Opposition [SBI Racing AU]

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Tommy POV:

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Mentions on Alcohol and Drugs
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I let out a yawn before grabbing a bottle of beer and handing it to the customer. I began wiping the counters, making them clean once more.

I rested the small white tea towel on my shoulder before preparing a drink. I grab two metal cups, pouring liquor and ice into it, squeezing a lime  and sprinkling some salt.

I shake them together, pouring it into a glass cup and sliding it in front. Of the customer. I turn to ranboo and smile.

"Only 30 minutes left til' closed everybody!"

I yell, walking over to Ranboo.

"You can finish early, If you'd like. Not many people are in here at this time."

"Its fine Tom, I think Toby is coming soon"

Despite not me being able to see his mouth due to his mask, I knew he was smiling.

I send a smile back his way before serving more people.

-*30 Minutes Later*-

"Alright everyone! Dine and Race is officially closed! goodnight!"

I yelled once more, wiping up the counters.
I watched as everyone left, leaving tips on the tables and empty cups.

I listen as the for finally shuts and I hear the bell ring one last time.

"Time to clean up"

I sigh, walking over to the tables and stacking the cups onto a tray like a waiter. I carefully walk over to the counter and place them down.

I turn around and watch as Random wiped the tables down.

"Why do you work here if your underaged, Tommy?"

The question caught me of guard slightly. I clear my throat before speaking.

"Phil could care less if I did alcohol or drugs."

I simply shrugged. I watched as Ranboo's face turned slightly sympathetic.

I hear the bell ring and see Toby entering.

"TUBBOO!"

I yell out before running over and hugging him.

"Chill- I saw you yesterday!"

I smiled hearing Tubbo's laugh. I held his hand and brought him iver to the counter where Ranboo was.

"Hey Boo!"

Tubbo said, Ranboo smiled and waved.

"Tommy, you should record something, I have a good feeling about today!"

I thought about it for a moment before smiling and nodding.

"I pickpocketed Wilbur again. I should drive the Jubilee!"

I pulled the keys out of my pocket swirling them around a finger.

Tubbo chuckled before pulling out his phone.

I take off my apron, hanging it on a hook. I slid off my gloves, resting then on the counter and taking off my suit blazer and folding it onto the counter.

I nod my head to indicate Tubbo starts recording.

"What's up guys! Welcome back to the TommyInnit channel! Tonight we are going to try the Jubilee, Driven in races by the infamous Wilbur Soot!"

I started walking backwards and swinging open a door with the Jubilee inside. It was yellow with white streaks and red accents around the wheels, 'William Soot' written on both sides.

I stare in awe for a few seconds before twirling the keys on my pointer finger before unlocking the car and entering.

I rev the engine a little bit before slamming on the acceleration, curving around corners with ease and finishing the track 5 times in 6 minutes.

I slow down and park it back in its designated garage.

I get out and slam the door shut, walking over to the camera.

"And that folks, is how you actually race."

I grin before Toby shuts off the camera.

"That was so cool! Why don't you actually race though?"

"Phil says I'm to immature and energetic."

I shrug, sliding through keys onto its hook.

"I needa go home now, Phil's probably mad. You can upload that if you'd like."

-*Home*-

I let out a tired sigh before opening the door, I walk inside, bumping into someone.

I rub my eyes before looking up.

Philza..

"Where the fuck have you been, Thomas."

I tensed as he used my name. My real name.

"I-I was hanging out with Ranboo and Toby."

"Without permission, huh?"

"I-I didn't think you-"

I got cut off my a stinging sensation in my cheek. He- he slapped me!

"You should only work, then come home, and if you were to hang out with them, tell me."

I felt him shove me, causing me to bang my head on the door. I let out a yelp before quickly running upstairs.

I enter my room, shutting the door and locking it. I collapse to the floor, my back pressed against the door.

I start crying quietly, muffling my sniffles and sobs with my sleeve so I don't disrupt Wilbur practicing guitar.

I end up falling asleep on the ground.

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