. Maggio. She doesn't think."
Kaiba chuckled.
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. WHOA. WHOA. Did I, the mangy mutt who you treat like dirt, just make the mighty Seto Kaiba LAUGH?"
"I don't treat you like dirt!"
Joey put his hands on his hips.
"I treat you lower than dirt."
Joey scoffed.
"That's what I thought."
Joey liked the song that was playing, he realized.
So much, that he started to sing.
L-L-L-Lookin' up North,
Why you touchin' down South?
I'm sayin' where I want it
So you takin' it out
"Who sings that?"
"Iggy Azalea!"
"Yeah, let's keep it that way."
"Oh, ha-ha." Joey said sarcastically, but still smiling.
"Do you like makin' me laugh, Kaiba?"
"Hmph."
"Heya dudes!"
Joey smiled.
Kaiba smirked.
In unison, they thought, 'Aurora!'
A redhead lazily walked over to them.
"Hey guys. How are you doin'?"
"Hey, Aurora!"
"Hello, Di Angelo."
"Well, well, well... I didn't think I'd ever see you in a club, Kaiba."
"Its for a project."
"Of course. Nothing else is worth the great and mighty Seto Kaiba's time."
"Indeed. I told you to meet us thirty minutes ago. You're late."
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