Drunk.

Three

While changing, Tom kept thinking back to the previous night. He kept trying to remember what had happened before him and Tord...

He shook his head to try and get rid of... Those thoughts.

Holy cow riding a bicycle he hates being a blackout drunk. He'd have to ask Edd, as always. Matt was always way too hungover after their 'Friday Night Fun' as Edd affectionately dubbed them. Luckily, along with having insanely high alcohol tolerance, the bass player also didn't get hungover often.

He pulled his classic Safety First ASDF tee over his chest and was about to head back out of his room when he saw Tord's hoodie thrown onto the end of his bed in a crumpled heap.

He stopped before grabbing it and heading out to the kitchen, where he saw Tord just leaving and heading towards the living room.

Tom smirked and chucked the red hoodie at the Norski as hard as he could. The tall man looked taken aback, catching the hoodie in his arms.

"Now give me my hoodie back." Tom demanded, crossing his arms.

"Aww, but I told you, you look good wearing m-" The tall man started, before being cut off by a very angry little alcoholic lemon.

"No. I don't fucking care what you think. Now give me my fucking hoodie back." He snapped.

Tord sighed and started to take off Tom's hoodie, exposing his toned midsection.

"Actually, just.. put it in the wash. I don't want to wear anything you've touched EVER again." The man sneered, walking past the horned haired man, slamming the front door behind him.

He grabbed his flask out of his Jean pocket and drank from it, grateful he didn't empty it last night.

He walked down the pavement into town and stopped in front of a familiar little bar/cafe thing run by a couple he knew.

Tom realized he had left Susan at home and nearly kicked himself. He'd promised Patryk that he'd do a gig by the end of the month, and it was already the 24th.

"Ah shit." He cursed under his breath. It was Tord's fault, obviously. If he hadn't distracted him with his dumb flirting, he wouldn't have forgotten.

He sighed and pushed open the door to the warm building.

British dictionary (I got lazy typing all that out so bleh.)

Lemon- that's not actually a British thing, it's just a me thing (as far as I'm aware). It refers to someone that is bitter, or in a bad mood.

Pavement- 'Sidewalk'

Sorry this took so long :)

:3

everyone go watch all of Zoyberg's stuff if you like Tomtord (ik you do bc... come on. your reading this fic.) 

they are vair gud at animating stuff. 10/10 very good.