|Blame It On The Alcohol
Author: Akela Victoire PM
What happens when you combine magic, rowdy young people and alcohol? Certainly nothing good could come out of that, right? Right... MAJOR alcohol-induced OOC-ness.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Winx Club & Specialists - Words: 332 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Published: 11-05-11 - id: 7525676
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This is a small three part story that I thought of when imagining the various Winx Club members and how they would behave if drunk. It was written while under the influence of some pretty strong sherry, so there's some alcohol-induced OOC-ness and major craziness in here...
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
"Come on girls! A party isn't a party without some good alcohol!" Stella pouted.
"Stella we can all have fun without getting drunk!" Aisha pointed out. "We don't need alcohol!"
"Yeah, sure. You obviously haven't had any Solarian brew. It's the best!" Stella exclaimed, holding up her bottle.
After finally beating Valtor, the Winx and Specialists decided to celebrate on their own.
They were all at one of Stella's many vacation houses celebrating. Music was blaring loudly and they were all dancing and having fun like normal teenagers, instead of fighting some bad guy with a bad taste in fashion.
"Come on, taste it Aisha! You'll looooooooovvvvvvvve it!" Stella said in a sing-song voice.
"Okay, fine. I'll taste it." Aisha relented.
"Great!" Stella pulled her over to the bar and threw her friend a bottle.
"Hey guys! What are you drinking?" Bloom danced over.
"Solarian brew- oh gosh! This stuff is great!" Aisha's eyes widened in surprise.
"Really? Let me have some!" Bloom reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle.
"Oh come on. You don't want to drink that soft stuff!" Riven came over and went around the bar, mixing various types of alcohol together.
"You want a Molotov!" He exclaimed, sipping some of his creation, which suddenly sent off a few sparks and bubbled omniously.
"Yeah, because drinking something named after an explosive is a good idea…" Musa muttered sarcastically as she and the others came over.
"Oh come on! This stuff is great! What can it hurt? We're not going to get buzzed off a little bit of alcohol!" Stella pouted.
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