Featured: Thomas Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Remy Sanders
Pairing(s): Prinxiety, Logicality (though not mentioned).
Synopsis: Thomas has to make sure his friends have a safe time drinking at a party. What he discovers about his intoxicated friends is shocking.
Thomas had no idea what he had gotten himself into.
Being the youngest amongst his group of friends had its advantages and disadvantages. One disadvantages is not being old enough to drink. Of course this sucked for him, and Patton had apologized about it many times before the party really kicked in, but Thomas had just said it was fine.
“You sure, kiddo? I can just hang out with you if you want!”
“It’s ok, Patton. I want you to have fun! Someone’s gotta be responsible.”
It took only half an hour for the party to really kick off. If you could call it a real party. There was at most 20 people there, however, that didn’t stop them from getting wild. Particularly a certain group of four Thomas kept his eye on.
Shockingly, the very dramatic and Disney fanatic got drunk first. Thomas wouldn’t have expected him to be a lightweight, but it only took him two shots to get him going. At first, he was laughing and shouting at the house’s Alexa to change it to different Disney songs. And then, Thomas delved into the madness of his drunk friends for the first time ever.
A usually flashy and ambitious Roman stumbled over to Thomas at his spot on the couch. It had been about an hour and a half since the party had started and Roman was a mess. Thomas, of course, was a little concerned.
“Roman-” Thomas took his hands to carefully sit the older man next to him, trying to make eye contact with the wasted prince. “Woah, hey now.. you ok, Ro?”
For a moment, all Roman did was blink at Thomas like he was talking in rhymes. Then a goofy, soft grin spread across his drunk face. Thomas stared at him in confusion as Roman flopped against his shoulder, laughing softly.
“Hi Thomas~ you’re warm..”
“Uh.. Roman?” Thomas chuckled as his concern mixed with his amusement. “Maybe you should take a nap?”
“Whaaaaat? Thomash- Thomas??” Roman paused in confusion as he squinted at Thomas’ jeans as if they contained all the answers. “What was I sayin..?”
“I said you should take a nap?”
“…” Roman broke out in a slurred giggle fit, patting at Thomas’ leg like a silly child. “I love you, Thomas~”
Thomas chuckled as he tried to think of what to do next with Roman to take care of his silly drunk friend. That was, before he heard a very loud shout from the kitchen.
“FUCK YOU- NO, NO, SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH!”
Thomas let out a soft sigh as he stood carefully, moving a pillow to where he was sitting so Roman could lay down.
“Stay here, bud. I’ll bring you some water, kay?”
“Thomas, you’re so nice to meeee,” He could hear Roman start up again as he had already left to push through the small crowd to the kitchen.
Knowing his friends, Thomas was pretty sure that Logan was behind all the screaming. Though Logan was a really intelligent and calm person, he had a temper he’s seen jump out on many occasions. Different shouting sprees, but he always managed himself quickly. So this had to be Logan, unable to contain himself with alcohol in his system, right?
Stepping into the kitchen, Thomas was surprised to see Patton, who was pushing at a familiar face with an usually pissed off look on his face. He had a bottle in hand and it was clear that he was drunk.. still… this was a bit unbelievable for anyone who’s met Patton.
“YOU’RE- YOU ARE SO FUCKING MEAN!” Patton was half shoving, half swatting his victim into the counter behind him. “YOU JUST MAN- MANIPULATE EVERYBODY AND IT’S SO FUCKIN RUDE-”
“Patton- uh- friendo-” Deciel had his hands up defensively as he bared the brunt of Patton’s drunken rage. Can’t say he didn’t deserve it for what he’s done in their high school days, but he’s proven himself better since then. Patton seems to have forgotten about.. All of that.
“DON’T FREE-ENDO ME PAL! DO YOU WANT ME TO FIGHT YOU?? I’LL FUCKIN FIGHT YOU RIGHT HERE, IT’LL BE PHYSICAL-”
“Uh, Patton?” Thomas placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder carefully, unsure of what his friend was capable of in this state.
“WHAT-” Patton turned quickly, maybe too quickly, but catching himself on the counter at the last second. He squinted angrily, his bottle clanking against the counter.
Thomas sighed as he rested a hand on his friend’s arm and cut him off. “Patton, it’s me, Thomas. You’re getting aggressive-”
“I remember, I remember, that was back in high school, remember?” He made eye contact with Patton and rubbed his arm. “Remember how it’s been six years since you’ve been in high school, dad?”
One thing that really seemed to draw him back into the moment is the way Thomas called him dad. Patton opened and closed his mouth a few times before he let go of his bottle and he sighed heavily.
“That’s right. You got it pops.” Thomas lead Patton to the kitchen bar and sat him in a seat, grabbing two glasses and filling them with water. “It’s ok. Just try to take it easy, kay?”
Patton nodded as he took one of the waters. “M'kay..”
Thomas gave him a smile and a pat on the back. “Thanks Patt.”
“Thomas!” Thomas looked up and was surprised to see Remy, who looked pretty drunk himself- however, Remy was excellent at handling his liquor. “Hey Rem. What’s up?”
“What’s up is that your friend has been in the bathroom for like-fourty minutes and I’m seriously going to snap his neck if you don’t get him out of there!”
“Friend?” Thomas circled around the counter to Remy who lead him upstairs. His first idea was that it was Virgil, because his anxiety probably got to him, and he decided to hide out in the bathroom. Of course, just his luck, he was wrong again.
Logan sat in the bath tub, curled up into himself. He had his face buried into his arms which were wrapped around his knees. His hair was a mess and his tie was dangling from the edge of the sink. So, yknow, it was weird to think that this was his friend Logan.
“Thomas..?” Logan lifted his head out of his arms but still had to rest his cheek against his forearm. His face was caked with tears, his eyes red and his skin blotchy from crying.
Thomas felt awful seeing him like this. Remy had already abandoned the bathroom for now, so he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Lo.. what’s going on? What’s wrong?”
It was clear by the way his bottom lip quivered at the question that that alone had bothered him. Thomas plopped himself on the toilet seat, prepared to listen to his drunk friend.
“I’m drunk Thomas.. imma mess”
Thomas waved it off and put a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Lo, everyone else is a mess too-”
“B-but that’s just it!” Logan’s voice cracked ad he looked desperately at Thomas through half-lidded eyes. “I’m- I’m supposed ta’ be reshponsible! I’m supposed ta’ be everyone’s mom! What.. what am I supposed ta’ do if I can’t- can’t-”
At this point, Logan was a bumbling mess of sobs and drunken slur. The bottles in the sink and on the counter surface suggested that Logan’s drank the most so far. It hurt Thomas’ heart to see his friend like this, to see him try to drink his troubles away to only get hit 10x harder with it in this state.
“Logan. You don’t have to be responsible for the others all the time.”
Logan sniffled as he frown heavily at Thomas, looking ready to cry again. “What'aya mean..? I need.. I need to know you-” a hiccup, apologies “-you, you guys are all acc- accounted for-”
“Look Logan, it’s ok if you aren’t being the responsible one all the time. We appreciate everything you do for us, you don’t need to stress yourself out with us all the time.”
His glossy eyes stared at Thomas’ clear ones with drunken surprise as a “really..?” Slipped. As if he didn’t know that they all appreciated him.
Thomas smiles gently. “Of course, Lo. We may not say it all the time, but we appreciate you. We love you so much. You do know that, right-?”
He fell quiet as he saw Logan had his eyes closed, his breathing still shakey but evenly rhythmatic. Thomas sighed as he stood from the toilet seat, adjusting his friend so that he was laying down in the tub rather than bent over and worse for his back when he inevitably awoke. A towel yo substitute as a blanket wasn’t that bad either..
Just as he had placed the deep green material over Logan, someone crashed head-first into the bathroom.
At first, Thomas expected it to be a party-goer he didn’t know that was hurling in the toilet he had been sitting on moments ago (thank god for wanting to get up). But instead he found the face of his final drunk friend, hair messier than usual and his shirt…. gone?
“…uh, Virgil?” Thomas asked in lingering surprise as his friend finished loudly vomiting, just the sight of it making him sick to his sober stomach. “You ok?”
Virgil huffed over the toilet bowl as he turned his head to look at Thomas. Every move he made seemed to make him dizzy. However, he didn’t seem mad, or upset at all from hurling. What surprised Thomas the most was the perverted grin plastered all over his friend’s face.
“Mmm.. hey Thomas~” Virgils voice was the heaviest with alcohol, a hum of pleasure behind it. His eyes were dazed and intent on looking over Thomas’ entire figure like he was a hungry animal. “Mhmmm, I’m fuckin’ faaaaantastic!”
Before Thomas could say anything, Virgil had shoved himself to his feet. However, it wasn’t very steady as the boy stumbled, practically throwing himself into Thomas’ arms as he pushed his hands onto his younger friend’s chest with a look of stupid desire.
“Virgil..!” Thomas had a red tint to his cheeks as he tried to hold up Virgil’s weight so suddenly, while feeling extremely uncomfortable by his actions. “Virgil- please just-”
“Jus’ what, pretty boy~? Ya.. ya seeeeexy peice'a meat, hmmm?”
My God, if this wasn’t the most uncomfortable thing ever, Thomas wouldn’t know what was.
Thomas took a breath as he pulled on a stern tone. “Virgil, your boyfriend wouldn’t be so happy if he found out you were flirting with me. Or am I wrong?”
Virgil fell quiet and his smirk dropped. Something seemed to shift in his eyes as he frowned, gripping slightly at Thomas’ shirt.
“He’s on the couch.” Thomas sighed ad he realized what was going on. He hated seeing Virgil anxious again, slipping back into himself, but it was much better that when he was being touchy-feely. Plus, he knew Virgil wouldn’t want to hurt Roman like that on purpose. “I’ll take you. Here..”
Thomas adjusted himself so that he had an arm around the slightly smaller man, flushing the toilet on the way out. He made sure his fumbling, highly intoxicated and highly anxious friend got down the stairs and to the couch safely, glad to see that Roman was well passed out on the couch- oddly curled up with an innocent expression he never seemed to wear.
Virgil seemed to focus more when he spotted his sleeping boyfriend. Thomas let go as Virgil stumbled a little to lie a tad awkwardly next to Roman on the couch. Virgil seemed happy enough but well on his way to passing out hard.
“Mmm.. thanks, Thomas..” Virgil mumbled softly as his eyes closed contently. He would be glad the next morning when he figures out he didn’t do anything unscenely with his youngest friend.
Thomas couldn’t help but smile, relieved. He glanced around at his friends on the couch and in the kitchen. All asleep, all taken care of and accounted for. He made sure that he had set out a water bottle for each of his friends, along with ibuprofen, for when they all inevitably awake the next morning.
Needless to say, taking care of drunk idiots isn’t easy. You never know what to expect. But if there’s one thing that Thomas learned tonight was that no matter what surprises come his way, his friends were still his family- still the people he loved more than anybody else in the world.
Thomas made a mental note to scold them all in the morning, anyways.
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