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((LoL one is my grandmother's ring - R.I.P Mawmaw <3 - and the other is a silver ring made of a dried banana peel coated in silver It's pretty))

Alfred shrugged.
"Wanna watch a movie?" Alfred asked, wondering when Arthur was going to return home.

(( Both of those rings sound AWSOME! I have two stupid wristbands, one says " Love, Peace, Run" And the other says "The high is a lie!" Haha then I have a third that my friend got me for christmas that is purple and black and REALLY cool and it's SHINY!! :L ))

"I'm always up for a movie!" Kat chimed, dashing over to the movie box and picking out Batman Begins.

((Yeah my grandma's is a gold band with a dark royal blue (really big and square) stone on it :3 and those bracelet's sound awesome! I have a watch that i wear 24/7 and on my right arm is a big red band that says "hello my name is (like the name tag)" and then a Jamacia Irie bracelet i got in Jamaica))

Alfred sat down and started the movie.

.::An hour or so later::.

Arthur stumbled through the door, shouting something at someone outside, shutting the door noisily behind him. He coughed once and trudged into the kitchen, making no notice of Alfred and Kat in the living room.

Kat jumped a little when Arthur erupted into the house. She stood quickly, trying to see what kind of a drunk Arthur was. By the look of his blood shot eyes and grim expression, she guessed either an angry drunk, or a sad drunk.

Arthur muffled a curse when he failed to open the refridgerator, and Alfred helped him over to the couch.
"Get your filthy hands off of me you a-american git!" He slurred, flopping down onto the couch with a huff. Alfred laughed, glancing over at Kat.

Kat smiled a little, and looked down on the drunk brit, he was going to regret this in the morning.

Arthur continued grumbled things as he tried to work off his shoes, his fingers numbly fumblings with the laces.
"Need some help Iggy?" Alfred offered, only to have a shoe chucked in his direction. He could pick up pieces of Arthur's grumbling like, "Bloody git" and "Scotch overpriced", and all that.

Kat laughed once, then looked at Arthur with careful eyes. She walked over to him slowly and studied him deeper, "Ah, are you mad at me?" She asked. People were always honest when drunk.

Arthur snorted, scratching his chest.
"Bloody he** being mad is such a waste of energy.." He groaned, laying back on the couch. He grumbled something about being more mad at himself, but then spoke up again.
"What're you two lovebirds a'watchin'?" Arthur slurred, gazing at the fuzzy TV, not really realizing his own words.

"Arthur, go to bed. Me and Alfred aren't lovebirds. We're friends." Kat insisted, looking sternly at Arthur.

"MM..No im not tired, butt, thank'a for the offer, love!" Arthur said sweetly, scratching his head.

Kat looked at with a confused expression, "You take care of him. I'm going to bed." Kat insisted, pointing at Alfred and turning on her heel.

Alfred groaned and watched Kat walk off, before slipping his hands under Arthur's legs and behind his head, picking him up Bridal style.
"Come on Iggy time for bed!" He said.

Kat mental growled when she saw that, but she had no right to. She hobbled up to the guest bedroom and sighed as she layed down on the bed.

.::The following morning::.

Alfred woke up and made bacon, eggs and attempted to make scones, but failed and made pancakes instead. Arthur slept soundly in his room, not aware of anything going on around him.