A/N: I can write humor, too! ... Maybe.

Constructive criticism appreciated, although I know there's not a lot to say about something so short.

Lloyd stared into the cup placed before him, a perplexed expression upon his face. Something just wasn't right here...

"Well? Didn't you say you were thirsty?" questioned his friend cheerily. He could almost feel Zelos' intent gaze burning into his skin.

"Yeah," he replied honestly, "I was—I am. It's just..." Lloyd absorbed himself in the task of tipping the glass from one side to the other, thereby sloshing the liquid around. Zelos rose a brow in his direction, and the teen shrugged uncertainly as he placed the glass back down.

Zelos heaved a sigh, "You've gotta be kidding me. I go out, scour the town for some freshly-squeezed orange juice for my hunny... and he denies me?"

"What?" Lloyd stared incredulously at the red-head. "I'm not denying you. I'm denying it—or wait, not even. I'm just..."

"Just?"

"... Just checking out the compost, that's all!" With a firm nod of his head, Lloyd reaffirmed his statement.

"W-what?" Zelos' facial expression morphed from confused to downright depressed. "So, that's the way it is, huh?"

Lloyd blinked at him, that ever-present uncertainty creeping up on him. "Uh, yeah!"

"I get it," the red-head began in a monotone whisper. "You think my orange-juice is shit!"

"N-no, that wasn't what I—"

"I spent all morning rushing around—"

"—didn't mean it like that—"

"—here and there, this diner and that, just for this—"

"—come on, you've gotta listen—"

Zelos halted Lloyd by pressing a finger to his lips, "No, you listen. I worked my ass off for this, and you're gonna drink it. No excuses."

"But—"

"No."

"Can't I—"

"No, you can't."

Frustrated, Lloyd raised his hands above his head in mock-surrender, "Fine!"

Zelos smiled. "Good. Now drink."

Cautiously, Lloyd wrapped his gloved hands around the cup, and lifted it to his lips. Then, he slowly tipped the glass so that only a tiny bit would trickle into his mouth. After it'd been downed, he blinked in surprised, and smacked his lips, savoring the taste.

Zelos was still smiling. "Good, huh?"

"Yeah," Lloyd chirped as he prepared to take another drink. This time, it was more of a gulp. It tasted just as good as the first sip, and induced him into hastily downing the rest of the cup. Again, he smacked his lips, and even licked them of any residue, before putting the empty glass down.

Zelos was still smiling that same smile. Lloyd felt a peculiar prickle at the back of his head as he realized much too late that this smile was not a good-natured smile. Oh, no. This smile was laced with smugness and devious intent. It was so downright evil, it almost scared him. But, why...?

Suddenly, Zelos maneuvered behind Lloyd and began to enthusiastically slap his back, "Welcome to manhood, hunny! Your first alcoholic beverage!"

...

Lloyd never thought a human could possibly barf up so much at once.