3RD-PERSON POV:
Throwing down his washrag, Luigi glared down at the defiant plumbing underneath his client's sink defeated. He grumbled in italian under his breath as he fiddled with his toolbox, searching for his medium-sized wrench. He huffed, his frustration becoming too-familiar fatigue. He held the tool in his hand while staring off, sniffling a bit from the raggedy atmosphere. He stood again, and trudged back to the stubborn sink.
He had been working for around an hour more when Mario charged into the room gleefully. His hat sat lazily on top of his awry hair, and his overall strap on his left shoulder had fallen. Butting around the room like a rambunctious toddler, it was easy to see he was heavily drunk.
Luigi, focused on his job, had only heard Mario's slur of words and triumphant singing. He ignored him for the time being, insured Mario would see he was working and would leave him alone. Alas, to no avail, Mario flung himself on top of Luigi. This caused Luigi to hit his head on the countertop, creating a good-sized gash in his forehead.
"GAH- Mario, what the hell! What are you-"
He turned to see a goofed-up Mario. He became enraged.
"Mario, are you drunk?!"
Mario giggled, eyes glued shut. He hugged his brother's chest.
"Ahhh.. lighten up Luigi! I just.. I had a littl.. ahahaaa-" Mario slapped his brother's shoulder, holding himself steady.
Luigi shoved Mario harshly off of him, causing Mario to slam into the back of a small seating table. Mario lost his laugh, and looked up at Luigi confused.
"H-hic-Hey- why'd youuuuhhh..." Mario looked at Luigi's head. "Woah... killer cuttt.. when'd that happen?"
Luigi turned tomato-red, clenching his fists.
"Are you serious, Mario?! What is wrong with you?! You have a job! Why aren't you doing it?!"
Mario huffed and pouted like a toddler. "I'mmnn jus'... excited 'sall. C'mon, Uig!"
Mario went in for a hug, but Luigi pushed him away.
"NO, No! You said you would stop this! You aren't stopping, Mario, and at this point I don't think you will."
Mario backed up, his confusing turning into drunken sadness. His lip quivered, and his eyes welled. Luigi grunted.
"I don't have time for this, Mario!" He flung his hands up in disbelief. One hand caught the bridge of his nose, pinching it and he pressed his eyes shut.
"Uigiiiii- I'm sorryy-"
Mario flung himself onto Luigi once more, and Luigi gave up.
"I... Mario, it's okay..."
He knew it wasn't. Mario knew it wasn't, but he was too caught up in this new party lifestyle that he couldn't care at all. Luigi pushed Mario away.
"Just... let me finish my job. I'll be home soon..."
He glanced back at Mario, who was completely unaware of anything he just said. Luigi sighed, and watched Mario stumble out the door. Luigi grunted and put his washrag to his forehead, soaking up the running blood.
He put his weight on the countertop behind him, and slowly sank into it.
A BIT OF BACKSTORY:
The Lava Kingdom and the Mushroom Kingdom have come to an agreement. No more kidnapping, fighting or bickering as long as a certain trade agreement is set in place. While King Koopa did fathom becoming the world-ruler, he had come to give up due to the stubbornness of the people (Mario and Peach mainly.) This left not much for Mario to do, although his fame still stood. People still loved Mario like the hero he was, so that fame soon led to bad influence. While Luigi did not mind a bit of partying, it had become to commonly known in his brother's life now. He knew Mario was his own person, but, it was hard to see him go from such a unique and powerful person to someone who was easily influenced and pushed through.
A/N:
I have never played a single Mario game in my entire life, I pray this book turns out.
