Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc [The American Exchange Program!]

Do Drunken Teens Dream of Drunken Sheep?

"Hey everyone! Me n' Daniel here! Who's ready to paaaaaaaartaaaaaaaay?!"

Cheers erupted throughout the dining hall, only fueling Ibuki's unparalleled enthusiasm.

"Awesome! Here's for my first song—it's called 'I popped out a baby but don't know who the daddy is!'"

Daniel, the Ultimate Drummer, looked pretty horrified on the kit behind where Ibuki stood, but it wasn't as if he'd had a choice—Ibuki let the first loud E minor chord ring out, and Daniel was forced to start.

Kyoko, standing by the doorway, was not amused.

"So this is music..." she said, a tad pale.

Sonia Nevermind, standing next to her, nodded resolutely.

"I believe she cited 'creative differences' as to why she had split from her old band."

Kyoko didn't care to think on that too long. "...Right. Anyway, it looks like there's a few people missing. If I recall correctly, you were one of the last people to get here—who did you see on your way here?"

Sonia thought. "I spoke to...Emily, I think, from Bayside. I believe she is on her way."

Kyoko's observant ears picked up footsteps, and she turned around. "Speaking of."

Emily and Siena arrived together, chatting and glancing around them. They noticed Kyoko and Sonia, offering small waves.

"Hey, you two. Are you guys the last to arrive?"

Emily shook her head. "No, Kazuichi and AJ are in AJ's dorm right now. They'll be late."

Kyoko smiled, relieved. "Since I've seen everyone else arrive, that makes everyone accounted for. It's not much, but it puts the mind at ease."

Emily looked at Kyoko, then towards Ibuki's makeshift stage, then back at Kyoko again, her visage tinged with concern. "You'll be joining, right?"

Kyoko shook her head. "I'm afraid not. Drinking in these situations would be rather unwise, wouldn't you say?"

Shooting Siena a knowing look, she replied, "Yeah. I would say. Siena?"

Siena laughed, her eyes crinkling up. "Fuck you. Where's the alcohol? I'm getting shitfaced!"

Sonia looked a bit shocked by the cursing, but of course, her regal composure never seemed to waver. "Byakuya had said it was in the kitchen cabinets. Some Baysiders have taken advantage of this already."

Emily sighed, waving Siena off. "You go on ahead. I'll go sit with Aoi and Sakura for a bit."

"You sure? You can come with me."

"Nah, it's fine. I'm good."

Siena shrugged, unbothered. "Guess I'll just help the others bring it out, then! See you when I'm plastered."

"Ugh. Alright."

With that, the two parted ways. Siena headed over to the hallway that led to the kitchen; it was a good way back from the entrance. By the time she got there, she saw people jostling in and out, bringing out distinguished-looking bottles and setting them gingerly on nearby tables. Nagito Komaeda stood by the entrance hallway, leaned back with his hands in his pockets. She couldn't put her finger on why, but something about the frizzy-haired guy rubbed her the wrong way. She squared her shoulders, steeled herself, and tried to go in without his notice. Nagito's eyes didn't miss much, though, and he tapped her before she could head in.

"So sorry to bother you. It's just...you have a little smudge on your face."

"It's paint," she said curtly, her brows knotting a bit.

"Ah. Right. I should've guessed you were an art Ultimate. Stupid old me." Nagito looked away from her eyes and down to the floor. "Seems I'm not good for much."

Siena's discomfort only increased. She took a step back and regarded him with suspicion. "What's your Ultimate?"

Nagito looked back up and chuckled, but it sounded hollow. His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Oh, me? I'm nobody special...I was just drawn as an Ultimate Lucky Student. Just like Makoto."

Siena nodded just for the sake of it. "Great. Well, see you around. I'm heading inside."

She brushed past Komaeda and headed in. What a creepy fucking guy, she thought to herself. I'm gonna drink just to forget that fucking conversation.

Once inside, Siena almost ran smack into two other girls from Bayside, both of them holding large bottles of a strong-looking vodka.

"Oh, hey," The first girl said. "Sorry 'bout almost running you over. You're the Ultimate Painter, right?"

"That's me," Siena said. "I'm the only one with paint on my face, so."

"Ha! You actually do. Funny! I'm Mary, Ultimate Public Speaker. And that alcoholic next to me—"

"Shut up, I'll introduce myself. My name's Lydia. Ultimate Lawyer. And I'm not an alcoholic! I'm German—we love beer. You know I can handle my liquor, unlike that dumbass next to me."

"You're holding vodka, not beer, you dumb asshat!"

Siena looked back and forth between the girls, who elbowed each other in the side repeatedly and laughed, their cheeks tinged pink.

Siena smiled politely, fidgeting a bit. "Well, it was nice to finally formally meet you guys. I'm gonna grab some of the wine."

"See ya out in the fray!" Chirped the Ultimate Lawyer, who grabbed the Ultimate Public Speaker by the crook of her arm, and dragged themselves out of the kitchen, the sound of their giggles echoing through the hallway.

Siena quickly made her way over to the cabinets housing her treasured booze, and saw row upon row of brand-name drinks that her family could only dream of getting drunk off of. She was at a loss what to choose until a hand reached in without warning, startling her.

"Ah!" She yelped, immediately withdrawing her hand. The force shifted a few bottles forward, and one precariously stood at the edge of the cupboard shelf, ready to fall and shatter. The intruding hand shifted it back. Siena turned to face the hand's owner, annoyed.

"You—"

She was met with Kuiper's sheepish-looking face. "I should've waited, I'm sorry," he admitted.

Siena let out a relieved breath. "It's just you..."

"Just me? Sounds as if I'm disappointing." He quirked a brow.

"No, no. I'm happy you weren't someone gross like Teruteru is more of what I meant."

"Oh, yeah. Fuck Teruteru. Want help carrying the drinks out? I hear—" he reached back two rows and brought out a dark-looking bottle, "—the Pinot Grigio is pretty nice. I might've had it, but I'd have been too drunk to remember I did."

Siena smiled. "So you weren't lying when you said you'd be getting plastered. I'm glad."

Kuiper adjusted his beanie, then smirked. "I'd never. C'mon, there's a table by Ibuki. What a way to get drunk, huh?"

"Amen to that!"

With that, the two headed out to have, in their opinion, a great evening that neither would remember.