'Sarcasm'

After slumming through all of the 'watering holes' in Hinata City and somehow surviving it, a mischievous pair of miscreants attempts to climb the front steps of their home while not falling off into the bushes.

However, when these two get totally 'shit-faced', safety is never a guarantee.

Attempting to support one other, our couple manages to stumble in through the front door with only a few minor scrapes and contusions.

Once inside, the giggling and ecchi stuff really begins.

Kitsune, at least, has the wherewithal to sit on the stoop before removing her shoes.

Keitaro though, as drunk as he is, stands there and tries to bend down to doff his.

"Oh, this is rather pleasant," says a smiling Keitaro slurring his words.

A perfect face plant finds him firmly ensconced amidst Kitsune's very ample cleavage.

"Nice landing, sweetie," says the ash-blonde sarcastically while enjoying where he has entrenched his face.

"Like very soft pillows," replies Keitaro not trying to move.

She too makes no effort to push him away.

Bringing his hands up and flexing his fingers, he gets a wide-eyed look from the Fox while latching on to remove himself.

"No bra," he comments mindlessly.

Some very satisfied moans from her as well.

Stumbling into the foyer after fixing their little clusterfuck, he grabs her by the waist while she wraps her arms around his neck.

"You want to go upstairs and get even luckier this evening, Kei-kun," inquires the sodden Vixen. If only for a moment, she enjoyed where his hands had been.

"Ah, to go where everyone has been before," he slurs loudly making a grand sweeping gesture with his right hand. (Gratuitous misappropriation and misquoting of well-known sci-fi tagline.)

Keitaro has a very stupid smirk on his face.

"What the…," begins Kitsune a bit put off, until she hears…

"Gotcha," he interjects breaking into an even stupider smile.

The Fox laughs and cannot get angry with him. Because for once, she is the one who has been 'had'.

All is fair…

'Guess he is really drunk tonight,' thinks Kitsune releasing him.

Wondering what is going on with her, he finally realizes through his Sake-soaked haze that she was serious.

Taking his hand, she leads up the stairs and down the hallway to his room.

"Fuck," he burrs still trying to get his bearings.

"That is the idea," she drawls sliding open his traditional door.

Stepping in, the two walk through the dark of his room as the kissing resumes.

Stripping each other becomes a 'comedy-of-errors' when Keitaro falls flat on his ass. Luckily, his futon was right underneath him.

Kitsune, whose balance is also bad, find herself right where she wants to be.

On top.

Much caterwauling leads to some very interesting proceedings in the darkened room.

The two even lost contact with each other somehow, as the after effects of imbibing mass quantities of alcohol has taken over.

"Right there," she screams when the two finally manage to figure things out.

Male grunting.

A loud, but very satisfied female shriek.

No afterglow as both have passed out.

Next morning…

The sun is up and neither of our hungover bedmates care right now.

Kitsune opened her eyes for a second and instantly regretted doing so.

"Did that, and paid for it," Keitaro whispers in a barely audible tone.

Snuggling into her lover, Kitsune just decides to sleep it off in his arms.

However, his sarcastic remark from the evening before still sticks in her craw.

"You need a shower," she hisses before falling back asleep.

He is already unconscious as her snide comment goes unheard.

Midday and the hangover pain subsides leaving the two finally able to wake up from their stupor.

Kissing and greeting each other, they then roll over onto their backs holding hands.

"What a night that was, eh Kit," muses Keitaro remembering very little of it.

Releasing his hand, Kitsune turns over on her side to face the man she loves.

Propping up on her elbow and resting her head in hand, she says, "Did you enjoy the trip, sweetie?"

The End