This is not meant to be taken remotely seriously. All comments welcome nevertheless. I honestly don't know where I get these ideas.
Zelgadis was having a particularly unpleasant evening. Lacking any pressing affairs, Lina and the gang had stopped at a local tavern. Unfortunately, they were low on food, but they did have a copious supply of alcohol. Lina and Gourry therefore decided to fill up their stomachs with liquor since they couldn't fill them with food.
Then the manager, presumably sensing a few pigeons in his roost, offered them a chance to sample his new concoction, a canned alcohol he had dubbed "Sadder But Wiser". Zelgadis knew enough about locals and stills to not go within ten feet of the stuff. Unfortunately, the manager had implied that he would take it as a personal offense if they didn't try it. That got Amelia into the mix. Now, two hours later, she had shown her alcohol tolerance to be as abysmal as Zelgadis expected. She was currently trying to debate justice with him, while Lina and Gourry took turns insulting each other and belching.
Clearly, it was time to call it a night. Zelgadis got up with much seriousness and pointed sighing - making a point was useless unless the point was noticed.
"Zelgadis-san, do you need to pee or something?" Amelia murmured as he stood. He flushed momentarily, but recovered his poise.
"I'm going to bed. Quite frankly, there's no real reason for me to stay up and watch the three of you get more and more inebriated."
The response wasn't quite what he'd hoped.
"Does Zel even need to pee? I mean, he is a golem-chimera-thing."
"Yeah. We don't even know if he's equipped or anything. If he's a statue... well..."
"You two don't say such things about Zelgadis-san! He's as male as anyone else!"
"Hehehe... you'd certainly know, after all the times you've landed on his - "
"Lina-san!!!"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Zel was having difficulty now not turning cherry red. He should have known that trying to reason with them would be useless. Instead he stoically said, "You three need to learn to grow up." After which he ascended to his room, ready to forget this day ever existed.
Lina peered after the angry chimera, then sank back down to her chair. "Che... guy can't ever relax."
Amelia wasn't as quick to turn away. "Zelgadis-san..."
Gourry was still confused. "What did you mean about Amelia falling on..."
Lina whacked him in the head. "Enough! That's not the issue anymore. Zel's such a party pooper these days! Every time we relax and try to have fun he's always saying "Grow up!" or "Get serious!" Why should I want to be as serious as him!"
Lina's rant was interrupted by her stomach growling. "Grr... oi, bartender, more of this But Wiser stuff!"
Three more drinks later, Lina was still grumbling.
"Guy's spent his entire life being all cool and macho... bet that's why he's so serious, he wouldn't know fun it it bit him on the ass!"
Gourry nodded, doing his usual job of agreeing with whatever Lina said.
"I mean, Amelia may be a tight-ass too at times..."
"Hey! Lina-san, you're mean!"
"...but at least she can sit here with us and party. Not be constantly on the go about cures or quests or stuff. I love adventure, but you gotta stop and smell the lilies on the way!"
"Roses, Lina-san. You smell lilies when you die" Amelia said pointedly. She was starting to feel a little sarky after all this alcohol.
"Whatever! Zel doesn't know what fun is. We need to explain it to him."
Gourry pointed upstairs. "He's gone to bed."
Lina got up, tilted to the left, then righted herself. "I know! That jackass! He doesn't know what he's missing! Oi! Bartender!"
The bartender came over smiling, two more cans in his hand. "Yes, miss?"
"You're a bar, right? You may be out of food, but there's gotta be something besides alcohol to keep people here..."
Zelgadis moaned and turned over, deep in another dream involving Rezo cursing him. He then came closer to consciousness after hearing a scraping sound by the door. Sitting up, he called out. "Who's there?"
The answer was a loud musical clash that appeared directly in his left ear. If it had been softer, it might have been called music. As it was, it was just a guitar riff of noise. Some sort of torture, obviously. Zel scrambled out of bed and reached for the light, but someone beat him to he. He was momentarily blinded by the glare.
That was when Lina screamed in his other ear.
"KICK IT!"
The guitar got louder, if that was possible. Gourry was holding it, Zel saw now, doing an adequate job of making it the most mind-hammeringly annoying thing he'd ever heard. Then Lina was in his face again.
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go!
Lina was positively reeking of alcohol, and had one of the tavern's cans in her hand. Zelgadis turned, only to find Amelia on his other side.
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
They were both grinning, and weren't so much screaming as shouting to the rhythm. Zel fell back against the bed, stunned at what he was seeing.
You missed two classes - and no homework
They were enjoying this, he could tell - Lina was taking sips of liquor between verses.
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
Suddenly the two of them grapped him by the neck and pulled him to their faces.
You gotta fight! For your right! To party!
Zel was on the bed now, as Gourry continued to play more of that annoying guitar riff. Why were they doing this? Merely to irritate him? It was working. Amelia grabbed him and forced a can into his hand.
Your pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
He threw the can across the room, but Lina merely handed him another one, winking.
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day
They weren't letting up, so Zel attempted to leave the room. Gourry must have been warned about this, however, and manoeuvred himself in front of the door, playing all the while. Amelia dragged him back to the bed.
Man, living at home is such a drag
Oh God... he just realized what they were doing. Lina grabbed his face and turned it towards her.
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag
"Lina-san!" Amelia burst out, shocked, but managed to recover long enough for the chorus.
You gotta fight! For your right! To party!
They had gotten annoyed with his condemnation of their evening and had decided to show him what a good time was. And because they were completely hammered, they decided to do it this way. Next time he made grand gestures, he'd spend the evening in a tree.
Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
Lina was at it again, shimmying back and forth to the guitar, barely able to stand vertically. Amelia slid across the bed, grabbing hold of Zel's hair moemntarily before she yelped and snatched her hand away.
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
They were totally gone now, not even waiting for each other to finish, just trading words back and forth.
Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"
They grabbed him simultaneously, Lina going so far as to climb on his shoulders.
Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!
Amelia, annoyed, climbed onto his back as well. "Hey!" he cried, stumbling forward, narrowly missing Gourry. The two were swaying back and forth, making him lose his balance.
You gotta fight!
They were headed for the wall. "Look out!" Zel screamed out.
For your right!
And then Zel hit the wall, head first.
Lina and Amelia had fallen on top of Zel, but barely noticed.
To paaaaaaarty!
Gourry finsihed playing and joined them, slumping against the wall.
"Whoooooooo!" Lina yelled, then looked down. "He's passed out."
"I think we smashed him against the wall, Lina-san." Amelia pointed out, aiming her hand in the vague direction of the wall behind her.
"Whatever," Lina shrugged. "The important thing is we showed him how to have a good time! Right?!"
"Right!!!" Amelia and Gourry shouted. Then all three fell back and joined Zelgadis in blissful slumber.
The bartender came up a few minutes later to rescue his guitar. He glanced over at the group on the floor, smiled, then turned to go back down the stairs. A hand clutched his ankle, however."
"Oi," a muzzy Lina murmured. "What's in that canned stuff anyway?"
The bartender smiled. "That... is a secret."
Fight For Your Right (C) 1986 The Beastie Boys, whose new anthology inspired this.