The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

A Toast

Tw: swearing, alcohol

Everyone's wide awake by the time Karl and Quackity return to the campfire, their arms full of alcohol.

Skeppy's buzzing as he talks excitedly to Bad, who's busy trying to figure out where the muffin Karl and Quackity found all those bottles. Karl just grins at him and hands him a Mike's Hard Lemonade, and Bad decides he's not gonna complain. Not tonight, when everyone's celebrating. It definitely has nothing to do with the alcohol, and Skeppy definitely doesn't give him a knowing look, which Bad ignores.

"For the kids," Karl says, and hands them all diet Pepsi. Tommy glares at him, but accepts it anyway. Bad, for once, is glad Karl decided on diet soda. He doesn't want to imagine Tubbo or Tommy after too much sugar.

Sapnap seems to be thinking something around the same lines, because he says, "Holy shit, I almost forgot. Tubbo, where the fuck did you learn how to shoot like that?"

Tubbo goes a little red as everyone's attention jumps to him. "Mostly video games. And the occasional shooting range."

"Oh, it's only occasional," Ranboo mutters and Karl giggles wildly.

"Wait, I play video games, too," Skeppy complains. "And I don't know how to shoot like that."

But Tubbo smiles and shakes his head. "The first time I saw a zombie, I didn't either. I froze and Ranboo had to literally drag me away. But then, I realized it's pretty much the same mechanic as any shooter game."

Skeppy looks impressed, and even Sapnap seems like he respects Tubbo a bit more. Bad notices Techno smirking fondly at Tubbo, and the look warms his heart.

"Guys," Dream says, snapping everyone's attention away from Tubbo, who breathes a sigh of relief. "We should do a toast."

"Yes!" Quackity agrees enthusiastically, raising his glass. "To the apocalypse being fucked!"

Bad calls out "Language, Quackity!" out of habit, George scoffs, and Karl bursts into laughter. "You mean to the apocalypse being over, right?" Karl asks, between laughs, and Quackity blushes a little.

"Fine," Quackity mutters. "If that's what you wanna call it."

"You lot are so weird," Tommy says under his breath, but loud enough that everyone hears it anyway, and Karl has to stifle his laughter again.

"To the apocalypse being over," Dream agrees, raising his glass. Montero whoops and everyone clinks glasses and cheers.

Bad takes a small sip of his drink, grimacing a little. Skeppy, who Bad's pretty sure hasn't drank before, chugs his drink in three swallows. "Oh my God, Skeppy!" Bad exclaims, as Skeppy slams his glass down and crinkles his nose.

"Holy shit," Skeppy says, making a face, and Bad doesn't even have the heart to language him.

"That's not how you drink, you muffinhead!" Bad says, as Skeppy looks at him sheepishly.

"Well, I didn't know!" Skeppy retorts. "I've never drank before!"

Bad opens his mouth to reply, but then, Karl whoops and slams down his glass. "Glass me!" he calls, and Sapnap whips around to give him a look.

"You want me to do what?" Sapnap asks, fighting a smile. Dream and George are trying not to laugh, too, and Techno lets out a surprised scoff.

"I'm confused," Skeppy says, leaning a little closer to Bad. He ends up falling, somehow, and his head lands on Bad's shoulder. "Also, the world's spinning a little."

Bad sighs. "Skeppy, you're drunk. Just close your eyes, I'll go get you some water."

"No!" Skeppy says, his voice that adorably whine that Bad can't ever say no to. Especially as Skeppy grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers. "Stay. Stay with me, Bad."