"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS," was being sang from across the park.

Marinette leant on her balcony railing to see where it was coming from. She could see in the distance, a stumbling Kim, with a red flag draped across his shoulders, as he was being propped up by Alix and Ivan. They were struggling with their large friend, he was obviously intoxicated, as they walked through the park towards the bakery.

Marinette had seen his posts on instagram the night before. The same red flag had been shown in the background, being held up in celebration. She knew now he must have continued his celebrations through the night. His last post was time stamped as three in the morning, and he had showed no sign of stopping. It was now one in the afternoon.

Apparently the football team he had been following from the English Premier League, had been waiting thirty years for this title, a title they had narrowly missed out on the season before. Lifting the cup on ninety-six points, Kim had described, it was a magnificent poetic coincidence, with each point representing each of the ninety-six people, who had tragically lost their lives. Kim had called it the Hillsborough Disaster, and after Marinette had looked it up, she determined it most definitely had been a disaster.

She smiled fondly at her drunken lifelong friend, he was passionate about sport. as he was now shouting "Mo Salah, Mo Salah, running down the wings," she decided to go down and say hello, and see if they needed any help.

Running out of the bakery, Tom thrusted a bag of pastries into her hands on the way out. "I was just about to go and see if Kim wanted to come and sober up in here." He said with a slightly amused smile, "take these to them and bring them back here, I'll get them a coffee ready." Her dad turned to start making a strong coffe, as Marinette thanked him.

Out on the street, she could now see Kim running around with the flag flying behind him in the park, shouting "pass the ball to bobby and he scores!" Alix and Ivan shared a look of being fed up, as Marinette approached them.

"Hey guys," she said cheerfully, "I'm guessing Kim is still a bit-"

"Pissed," Alix rolled her eyes, "he's still completely gone."

Ivan looked over to their friend who was trying unsuccessfully to complete a set of cartwheels, "you probably shouldn't have bet him he could still kick a ball straight."

Marinette stifled a giggle, while Alix shot daggers at Ivan, "I wanted a way of getting him out of my house!" She turned to Marinette to explain, "he's been at mine since four this morning, celebrating with my dad. My mum was getting really annoyed, understandably, so we tried to get him home safely." She sighed in defeat, "the only way I could was by betting him about kicking a ball straight. We couldn't find mine, so we needed to get his-"

"But on our way," Ivan interjected, "he's found three balls, all of which he has kicked straight, and now we can't get him home!"

Marinette was no longer successfully hiding her laugh, to Alix and Ivan's annoyance. "My dads getting coffee ready, we can eat these," she held up the bag of pastries in her hand, "in there too."

With the new lure of pastries, Kim happily bounded over and scooped Marinette into a bear hug. Lifting her feet off the floor, she laughed loudly as he carried her clumsily into the bakery, with Alix and Ivan keeping him straight as they went.

Earning a mixture of amused and bewildered looks from customers, Kim placed Marinette down rather delicately for someone who was still intoxicated. He had continued singing, this time he bellowed "you'll neeeeeever walk, aloooone," just as they managed to get him sat at a table.

"Thaaaank yoooou!" Kim sang as Tom placed his cup of strong black coffee down in front of him, "your Marinette is the best, isn't she!" Kim started drunk rambling at the amused baker, "she's smart, always has a great smile, and her parents own this bakery! Did you know," he started to whisper as if it was the biggest secret ever, "she even used to bring us treats into school," Kim swayed in his seat as he chuckled to himself. Alix and Ivan face palmed at their friend's antics. They hoped he was finished but he was not.

As Marinette went to get the cream for her coffee, Kim clasped her hips and brought her crashing onto his knee. "Adrien's a lucky guy!"

"Kim," Alix warned him, but he did not listen, Ivan rolled his eyes, as Tom looked awkwardly at his daughter. She was in no harm, and her laughing up until that point told him he had nothing to worry about.

"Kim, I'm not dating Adrien!" She laughed it off while blushing.

"Well," he said finally, pointing a finger to the ceiling, "let's hope he don't wait thirdy year like I did!"

Marinette got up off his knee, as her and her dad walked towards the counter.

Alix looked at Ivan, as Ivan told Kim, "you're only eighteen!"

"Yep," Kim agreed, just before his head hit the table with a loud thump, the flag still around his back. A gentle snoring replacing any singing or drunken rambling.

The three friends had a great afternoon as Kim slept off his drunken state. Not having spent much time together properly recently, they laughed loud and hard while sharing old memories. Once the jock had a woke, he quietly thanked Tom while nursing his head as the three left the building.

Tom shut the door behind them and locked up. Chuckling he turned to his daughter, "That man's right you know!" He beamed at a confused Marinette. "You're boyfriend is a lucky guy!"

"Papa!" Marinette groaned.

Her father ignored her as he knowingly continued raising his eyebrow, "wouldn't it be wonderful if Chat turned out to be Adrien under that mask." He smiled and carried on cleaning up as Marinette stood and pondered.

Oh. My. God!

Most of this you have just read was written early hours of this morning while I was some what intoxicated. Me and my partner most definitely did not have a cartwheel race across our lawn, and most certainly did not sing You'll Never Walk Alone ridiculously bad either...

Well done to Liverpool F.C. for finally lifting the trophy last night! it was amazing to watch. If you do not follow football then I hope you have enjoyed the Miraculous side of this. For the supporters out there! How many of you were also not cartwheeling round the place or doing some other silly celebration.

I love they lifted the cup on 96 points, yes breaking the century would have been epic, but for those 96 that were taken too soon, I feel this is a massive nod to those and the community.

This was drunken drabble I wrote, and I have now edited it while majorly hungover wearing an eye patch! Please forgive any mistakes.

Take it easy

YNWA

Lady Rhi X