"Fuggggggggggo! I want to see your stand again!" You were back at it with your antics again. Fugo was your target for the day, and you were determined to annoy him until you got to see his stand again.

"(Y/n) for the last time. No!" You followed him downstairs, where everyone was lounging around and watching tv.

Mista, Trish, and Narancia were kinda leaning against each other on the couch, clearly out of it and uninterested in what's on tv. Bucciarati was on the phone talking to someone as Abbacchio got his daily glass of wine in at the table. Giorno was at the bottom of the stairs reading through a book as Fugo squeezed past him in an effort to get away from you.

"Giorno! Have you seen his stand?" The golden blonde didn't bother looking up from his book and replied. "Yes, I'm pretty sure everyone has seen his stand at least once, (Y/n)."

"What the shit! And you guys didn't make it a big deal on how rarely we see his cool-ass stand?!" Bucciarati shushed you from the entrance of the kitchen, causing you to let out a quiet apology as you climbed over the railing, narrowly avoiding the tv with your leg.

You could feel Bucciarati glaring daggers into your back as you stumbled a bit and almost fell. You quickly walked over to the couch and took a seat on the armrest, not trusting yourself to be near the tv for another second.

You eyed Fugo in the corner of your eye as he took a seat on the other armrest, next to Narancia. You pouted slightly before turning your head to look at Abbacchio and Bucciarati resting near the kitchen as the capo continued to speak on the phone.

You picked up small tidbits of the one-sided conversation like 'package,' 'boss,' and 'tonight.' Normal gang stuff that you could care less about. He hung up the phone as quickly as you started paying attention and looked at Abbacchio, who was down his latest glass of wine in haste.

"Abbacchio and I are going to be gone for the rest of the day to pick up and deliver a package for the boss. I expect everyone to not destroy the house while we're gone. Fugo is in charge." A few people groaned and looked at the new figure of authority in the room.

Without another word, Bucciarati motioned for Abbacchio to follow him out the door as he left for the garage.

Everyone sat there in silence until they heard the van leave the garage. You were the first to break the ice. "Can I please give your stand a head pat?!"

"(Y/n) for the last time, no!" You let out a long groan of frustration before falling off the armrest and onto Mista.

Mista didn't seem to mind the extra weight as floated around and argued about meaningless things that you couldn't give a single fuck about, mostly because a few of them were screaming by your ear.

"You could always interact with ;they always enjoy your affection, unlike someone." Mista was subtly mocking Fugo for not letting you see his stand, so as a man who uses every opportunity to his advantage, he decided his stand would be a better fit to entertain you.

"Yeah, they kinda are entertaining though." You rubbed one of your fingers against. and were having to hold back from attacking the poor .

You laid on top of the gunslinger for another minute while playing with the small floating before quickly getting bored and thinking of a way to entertain yourself for the rest of the day.

You nudged Trish and motioned for her to get Narancia's attention. Narancia looked over at you while Trish gave you a look of confusion. You glanced down the hall and made a single for the two of them to follow you as you sat up and grabbed Mista's arm.

"I gotta show y'all something." You jogged down the hall with the three of them following behind you while Fugo continued to watch tv. Giorno looked up from his book at the nearly empty room and stood up.

He could feel trouble brewing.

You closed the door to your room and gave everyone a big grin before revealing your grand proposal.

"What if we threw a small party; not a big one, but a small one. Bucciarati and Abbacchio won't be home till tonight, and we have nothing better to do." Mista and Narancia were immediately on board with the idea as they gave each other a shit-eating grin. Trish, on the other hand, saw many errors in that idea.

"What about Fugo and Giorno? You know they won't like the idea of people we don't know being in the house, and we don't have an exact time Bucciarati and Abbacchio will be back." She had a point, you'll admit that, but you already rubbed your remain two brain cells together and had a solution to the problems.

"It won't be people we don't know because it'll be a few members from La Squadra," Mista and Narancia let out a long groan at the mention of the hitman team. "and we'll be using the closet me and Mista share. It's big enough to hold a large group of people, and we won't look sus going into our rooms. Plus, it's really easy to sneak alcohol from the kitchen to our rooms."

Trish didn't object to the idea

and shrugged. "As long as you can sneak them in without alerting Fugo, we'll be fine." You silently cheered as Mista made his way to the shared walk-in closet and opened the door. He quickly flipped on the light and visibly winced at the realization of what the room's condition was in.

It was a bit messy with clothes thrown on the ground from the two of you not keeping it entirely tidy. The round seat in the middle of the room had a few hats and shirts thrown on it. The two mirrors in the room had necklaces, hats, and pictures messily place on them, and he could barely make out his own reflection from under the hoard.

"Yeaaaah, we're going to have to clean the closet first if we wish to even be able to house people in here." You stopped cheering and peaked into the room and grimaced.

"Damnit..."

The last few hours were spent with you and Mista putting stuff back and throwing dirty laundry into his hamper or yours. Trish and Narancia were given the task to break into the liquor cabinet and sneak a couple of bottles and glasses into your room without alerting Fugo or Giorno.

It was a simple task really. Just make the cabinet elastic and pull a few bottles out while the other got glasses. Then sneak out the kitchen's back door to the deck and sneak around the house before dropping the drinks off. Then sneak back around and grab snacks and walk out of the kitchen like you didn't just smuggle a bunch of alcohol into a closet for a small party.

"Do you think they'll be able to pull it off?" You questioned Mista as you threw a musty shirt across the room and into his hamper.

"Probably, but I wouldn't bet any money on it. Narancia is more likely to mess up, but Trish will probably be able to pull it off." You snorted and got on the floor and started throwing a bunch of clean clothes into a pile on the bench.

"Well, this whole plan depends on if they can pull it off or not." Mista hummed in agreement, and grabbed the clean clothes off the bench, and began folding them.

"Oi, don't talk shit about us when we're right in front of you guys!" Narancia whined as he walked into the room and sat a few glasses down with Trish coming in behind him with a bottle of wine and some other liquor you couldn't identify from the label being faced away from you.

"There's no way that's going to last." Mista gawked at the small amount of alcohol.

"I second that statement." You agreed with him as Narancia whined about being slandered by Mista.

"Well this is all I could carry without making a ton of noise, plus it really difficult to smuggled drinks in here without getting impaled on your bush outside your window." Trish frowned at the few shallow scratches she received trying to climb back into your room.

"Don't worry about it, I'll get some more later or have someone from La Squadra bring some more. Just focus on going back around and grab snacks." They both left the closet and climbed back out your window while you finished the last few finishing touches on your side of the closet.

"I'm finished with my side. I'm going to make my phone call while you finish up." Mista gave you a thumbs up before he continued cleaning what little he had left to tidy.

You snatched your phone off your nightstand and flipped it open before dialing the first number you could find that belonged to a member of La Squadra.

You heard it ring a few times before someone picked up.

"Yello?" You heard Illuso's voice answer on the other side while a few people argued in the background.

"I thought I dialed Formaggio's number?" You checked the ID and confirmed your confusion.

"You did, but he's a little busy at a moment." You heard something break along with more screaming. The screaming stopped abruptly with Prosciutto's voice hissing something out with venom.

"Sounds like he's having fun. Anyway, how do you two feel about coming over and hanging out? Bucciarati left the house, and I'm going to throw a small party."

You heard Illuso snort on the other end, and you imagined he was probably smiling in mischief. "What's the catch? There's no way it's that easy to come over without having your team hound us about arriving uninvited."

You let out a long 'eh' and glanced over at the closet. "Y'all are going to have to sneak through my window and stay inside a big ass closet. But we have alcohol and snacks." You quickly added the last part and impatiently waited for his response.

You could hear more screaming start-up in the background before you heard someone bark out something. "You had me at alcohol. I'll be over with Melone and Formaggio in a few."

Before you could ask him to invite everyone and bring more alcohol, he hung up.

You sent a quick text to bring more alcohol before tossing your phone to the side.

"Are they coming?" Narancia popped his head into your room with an armful of snacks while Trish trailed behind him.

"Even if they don't show, we can always drink all of this by ourselves and still have fun," Mista commented as he pushed your hamper back into your room. "I'm also done cleaning, by the way." You gave him a thumbs up and got off your bed.

"Now to figure out how to make sure Giorno or Fugo doesn't come in here..." You played with a few ideas in your head on how you could keep the two occupied.

"We could always make them answer to a password and pretend we're having a party by ourselves," Narancia suggested.

"They'll feel left out, but we can always invite them to the after-party." You finished for Narancia.

Now you had a way to keep the two out. Now you just needed to wait and think of some entertainment.

"Careful with my record player!" You hissed at Mista as he moved it into the closet with little care.

Trish and Narancia were picking out a song to listen to while you texted Illuso.

Funky: How far are you guys?

MJ: Just around the corner

MJ: Which window is yours again?

Funky: The one that looks really fucked up

Funky: Also!

Funky: Don't park in the driveway and park a little farther down the road. If Fugo is in his room he'll see the vehicle and possibly kill us all -.-;

MJ: Got it! See you in a minute ;)

You flipped your phone closed and got off your bed. "They're going to be here any minute; finish up on whatever you're doing and start blasting the music."

On cue, Trish put a record on the record player and dropped the needle on the giant disk.

"Oh damn, I didn't know I had this record." You walked inside the closet and looked around at the finished product everyone work hard on.

The glasses got replaced by disposable plastic cups since Mista pointed out that if we all got shit-faced then we were more likely to break a glass and that would make a lot of noise. You found a few card games and you ended up finding an off-brand Twister.

You looked around the room in approval and noticed Mista was already drinking before everyone. "Don't drink it all without us~!" You pouted slightly before grabbing a cup and pouring yourself whatever liquor was closest to you.

You took a small sip and let it burn all the way down your throat before you walked back into your room to see if Illuso was here yet.

Luckily you got to witness the sight of a cussing Illuso as Melone and Formaggio pushed him through the window as their clothes got snagged on the bush's branches.

"Stop pushing me damn it! I can get in without help!" Formaggio gave him one final push, and the brunette fell to the ground with a thud.

You snorted and watched as the other two climbed in without trouble and stepping over their fallen companion without remorse.

Melone was carrying a bag of alcohol, and Formaggio was holding a bottle of open beer already. "Damn, already drinking without me." You teased before Formaggio pointed out you had a cup of alcohol in your hand already. "Like you have anything to say, you hypocrite." He joked.

You rolled your eyes and motioned for them to follow you into the closet. Illuso was the last one inside before you closed the door.

"Welcome to your paradise for the next few hours! We'll be drinking and playing games till Bucciarati is back. Also, if you're still drunk by then, then you're spending the night because you're not driving home drunk."

"Fair enough," Formaggio commented before taking a seat on the floor by the bench of alcohol and cups.

Melone unloaded the bag on the chair and quickly made himself a cup of wine while Illuso grabbed a bottle of beer from the pack Formaggio opened before the party.

"What the first order of business, (Y/n)? This was your idea, so this is your party." Mista commented before taking another sip from his cup.

"We're playing Twister!" You walked over to the box, and with much practice from sheer boredom, you kicked the box into the air and caught it.

"Really simple game and you take a sip every time you put your hand or foot on a new color. You take an estimated shot if you fall."

Everyone was down to play and you quickly sat up the mat.

Two teams with three people on each team. You had Trish and Melone on your team and Formaggio, Illuso, and Mista on the other team.

About into the second round, everyone was already struggling to get their hand or foot onto a new color and were having to reach over at least one person, except Mista, who was alone in the middle of the mat.

Formaggio was having to reach over you and Trish to get his left hand on a green spot. You had your right hand on a blue spot and left foot on a yellow spot, which you kept awkwardly close in an effort to make Formaggio's life harder.

"Melone I swear to fuck I will kill you if you kick me!" Illuso was screaming somewhere from the bottom of the mat as Melone laughed.

"Formaggio, right foot yellow!" You heard said man groan from above you as he tried to move his leg forward and onto the spot your left foot was resting.

"Can someone hand me my drink? I'm having trouble reaching it." Formaggio was trying to grab his bottle of beer that was behind him.

"Should've kept it near you like I did~" You held your drink with your left hand as you tried to keep your balance.

You heard him grunt as he tried to reach for his drink right behind Trish. You ended up setting your drink own down beside the mat and inched the drink slightly towards him before almost losing your balance.

"Shit!" You quickly caught yourself and stopped moving while a few tried not to laugh in fear of losing their balance.

"The last time I try to pitty move a drink for someone." Narancia ended up getting off the floor and handing him his drink, so he could take a swig and continue to game.

"(Y/n), right hand on blue!" You looked down at your right hand that was already on blue and moved it down a spot.

"Easy!" You grabbed your drink and took a sip before coughing from swallowing it awkwardly.

"Hey, now that I'm thinking about it... what do we do if both of our hands are occupied with a color?" Melone voiced his concerns when he realized both of his hands were on the mat, and his drink was sitting right in front of him.

"Pick it up with your mouth and pray that you don't spill it." You wiggled your drink in your hand mockingly, not realizing how difficult it is to pick up a drink with your mouth and somehow take a sip without spilling the beverage everywhere.

"I regret not buying twisty straws..." The lilac-haired male sulked at the end of the mat while Illuso laughed at his misfortune.

"Mista, left foot on red!" You could see Mista's foot come into view as he moved it back and awkwardly sat it on a red circle. You could hear his drink swish around as he took a sip and set it back down on the carpeted ground.

"Trish," you heard Narancia spin the wheel as the girl waited nervously for it to stop spinning. "left hand on red!" You could hear her quickly take a sip of her drink and sit it down in front of herself before she reached under you and put her hand on a red circle.

"(Y/n), how the fuck are you so lucky to only have to deal with two circles still?" You heard Mista question your luck through a strained voice as he tried to keep his balance.

"The game is probably rigged." You joked, causing a few people to groan at the thought of Narancia not actually announcing their actual limbs and colors.

Not even a second later Formaggio fell on top of you and Trish, causing you to hold his weight as he laughed. He was trying to get both of you out of the game by dropping dead weight on your back.

"You're playing dirty!" You screeched as you tried to hold him on your back, so you wouldn't fall and break Trish's arm.

"Trish move your arm! I'm going to fall." The woman immediately got up and grabbed her drink giving you the relief to fall as Formaggio fell on top of you.

"Win the game for us, Melone." You held your arm out for him before dropping it. Formaggio finally got off you, and you took a deep breath of oxygen as he acted offended.

"Oh, come on, I'm not that heavy!" You flipped him off and grabbed your drink before moving off the mat.

"I thought I was going to die there for a second..." You joked while holding your drink up to the light to estimate how much you would have to drink for it to count as an estimated shot.

"Bottoms up ladies, you three fell!" Mista laughed, causing him to lose his balance and fall.

"Four." You corrected for him.

You threw your head back and took a big gulp of your drink before coughing from the burn of the liquor in your throat. You could hear Trish starting to cough as Formaggio laughed.

"I should've gone for wine instead of whatever I'm drinking." You croaked as Trish agreed with you.

"FORMAGGIO YOU SHIT HEAD! YOU DUCT TAPED ME TO MY BED!" You heard someone screech from outside the closet as everyone went quiet.

"Oh, shit-" On cue, the door slammed open with a screaming Ghiaccio that had a few strips of duct tape still hanging onto his clothes. Mista and Narancia were trying to shush him as you heard footsteps starting to thunder down the stairs.