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“Slime, can I have a drink?” Tommy asked, leaning over the wooden counter. Slime did not respond verbally, but a rather tall glass of… something, was slid over to Tommy.
Tommy should probably have been able to recognize the drink, since he and his husbands owned a literal bar.
But Tommy was honestly more focused on being spiteful against the other people at the wedding saying he shouldn’t be drinking.
Tommy was not a child! And whoever said that were total utter liars!
Tommy downed the liquid in the glass, much to both Wilbur and one of Tommy’s very own husbands, Tubbo’s horror. Tommy grinned at the two of them.
“Tommy! Don’t get drunk!”
“Watch me!”
Slime already handed Tommy another weird-almost-glowy-looking drink, before he even actually asked.
Probably having heard Wilbur telling him not too, and like the great slime-man Slime was, he gladly served Tommy more drinks.
Tommy gave another large grin at Wilbur, who was looking at him with a look that said ‘Are you kidding me?’ . And Tommy simply did not care.
Wilbur was his brother, his partner in creating their country. But that did not mean Wilbur was not on the list of people Tommy absolutely loved to spite, which is basically everyone.
Wilbur sighed and gave up, probably going to talk to his boyfriend or some stupid shit…
There were guests from the wedding all around him. Some on the platform of grass that held the bar area, some on the main piece of land a short bride walk away.
There were familiar faces, like Wilbur, Philza, Ranboo, Tubbo- You get it. But also unfamiliar guests, people Tommy himself did not recognize.
Almost all of them were holding drinks, served up to them by Slime.
Much like the one Tommy himself was holding.
Tommy assumed most of them were friends of either Sapnap or Punz, the Bride and groom, or… Groom and Groom? Both were men weren’t they? Were they???
He settled on just saying bride and groom, since Sapnap was wearing the wedding dress and Punz the suit.
Tommy got himself settled next to the bar. It was a wedding reception, and Tommy would be taking advantage of the alcohol. Even if he technically could get alcohol on a daily basis.
being a bar owner and all.
But that was different! This is wedding alcohol! Not regular old bar alcohol! Two completely different things!
Totally!
Slime slid another drink over to Tommy, who was sitting on the soft(Possibly artificial?) Grass. Tommy accepted the drink, handing back the empty glass of his previous drink.
“Thanks!” Tommy flashed Slime a toothy grin and the slime replied with a thumbs up happily returning to endorsing the other guests' intake of alcohol.
as Tommy looked back at the water for a moment he had a feeling this was going to be a real good reception.
A really damn good reception.
~~~~
“A’nother plzz” Tommy slurred leaning heavily against the bar counter, Slime again handed a very drunk Tommy a drink.
But just as Tommy was going to drink it, it was taken out of his hands.
“W’at the fu-ck!” Tommy hiccupped as Wilbur gave him an unimpressed glare. “I’m cutting you off, you’ve had more than enough alcohol, Tommy.”
Wilbur tipped the glass over, letting the strange looking liquid poison drip into the water. “Hey!” Tommy whined, reaching to get his drink before Wilbur tipped it all into the water.
Wilbur put his hand over Tommy’s face, letting the drink run out into the water. “St’op it!” Tommy whined at the older, disappointed that his drink was wasted.
“You're a kid, you shouldn’t even be drinking in the first place!” he said, Wilbur did not seem to notice, or care, that Slime was giving him a very disappointed look.
“ ‘M not a f’cking kid!” Tommy crossed his arms, glaring harder at Wilbur. “You are.”
“Am no’!”
"Yes, you are.”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“N-”
“Shut up you two.” Philza gave them an unimpressed look, much like the one Wilbur gave Tommy earlier in the night. Only for a different reason then Wilbur had.
“The child’s drinking too much, Phil. I am simply stopping him from developing an addiction.” Wilbur defended himself, putting the glass back on the counter for Slime to take.
“He p’oured m’y drink to the fish’es!” Tommy pointed to the spot where Wilbur had poured out his drink. Phil gave a concerned glance at the water.
“That is probably not very good…” Philza admitted, “But I am still on your brother's side. You should not be drinking Tommy” Tommy disliked how Phil finished off his sentence a lot.
“Y’u Aren’ The boss’a me!” Tommy huffed at his father. “No, I’m not your boss, but I am your father. And I say no more alcohol.” Philza looked up at Slime.
“Stop serving him.”
“No! Keep serving me!”
Slime only gave a glance at them before going back to his job.
Tommy pretended not to see the smirk Wilbur was giving him. Wilbur was a complete bitch.
Truly a mid reception.
~~~~
Tommy laid on one of the rows of benches, they were like the ones you’d find at a church only in cherry wood and not whatever wood churches used.
The altar was a few rows of benches away from him. People still roamed around, despite the sun setting. Less people overall, but still people.
Punz and Sapnap were standing with each other a bit away from the altar being all lovey dovey- A glass obscured Tommy’s vision.
He looked up at whoever was holding the glass, It was Slime.
‘Pina colada’ Slime mouthed at him, before putting a finger over his own mouth in a way of telling him not to tell anyone else- which Tommy wouldn’t do in the first place.
Tommy immediately took the glass form Slime, who went to leave back to the bar.
“HEY!” Tommy downed the drink before Wilbur could stop him. Wilbur came storming over, glaring at Slime “Don’t give him drinks!” Wilbur pushed slime slightly in the direction of the bar.
Slime obviously didn’t care- “Stop giving him drinks!!” Wilbur had that tone he used when threatening people audibly visible in his voice.
Slime could not care less, happily going back behind the counter.
Wilbur sighed tiredly. Turning away, just for a moment.
Wilbur did not notice Jesus slipping Tommy another drink.
This was a fucking great reception.
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Jesus handed Tommy multiple drinks, from where? Tommy didn’t know! Jesus was fucking Jesus!
They were on one of the smaller platforms. Wilbur was a bit away, hopefully distracted enough not to notice Jesus giving Tommy said drinks.
Jesus nodded to Tommy, Tommy nodded back.
Wilbur appeared beside the both of them, seemingly startling both him and Jesus. “Wh’t, wha’s up?” Tommy said, hiding the drinks behind his back.
Tommy knew Wilbur saw through his lie.
Wilbur managed to look over at Jesus just as the man jumped into the lake water. Wilbur swore under his breath before proceeding to jump in after.
Tommy almost spit out the drink he was sipping on at this. A startled choked laugh escaped him as Wilbur chased after Jesus in the water.
“Get back here!” Wilbur shouted. Jesus of course did not follow Wilbur’s demand. “Nothin’ ‘appened Wil!! N’thing!!” Tommy shouted after the two, only to get ignored.
“Stop swimming, you damn fish! ” Wilbur shouted louder after the man, who was still swimming. Jesus outswam Wilbur quickly, who knew Jesus was a good swimmer?
Tommy couldn’t help but grin, drinks still very badly hidden behind him.
Yeah, this wedding reception was fucking great.