05-Aug-2000
Category: Friendship, Humor
Rating: PG
Pairings: 4+3, 1+2
Warnings: Salty language, drunken bishounens
Feedback: C&C
Notes: Okay, I think I'll make this my last Mel story for a while. (I don't want you getting sick of her). So yes, this is part of the Resurrection Chronicles (which you can read on GW Addiction).
as usual '--denotes thoughts--'
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
"Trowa, want to help me plan a party?" Quatre said, with a sweet smile. He knew what the tall boy's answer would be, but like any game, all moves must be played out.
Trowa groaned. "What kind of party, Quatre?"
"Well, it is social season time and it seems I'm due to throw the party of the season."
This didn't make Trowa feel any better. "Will you be inviting the guys at least?" 'So I won't go crazy with boredom?' he thought.
"Of course, Trowa. Actually I thought you'd like to look at the guest list," the blonde boy said tossing a list that looked the size of a small phone book. "You might find some of the names interesting."
Trowa felt his eyes glazing over as he looked at name after name of socialites, businessmen, heads of states and ...
"You can't be serious!"
"Is there a problem?" Quatre asked innocently.
"There's no way either of them will come!" Trowa laughed. "Although it would probably liven up the party plenty!"
"Oh I hope they do come. I think we can guarantee they would liven it up!"
"Come on, Bill. I don't want to go to this shindig alone!" Mel pleaded desperately on the videophone.
"Mel, I'm sorry. I have sick kids to look after," Bill said. "Besides, I'm sending Margaret over there to help you get ready for this."
"Okay, why don't I take Margaret then? Most folks think I'm gay anyway, what's the difference?"
Margaret walked over to where Bill was on the phone. "Sorry, Mel, you're not my type. Just hang on, I'll be over before you know it."
Mel sighed with resignation. "This is really going to suck guys."
"But you'll get to see Trowa and Quatre," Bill reminded her.
"Quatre will be on party host duties and I'm sure Trowa will be in tow. So it won't be like I'll get to see much of them at all," Mel huffed.
"Maybe you can make some new friends ... ones that aren't lowlifes and scum," Margaret said sweetly.
"Oh you mean like yourselves?" Mel retorted back, before paling. "I'm sorry, Maggs, it was reflex. I say stuff like that to Bill and I know he doesn't take offense but you're different."
"How so?" Margaret asked.
"Well, you're Saint Margaret. Anyone who can put up with Bill..."
"Hey!" Bill yelled.
"Is a saint in my book."
Trowa was helping Quatre with his bow tie. Quatre opted for a black tuxedo with a bow tie and cummerbund that was aquamarine and matched his eyes.
"How do I look?" Quatre asked for the fifth time of the night.
"You look beautiful. As always. Why are you so nervous?" Trowa asked curiously.
"I just hate throwing this big affairs you know that!" Quatre retorted.
"Oh. I just thought you were nervous about having Bill and Mel here," Trowa said with a small smile.
"What do you mean?"
"On paper it seems like a fun idea, but what if they do something that upsets your social standing?"
"That kind of stuff never mattered to me. You know that."
"True. But you have to admit they are a little rough around the edges," Trowa offered.
"Yes, that's what I like about them. There's no pretense in their words or actions," Quatre said with a smile.
"Dammit, Margaret," Mel blasted, "Why is it you and Bill insist on trying to make me look like a woman?"
"Well, Mel dear. Because you ARE a woman!" Margaret replied. "Now turn around and walk for me."
Mel did as instructed. "Maggs, thanks for the shoes, I can actually walk in these. I really wish you or Bill would come with me."
"Sorry, sweetie. It's seldom I get Bill to take responsibility for looking after the kids when they are ill. I get to do all the work. It gets draining."
"So let him look after the kids and come with me."
Margaret laughed. "Are you crazy? I have to check up on him to make sure he doesn't accidentally kill them with too much medicine or something! Why don't you ask one of your gentlemen ... um, never mind!" Margaret said blushing a little.
"Ah, yes you remembered. My gentlemen friends are not for social occasions. They are only good for one thing and it has nothing to do with standing upright!" Mel smiled.
"Well, maybe you can find someone at the party that you would like ... in an upright position ... talking!" Margaret stopped herself.
"I like my gentlemen friends just the way they are. Slightly stupid and ready to please. If I want to talk that's what Bill is for," Mel said.
"Well, try to find someone you like who is like Bill then," Margaret said. "Now, you're as pretty as a picture. In fact, I think I am going to take one. I can't remember the last time I've even seen you like this," She said as she fished for her camera in her purse.
"I've never looked like this. So yeah, you'd better take a picture because you'll never see me dressed like this again!" Mel laughed.
The party was in full swing. It was a large affair of several hundred guests. The gundam pilots with the exception of Quatre who was doing host duties stood in one corner of the room.
"Why are we here again?" Heero asked Duo quietly, but the others heard him.
"Because we like Quatre," Duo reminded him with a smile.
"Because if you weren't here, I wouldn't be here. And if I wasn't here, Quatre wouldn't be happy," Trowa added to the conversation.
"Hn."
Quatre walked over to the guys, "Come on, guys. Mingle just a little for me, won't you? These people love meeting the Gundam pilots. You're heroes to them, I swear."
"I seek to be no one's hero," huffed Wufei.
As with all pretentious social parties, guests are announced before entering the ballroom. So Quatre and the others heard ...
"MISS- {cough!}"
"Call me Miss again and you die, get it?"
"MS. Mel Tierney."
All heads turned to the entrance of the ballroom. A petite brunette with wavy hair mostly pinned up, wearing a shimmering, clinging periwinkle silk dress. Trowa and Quatre stood amazed. She was stunning. The dress clung to curves neither boy even thought she possessed.
After ten seconds of everyone staring at her, Mel did something she hadn't done since she was ten. She blushed. "Alright dammit, you got your gawk, now go back to your party!" She then stormed over to the bar.
"Scotch rocks. Now!" She practically yelled.
The bartender wasted no time getting her the drink.
"Mel, you look wonderful," Trowa said as he carefully approached her. "Where's Bill and Margaret?"
"Home. Sick kids," She said as she downed her drink, glared at the bartender and said, "Did I tell you to stop pouring these?" The man jumped and quickly poured another. Once she felt the burn in her stomach, she turned to face Trowa. "Hi, Tro. Sorry for being an ass. I hate parties."
Trowa smiled and sat with her, "You're not alone. I hate these things too."
Duo dragged the other boys over to the two seated at the bar.
"Trowa, you just going to desert us without introducing us to your pretty friend?" Duo drawled, putting on his best Maxwell flirt.
"Ah, at last. I get to meet the others, eh?" Mel said with a smile. "I'm Mel."
"I'm charmed," Duo smiled.
"God that line is older than Methusaleh's underwear!" Mel laughed.
"Really, Maxwell, where did you learn flirting from? 1001 Ways Not to Score with Women?" Wufei laughed.
"Let's see you do better, hotshot!" Duo challenged Wufei.
"Alright, now this is getting good. Duelling bishounens," Mel laughed. "Batter up!"
Wufei looked confused at her baseball reference and a little angered at Duo's challenge. "It is nice to know that Trowa has such enchanting friends. My name is Chang Wufei, but my friends call me Wufei. I hope to count you among that number." He took her hand and kissed it.
"Well, fuck! The delivery could use a little tightening up but you have gotten yourself on first base!" Mel smiled.
Wufei blushed at her course language, "I'm afraid I don't understand your references..."
"You didn't strike out, baka!" Heero stated. "Even I know enough about baseball to tell you that."
"You must be Heero Yuy, yes?" Mel's eyes turned to the Japanese man. "You look about as comfortable around here as me."
As if on cue, Quatre walked over to the group after having to do some social pleasantries. "Mel, I'm glad you could make it. Are you having fun?"
Mel thought about it. "You want the diplomatic answer or the truth?"
Quatre completely afraid of what the truth might be chickened out. "The diplomatic answer."
Mel rose from her seat. "I'm having a fabulous time, darling!" Then she kissed Quatre on both cheeks.
Quatre laughed. "Okay what was the truthful answer?"
Mel, still standing by Quatre said, "Well, I thought it sucked donkey dicks initially, but your friends are fun. So I'm having a much better time that I expected," then she pinched Quatre's butt.
Quatre flushed. Trowa laughed and the other pilots looked mildly surprised.
"Still find me enchanting, Wufei?" Mel smiled with a hint of evil.
Wufei found himself taking an subconscious step backwards. "Of course."
"Alright, the music has picked up who wants to put their boogie shoes on and show this gal a good time?" Mel challenged.
"..."
"If I get no takers, I'm just going to grab one of you," She threatened.
"Heero!" Relena Peacecraft yelled from across the room.
"I'll do it," Heero said quickly as he grabbed Mel and took her to the dance floor.
"Tro-chan, your friend is something else!" Duo beamed.
"Yes, she is. Just whatever you do, don't play any drinking games with her. You can't win," Trowa said, almost instantly regretting it.
"Can't win, huh? I doubt that!" Duo said, with an evil smile.
Hours later as the party died down and all the socialites were gone, at the bar could be seen Wufei and Mel arm wrestling and arguing with shouts of "Onna!" and "Baka" in the air. Trowa only being held up by the wall he was leaning against. Quatre nervously holding a bucket for anyone who needed it. Heero was asleep on the bar and Duo was trying to fight passing out.
"One morrre, Melllly mell," Duo slurred.
Mel, fresh as a daisy, looked at Duo, "What one more drink? You have to be kidding, you can hardly stand. And I don't endorse alcohol poisoning."
"You dink I can't handle it, ooonna?" Duo stood trying to glare.
Mel walked over to him and blew her breathe into his face, "Goodnight, Duo."
Duo began to sink slowly to the floor, "G'nite."
Wufei stared at the spectacle. "I can't believe you got them all drunk! You don't seem to be drunk at all, yet I watched you match them drink for drink!"
"It's a gift. Passed down from Tierney to Tierney. So am I still a weak onna?"
"Well ..."
"Let's tally it up shall we? In arm wrestling we're pretty evenly matched. You don't drink, but if you did, you'd have to concede to me. But I'll let you pick the next sport."
Quatre intervened. "Wufei, Mel. It's five in the morning. We should let everyone get some sleep, don't you think?"
Mel blinked. "Five? Really?" Then she looked around the room to notice everyone had left except for them. "Oops! I guess I should get the hell out of here."
"No, it's too late and you have been drinking. Stay here, I have plenty of rooms you can stand in. And you and Wufei can continue your battle of the sexes games tomor-- er, I mean later today."
"Okay." Mel smiled. "Need some help with the boys?"
Wufei stared at her. "What do you mean?"
"I think Wufei and I can handle it."
"I feel I should help. I got them this way after all."
"Okay. Maybe you can help me get Duo off the floor."
"No problem." Mel hiked up her floor length dress, cinching it at the waist so it wouldn't get in her way. With both hands she pulled the sleeping Duo from a laying to a sitting position. She pulled him again to an almost standing position before sliding sideways and gathering him over her shoulders in a fireman's carry. "Lead the way, and hurry he's pretty much deadweight for the moment."
Quatre and Wufei looked shocked before leading her to the nearest bedroom, where she flopped Duo down. He mumbled in protest but continued to sleep.
As they went back for the others, Quatre looked at Wufei and said, "If you hadn't guessed she's surprisingly strong."
"So I gathered," Wufei replied. "I'll will have to find a sport that will challenge her endurance over strength."
Mel hearing the strategic musings behind her, turned and laughed. "Bring it on, Chang Wufei. Bring it on!"
~OWARI~
(:./babaca/resurrect5)
