TW: Drinking, drugs (kinda)
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I laugh as I walk arm in arm with Quackity and Schlatt. "Oh my f*cking prime, did that really just happen?" Wilbur lost. Schlatt actually won.
No, we won.
Prime, that feels so good to say.
Not to mention I no longer have to worry about the annoying gremlin child or the (equally annoying) dirty crime boi.
Me and my partners arrive at my house, where we promptly raid my cabinets for all my alcohol in order to celebrate. Schlatt grabs some champagne that I honestly forgot I had and pours three glasses of the stuff. He passes one glass to me, one to Quackity, and takes the remaining glass for himself. We exchange glances, waiting for one of us to say something. I roll my eyes and raise my glass, unable to stop a grin from appearing on my face.
"Cheers to us and to the wonderfully f*cked up country we are now in charge of!"
The two men let out shouts of celebration, and we all down our drinks. Prime, it's been forever since I've last had champagne. It tastes so f*cking good. I need to stock up on this stuff.
I reach for the bottle to pour another glass as Schlatt rummages through my cupboards, finally pulling out some shot glasses. He grabs some vodka and measures out one for himself. "Y/N? Want a shot?" I nod, and he slides one of the tiny glasses over to me. I quickly down it, slamming the little glass on the counter. I can already feel the alcohol taking effect, the tension leaving my body.
"Big Q, you want some of this?" My words are already starting to slur slightly.
He laughs. "I thought you said you wouldn't call me that?"
"That was sober me, and drunk me cannot be held responsible for anything sober me says or does."
"Ok, amigo, whatever you say!"
"So d'ya want a shot?"
"No thanks, man. I have other ways of loosening up."
"He means drugs." Schlatt says casually.
I burst out laughing. "For real?"
"Yeah! Want some?"
"Where did you even GET drugs? Like, I know L'Manburg used to sell them but, like, you weren't even a PART of it back then?"
He gives a dramatic wink. "I'm a dealer, man, what can I say?"
I laugh again, the alcohol making him seem way funnier than he actually was.
Yep. That's what it was. The alcohol.
Schlatt and I have a few more shots each, while Quackity does his drugs.
(A/N: can you tell I don't know how drugs work haha
That is not an invitation for an explanation I don't want to know)
Soon we are all loosened up, some drunk, others high. That is how the brilliant suggestion comes about.
"What if we did, like, karaoke, man?"
"With what? We don't have a karaoke machine. Or a mic. I don't even know if I have a jukebox."
"Who says we need those? We can do it a ca- a ca- a cappella." He stumbles over the words, which are still easier to understand than my slurred ones.
"Ok, that sounds fun! Doesn't that sound fun Schlatt? Yeah, of course it does." I ramble, not pausing to let Schlatt answer me. He answers anyways.
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