Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Teaching Heero

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looked over at Duo. "Did I get that right, Duo?"
"Pretty much," Duo confirmed. A strange look flashed over his features, but he quickly hid it behind his usual maniacal grin. "C'mon, Wu-man, you haven't got anything against alcohol, have ya?"
"Uh, no..." Wufei muttered, struggling against the humiliated flush that was insisting on taking over his face. "I... I thought..."
"Well, hey, if you really want to, you can have some too," Duo offered generously. "I was just showing Heero some of the best mixed drinks... care for a 'slippery nipple'?" he asked casually, tipping a bottle into the glass in front of him.
Quatre managed to turn a strangled choke into a fair approximation of a cough, and Wufei bit his own tongue. "Absolutely not!" he gasped.
"What are you so uptight about, Chang?" Heero drawled in a bored tone. "Duo and I were just having a nice time, spending the evening together, and then you burst in shouting your head off. What's your deal?"
"I... I..." Wufei stuttered for a second, flushing bright red. "I think you've had quite enough to drink!" he finally snapped, striding forward and snatching the shotglass from Duo's hand. "We are in the middle of a war, not relaxing at a country club! Maxwell, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, for encouraging this kind of behavior -- and Yuy, I thought you were a real soldier --"
"All right, Wufei," Quatre cut across the beginning of what could have been quite a long rant. "I think they get the idea. He's right, though, guys; I think you should give up the drinking party and get some sleep. You might be needed for action tomorrow."
The smirk fell off of Heero's face. "Ryoukai," he sighed, and rubbed at his eyes. "Duo, my face has gone numb. Is that normal?"
"Entirely, Hee-chan," Duo assured him, as he began collecting the bottles with a sigh. As Quatre assisted one very drunk Perfect Soldier to bed, Duo grabbed Wufei's arm and dragged him out into the hallway.
"What's the big idea?" Duo hissed. "You were way out of line, Wufei -- and that was a personal moment! Do you have any idea what kind of trust it took for Heero to ask me for this kind of help? And then you come in ranting and raving and spoil it!"
"I'm sorry," Wufei said, taken slightly aback. He hadn't looked at it that way, but how was he to explain that he had mistakenly thought Heero and Duo were committing carnal acts in their room?
Duo shook his head in frustration. "Damn, Wufei! I was trying to get him drunk