F: Fail

When someone yelled "Hold my beer and watch this!" it usually never ends well.

Especially when this person is a certain albino, hanging out with a perverted Frenchman and an oblivious Spaniard in a club.

Eliza was at home, thinking Gil was with his brother, not watching pole dancers.

Well, she was very wrong.

"H-hold my beer...T-Toni watch this!" Gil slurred, looking drunk, handing off his beer.

He even had the tie around his head, the universal sign of a drunken man. To top it off he jumped upon the table.

"Mon ami, what are you doing?"

"BEING AWESOME!" he yelled as a new song came on. He then began jamming out on air guitar, catching attention from all over the bar.

Antonio watched amused and Francis took his phone out, being a good friend and not stopping Gil's drunken actions, just preserving them so he could torment him later.

Doing basically everything a logical drunk would do, he jumped a few tables and went over to the DJ, pushing him out of the way.

"I-I got this..." he muttered, flipping through songs.

Francis got closer and Gil smirked, finding what he wanted.

Antonio watched from the table, confused until he heard song lyrics.

"My girlfriends a dick magnet, my girlfriends got have it,

she's hot, can't stop, up on stage doing shots,

Hit the money, ring the bell,

Get her drunk she'll scream like hell.

Dirty girl getting down, dance with guys from outta town,

grab her ass actin' tough, mess with her she'll fuck you up

No one really knows, if she drunk or if she's stoned, but she's coming back to my place tonight!

She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat, she likes to pull my hair when I make her grit her teeth, I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end.

There's no doubt about it she's a bad bad girl-friend"

(Bad Girlfriend: Theory of a Deadman)

Gilbert sung along with it then screamed at the instrumental, with a picture perfect 'a-ha' moment face

"THAT'S ELIZA FOR YOU! SHES SECERTLY A SADIST TOO! ALL INTO BDSM!"

Francis whistled lowly, having filmed this all. He wasn't so sure if Gil was just that drunk or if his Hungarian was really that fun. He just may have to find out.

She did like hitting him a lot come to think of it...

Gil skipped away from the DJ's stuff, the bouncers leaving him be since he was amusing the entire bar.

Francis was laughing his ass off, and Antonio was grinning at his pale friend, who decided to join the dancers on stage.

Antonio was a little buzzed, and of course rather dense, so without seeing any harm, he just had to send that to Eliza. He snapped the picture and sent it, then watched as the three dancers and Gil started rocking out.

Eliza was half asleep on the couch when the phone went off. Thinking it was Gil, she sat up and looked at it, surprised to see it was Antonio.

Opening the text with the picture her face grew red in anger.

"Oh he is so dead!" she growled grabbing her car keys and storming out the door.

Francis meanwhile was sitting by the stage and yelled "Strip!"

Gil didn't hear who said that, just the words, but it sounded like a good idea to him.

By this point half the occupants were filming the albino's antics, and he didn't disappoint, swinging around on the nearest pole, smirking and shedding his hoodie, slowly stalking on the stage, teasingly running hands over his clothed chest.

Francis' eyes widened, still filming. Antonio was watching with maybe a little bit too much enthusiasm.

Grinding on the pole he slowly pulled his shirt off, tossing it into the crowd.

It was at this moment, Antonio found himself staring intently. Francis wolf whistled, and a steaming Hungarian burst through the doors.

Gil had walked to another pole, with some difficult, hanging upside down, still in his boots and jeans. He smirked and run his hand on his chest towards his pants, before he caught sight of his girlfriend.

Drunk or sober, his mind worked enough to know he was in some serious trouble.

That's when he lost his grip on the pole and slid down, hitting his head, then fell flat on his face.

Francis sniggered "Fail."

Gil groaned, but Eliza had no sympathy for him, jerking his by his hair off the stage and to his feet.

He grinned stupidly "Hallo!"

She smacked him across the face and he pouted "Lizzy! That's not nice!"

Francis snickered, still filming this, with every intention of posting it on YouTube.

She grabbed his hoodie from the stage and shoved it at him "Put it on if you enjoy living." She growled

He thought about not listening, but her glare scared him a bit and he put it on.

"We are going home now!" she yelled dragging him to the door.

Francis stopped recording, and kindly sent it to Eliza before going to join Antonio again.

Gil blacked out in the car and when they got home Eliza dragged him into the house and not very nicely threw him on the couch.

In the morning when Gil woke he was aware of two main things. His head hurt a lot.

Then he realized that was only one thing, so he concluded his brain was still not functioning very well.

He groaned and sat up, looking around, his head hammering.

He found Eliza in the chair across from him, the coffee table between them and a laptop on it which she was watching intently.

"You, have over 5,000 views on YouTube." She said as she saw him move.

He rubbed his head "For what?"

"For your epic fail."

He walked over and sat next to her, and she replayed the video for him. His eyes grew wide and he bit his lip.

She was going to murder him.

"BDSM?!" she yelled making him wince

"I didn't know I knew that song..." he muttered

"BAD GIRLFRIEND?!" she yelled again

"Damn I make a hot stripper..." he said wincing again, totally ignoring her

She was about to yell again but he was convinced his head would explode if she did, so he leaned over and kissed her.

Which only worked for about three seconds before she bit his lip hard and shoved him away.

He groaned and rubbed his head, the fast movement not helping his massive hangover.

"Stop Liz..." he begged, just wanting to sleep again

"You deserve it!" she said, hitting is leg

"See? There's the S- sadist!" he smirked lightly, clearly not thinking because he was pushing his limits

Her glare was venomous and she snarled at him "Speak another word and I will tie you up and lock you in your room! You are all over the internet and I'm getting calls from everybody!"

He used his awesome selective hearing and only heard the first sentence.

"Found the B...."

She hadn't slept all night, she was tired, stressed, and pissed at him and in no mood to deal with this.

"Gil?"

He glanced at her

She smacked him with her pan and knocked him out, letting him sleep off the hangover and giving her some much needed silence.

Scanning the comments on the video she chuckled "Yes, he does fail...he fails miserably."

She smiled and looked over at his sleeping form "But he does give some good entertainment."