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The Party

Tw: drugs/alcohol

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Tommy had never been to a party like this before. It was loud and crowded, and there were people everywhere he looked. He tended to shy away from big gatherings like this, but his friend had convinced him to come along.

Tommy was just trying to relax, taking sips from the soda can in his hand, when he slightly felt the world start to tilt. He was slowly becoming more than a little tipsy, and he couldn't quite figure out why. He looked around, trying to find his friend, but the room was too loud and too chaotic.

Meanwhile, Technoblade was looking for his little brother. He had heard that Tommy was going to a party tonight, and he couldn't help but worry. He knew that Tommy was still young and kinda naive, and he didn't want anything bad to happen to him.

As he climbed the stairs to the second floor, Technoblade's heart skipped a beat. He saw a man holding onto Tommy, who was swaying back and forth. Technoblade rushed over, ready to intervene if necessary, but he quickly realized that the man was just trying to steady Tommy so he wouldn't fall over.

"Tommy, are you okay?" Technoblade asked, concern etched into his voice.

Tommy shook his head, his feathers ruffling up in agitation. "I don't know what's happening," he slurred a little. "I only had one soda..."

Technoblade's eyes widened. He took the can from Tommy's hand and sniffed it suspiciously. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he caught a whiff of something that definitely wasn't soda. It was spiked with alcohol.

"You've been drugged," Technoblade said, his voice low but firm. "We're getting out of here right now."

He wrapped an arm around Tommy, who was trying to protest weakly, and led him out of the noisy house and into the crisp night air. Tommy leaned heavily against Technoblade, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Technoblade guided him towards a nearby bench and sat him down gently, taking a protective stance beside him.

Tommy was still swaying slightly, his eyes unfocused as he tried to shake off the effects of the drug. Technoblade kept a watchful eye on him, scanning the crowd for any signs of danger.

"Who did this to you?" Technoblade demanded fiercely.

Tommy grimaced, his feathers rustling in discomfort. "I don't know. I was just hanging out, and someone handed me a soda. It tasted funny, but I didn't think anything of it. Next thing I knew, I was feeling really weird..."

Technoblade's expression tightened in anger. "Someone here drugged you on purpose. I won't let them get away with it."

He pulled out his phone and started dialing, intent on finding someone to help them. As he spoke to the person on the other end, Tommy took deep breaths of the crisp night air, the cool breeze clearing his mind and helping him to focus a bit better.

Together, they waited for the arrival of Technoblade's contact, eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. The silence was heavy, broken only by the sound of their breathing and the occasional distant car passing by.

Finally, a car pulled up, and Technoblade quickly helped Tommy to his feet. They made their way over to the car, where a woman with a stern yet kind expression was waiting for them.

"I'm Niki," she said, nodding towards the back seat. "Get in. We'll take care of you."

Technoblade and Tommy got into the car, grateful for the warmth and safety it offered. As Niki drove them away from the dark streets and into the city lights, Technoblade's phone rang again.

"Yeah?" he answered, listening intently.

Tommy watched as Techno's expression shifted from anger to relief. "They found the guy who spiked your drink," Technoblade said. "The cops are on their way to arrest him."

Tommy let out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension in his body ease a little. He leaned back in his seat, finally starting to relax.

"Thank you for helping me," Tommy said, looking over at Technoblade. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Technoblade gave him a small smile. "You're my little brother, of course I'll protect you. But in the future, maybe stick to drinking soda that you can pour yourself."

Tommy chuckled weakly, grateful for the lighthearted moment. As they drove through the city, Tommy felt safe and protected, surrounded by people who cared about him. And as they pulled up to his house, he knew that he would always have someone to turn to, no matter what troubles might come his way.