Sanders Sides One-Shots

Happy New Year

I had this written for New Years on my Tumblr, that's why it's a New Year's story.

 Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, alcohol, alcohol use, food mention, and caps lock (let me know if I missed any).

Ship(s): Platonic LAMP

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Each of the sides, and Thomas shouted with glee as they pulled their party poppers, sending confetti of all shapes, colors, and sizes across the room. A bunch got into the chips and salsa, but Roman easily snapped his fingers and made it disappear. Logan only looked slightly unamused as he plucked a wad of the stuff off of his head and let it plop to the ground. Patton ran in with a bottle of champagne and one of sparkling white grape juice, giggling and cracking them both open, pouring a glass for everybody. Virgil took his, choosing the alcoholic option, and lifting it high into the air.

"To the New Year! May it be less shitty and more productive than whatever 2018 was!" Virgil said with a grin on his face. Choruses of "Hear, hear!" and the clinking of glasses brought a smile to the side's face as he tapped his glass against Patton's and took a sip of the champagne. Logan had graciously offered to remain sober and was the only one not indulging in the alcohol. Patton, who had already drunk his fair share of the intoxicating beverage, looped his arm around Logan's neck with a stupid grin on his face.

"Wan' know what we should dooooo?" he slurred, his glasses crooked on his face. Logan sighed and fixed Patton's glasses for him.

"No, I don't Patton. What should we do?" Logan asked him, deciding to entertain the plastered trait.

"We gotta write our resolutions!" Patton squealed, jumping off of Logan and grabbing a stack of notebooks. He gave one to Thomas and each of the sides, along with a glittery pen that corresponded with their main color. Roman looked at his and chuckled softly, appreciating the red cover with a crown pattern before joining the others as they trekked into the living room. Virgil patted the spot next to him on the couch, which Roman gladly took, curling up into his friend's side and pulling out his red pen. Logan sat in the armchair, hands folded across his lap. Patton joined the other two on the couch, and Thomas stood front and center, smiling brightly at his sides.

"Well, we made it through the year, everyone, and as the new year begins it's always important to create goals to focus on throughout the year. I want each of you to create five reasonable, I repeat, reasonable goals for me to complete, and then tomorrow- er, in a few hours we'll all come together and make one list of the best four, one from each of you. Alright? Now, I'm gonna go back upstairs with everyone else. Get some sleep!" Thomas said. The others waved goodbye as he sunk back down into his real living room to join his friends.

"Five reachable goals for Thomas, what to choose," Logan said thoughtfully, tapping his pen against his chin. "Technically these are goals for us as well...all of mine will most likely be based around education. What about all of you?"

"Shhhh don't say, or none of them will come true!" Patton whisper-shouted. Virgil rolled his eyes and smiled fondly.

"That's with wishes, Patton. I think you're feeling a little tired, why don't you head to bed and we'll finish up here?" Virgil said, getting up and guiding Patton over to the staircase.

"You kiddos sure?"

"Yeah padre, we're sure. You go get some rest, sleep off all that wine you drank earlier," Roman said, accompanying it with his signature bellowing laugh. Patton smiled lazily and nodded, finally.

"Alright. See you all later!" Patton said happily. Virgil gave him a gentle push in the right direction and he gripped onto the staircase railing, making his way up and to his bedroom. The hallway was dark, and being both drunk and clumsy, Patton had to stay against the wall and hold out one hand in front of him to keep from bumping into anything, or anyone, for that matter.

"You're up late," a voice sneered from the shadows. Patton squeaked and turned quickly to see Deceit leaning against the wall, his snake eye glinting with malice as he stared at the other. Patton swallowed the lump in his throat continued on his way to the bedroom. He knew Deceit wouldn't hurt him, he was just kind of creepy.

"Well yeah, it's New Year's," Patton explained.

"Oh...I totally remembered that was today," Deceit grumbled, taking his hat off and fiddling with it as he walked with Patton down to his room. He had been able to tell the other was drunk when he came upstairs, and wanted to make sure he safely got to his room, not that Patton really knew that or cared.

"You forgot that it was New Years?" Patton asked with disbelief. "Don't you have a calendar or something?" Deceit shook his head.

"I don't really bother keeping track of the days anymore. They're all the same to me," Deceit said quietly. His placed his hat back on top of his head, feeling uneasy as he felt Patton's sympathetic gaze on him.

"Well, now you know! Maybe you can help us write resolutions later? I'm sure the others would make an exception of you joining us! It is a holiday, after all!" Patton said, his free-spirited ways and personality missing the pained look on Deceit's face as he spoke.

"N-No Patton, it's fine. I have the same resolution every year, and I'm waiting for the year that it comes true," the snake-like side explained.

"Really? What is it?" The two were startled slightly as loud laughter erupted from downstairs, interrupting their talk. Deceit glanced behind them with longing, his shoulders slumping.

"It doesn't matter."

"Dec-"

"Go to bed Patton. You're drunk," Deceit snapped, looking back to glower at him. Patton blinked and the two stared at each other for a moment in silence. Deceit tore his gaze away as tears pricked his eyes and he swiftly turned to return to his own room. Patton went up to his bedroom door sadly, grabbing onto the handle.

"Happy New Year, Deceit," Patton called after the retreating man. Deceit hesitated.

"Happy New Year, Patton."