| 9:17pm Already, there was much drinking in Blues Hall, particularly in The Emperor's room. About 15 people were sitting around, drinking beer and having a grand old time. The Emperor, having had only a few beers, was pouring shots for everyone else. Some had had more than others; he was thinking that it might be time to cut some of them off. Laughing, Adrienne said, "If you're going to eat, eat in moderation; if you're going to drink, drink in excess." "Fact!" added Anders as he grabbed a beer. Everyone cheered as Kayley and Nicole took their 5th shots of vodka. "Hey, Crotchworth, you want anything, bro?" The Emperor offered. "No, thanks, I don't drink," he answered. The crowd booed him unsupportively. "More drinking, less not drinking," Anders said, popping the top of his Bud. "Actually, some water would be good," Crotchworth said to The Emperor, who went to his refrigerator to retrieve some; unfortunately, his Brita was missing. Undeterred, he walked to his desk to get his water bottle. Oddly, that was missing as well. So he walked down the hall, knocking on doors, asking for water, to no avail. How strange, he thought, as he checked both the bathrooms and the kitchen for water. There was none. If there was no water, he thought, Crotchworth would be unhappy. No one should be unhappy, everyone needs to be happy. Plus, he thought, I'll get a hangover. And everyone will get sick all over my room, and that won't be good. While walking past a window, he say a squirrel carrying a Brita and a bag of ice on its back. The Emperor's stomach filled with dread. He knew what he had to do... Next Previous The Adventures of Pearlman |