Tom x Jerry OneShots

2011

// Trigger Warning for R/pe, underaged drinking, violence, vomiting, etc.. //

Topsy had just gotten kicked out of the club. Picked up by 4 bouncers, and thrown out into the cold.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his cigarette box. They were empty, he searched the ground for buds, as he attempted to try and smoke them. Added to that, and the winter weather he couldn't really get anything.

He had to get creative, fast. He noticed a club down the street, ladies wearing revealing clothes, jewelry. He approached them, "Hey ladies, any of you gotta smoke?" He asked.

The women laughed, "Ew, get away from here you creep!" One of them said, reaching to spray Topsy with their pepper spray. Topsy went stumbling, falling back in the alleyway.

He got back up, approaching it at a different angle. He stood in line, crawling underneath the women to the front.

"Name?"

Topsy stuttered, "Terrance."

The bouncer stifled a laugh, "Get the hell outta here kid."

"Kid!? I'm 19!"

The bouncer leaned over, "Show me some ID." He said, Topsy reached into his coat, revealing his ID card.

"This ain't you kid."

Topsy got upset. Spitting at the bouncers face, taking the opportunity to run in, and since he was so small no one could notice him.
The club was packed, full of men, women, drag queens, transgender individuals.

Topsy immediately ran up to the bar, climbing onto the stool. "Can I get...3 shots!" Topsy proudly exclaimed.

The bartender laughed, "What kind of shots?"

"The strongest you've got. I can take them all."

The bartender laughed once more, "Sure kid."

The bartender came back with 3 shots, this would've been Topsy's first shot of alcohol. Considering, he was drinking underaged.

Topsy took a sip, swallowing. Immediately, he spit it out, "This tastes disgusting!" He exclaimed.

"Really? None of the other customers complain. Maybe because, they're actually of age to drink. How old are you, kid?"

"I'm 24!" He lied.

The bartender shook his head, "You ain't 24."

"Yes, I am!" Topsy yelled, slamming his hands against the bar.

"Woah now. Take it easy. If the kid says he's 24, he's 24. Not all 24 year olds can handle such a strong drink." The male commented.

Topsy turned, seeing a browned hair mouse who looked younger yet older than him. Still, he smiled, thanking the male.

The bartender tsked his teeth, "Here's your bill, kid. Cash or Card?"

"Cash." Topsy lied, reaching in his pocket handing the bartender obviously fake bills. The bartender accepted the cash, what an idiot.

"I would've paid for your bill." The male said, with a suggestive tone. "I take good care of all my kittens, as long as they're good to me. I can be good to them."

Topsy waved his hands, "You've already done so much for me."

The male sighed again, "Well alright. Come, take a seat. What's your name, kid?"

"Topsy."

"Topsy? Hm." He stifled a snicker.

"What? Something wrong with the name?" Topsy asked, he took a sip of the shot glass that was poured for him by the male.