Trigger Warning(s): Talk of sexual conduct and slutshaming
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Mumbo sighs as his best friend, Iskall, pulls him along. The Swede had wanted to go to a party down at Xisuma's base because his boyfriend and girlfriend were going and he managed to drag Mumbo along for the ride, even though the mustached chap had much better things to do, such as work on his next redstone project.
When they arrive at Xisuma's place, Mumbo is immediately overwhelmed by the noise levels. Too loud, base-thumping music and people shouting to get each other's attention.
Iskall looks down at his communicator and lets out a noise of happiness, quickly letting go of Mumbo's sleeve.
"Okay, Stress just texted me that she and Ren are in the kitchen. Are you gonna be okay by yourself?" Iskall asks, obviously itching for some alone time with his significant others.
Mumbo forced himself to nod and Iskall smiles before running off, leaving Mumbo alone at a party he doesn't want to be at.
With another sigh, this time with an annoyed eye roll, he moves to sit at one of the tables set up nearby, comfortable to just peoplewatch.
Cleo was already drunkenly flirting with False at another table while Joe was sat next to False, disappointedly shaking his head. Tango and Impulse were at the drinks table, repeatedly shouting "chug" at poor Zedaph who looked hella wasted already. Bdubs and Keralis were making out in the corner. Most everyone else was dancing to the music in the crowd and generally just having a good time.
Mumbo has to do a double take when he spots an unfamiliar face in the crowd.
They're masculine, curly strawberry blonde hair, at least a head shorter than Mumbo, tanned skin popping against the small black dress he's wear with matching fishnet leggings and cute black pumps that probably add a little to his height.
Next to the unfamiliar man, however, was a very familiar nuisance. A nuisance with a shock of pure white hair and garbed completely in crimson red.
Mumbo had had to deal with EX's unwanted advances in the past, but it seemed the man in the black dress seemed to enjoy the attention and was returning it, if the sway of his hips and the titillating laughter that snakes out of the noise of the party.
"Oi, Mumby, whatcha lookin' at?" A feminine Cockney accent asks loudly and suddenly from beside the redstoner.
He jumps in surprise and laughs softly at himself upon realizing it's just Stress.
"Just checking out the cute guy over there. Why aren't you with Iskall and Ren? Iskall was so happy to see you just a few minutes ago." He returns fire with a question of his own.
Stress shrugs.
"Iskall and Ren decided to start making out and I left before it turned into a threesome in the kitchen, y'know?" She replies, twisting the black ring on her left hand middle finger around a few times in an anxious manner.
"Now which guy are checking out?" She asks, excitedly, changing the subject back with a small grin.
Mumbo playfully groans and points towards the man in the crowd. He's still seeming to flirt with EX. Mumbo looks back to Stress and draws his eyebrows together in confusion at Stress' disgusted expression.
"Is something wrong?" He asks after a moment.
Stress shakes herself out of her stupor and quickly puts on a smile, though Mumbo could easily tell it was fake.
"I mean... Mumbo, really? That guy? He just... Seems like such a whore. Dressed like that and flirting with EX of all people? That just doesn't seem like someone you should go after." She explains, her upper lip curling back as she looks back at the man.
Mumbo stares at her, appalled.
"Are you really slutshaming that guy? Stress, hate to break it to you, but you're dating the two biggest man hoes on the server. Ren has been ran through so many times by literally almost everybody here." He says angrily. "You don't even know the guy!"
Stress flinches and, without another word, she slinks away, moving like a cat with its tail between its legs.
Mumbo huffs and crosses his arms. He tries to push the conversation out of his head by turning his attention back to the man and he's suddenly on high alert. The man looks really uncomfortable, but EX isn't stopping. Throwing caution to the wind, he gets up and starts to speedwalk over to the pair.
"So sweetheart, I never got your name. Care to share-"
"Alexander, there you are, babe!" Mumbo shouts, cutting off EX effectively as he slings an arm around the shorter man's waist.
Both EX and the man look shocked for a moment before EX glares at Mumbo.
"Wait, you're dating MUMBO?! Really?!" EX exclaims in frustration, throwing his hands in the air.
The man finally takes the hint in what's happening and grins.
"Yes, me and him are dating. So I would greatly appreciate it if you would stop flirting with me and respect my relationship." He says, his honeyed voice throwing Mumbo off his groove for a moment.
EX huffs and stomps off like a toddler who was told they couldn't have a toy. Good riddance.
"Er, sorry about that... I know how bad he can get and I don't want anyone else to have to suffer." Mumbo quickly explains, taking a step back as he removes his hand from the man's waist.
The man laughs softly and shakes his head.
"Don't apologize, I should really be thanking you. I've had to deal with his flirting since Xisuma invited me to the server." He says with a smile. "I'm Grian, by the way."
Suddenly, the pieces connect in Mumbo's head.
"Oh, you're the new hermit that X was talking about last week! God, I'm such a spoon for forgetting to come greet you when you came..." Mumbo mumbles, looking away with an embarrassed blush.
"It's fine, honestly." Grian responds with another laugh. "I'm just glad I got to meet a handsome man like you tonight." He looks up at Mumbo through his eyelashes, grinning slightly.
Mumbo's face alights with a vibrant blush as he realizes.
This guy is flirting with me. How the hell do I respond?
"I-I could say the same to you. That dress looks perfect on you." Mumbo manages to weakly get out after a moment.
Grian quirks up an eyebrow, drawing back ever so slightly to run one hand over his side and card the other one through his hair with a hum that Mumbo could barely make out, smirking softly.
"You really think so? I think it could look a little better. Maybe on your bedroom floor?" Grian asks, his eyes half lidden, seeming to revel in Mumbo's suffering.
All Mumbo can do in response in stammer wordlessly causing Grian to chuckle and step closer to Mumbo, dancing a hand up the taller man's chest and grab the end of his tie, pulling him down enough to whisper in his ear.
"So what do you say, Mumbo? Wanna trust a hoe?" Grian's voice is low and husky in Mumbo's ear, causing his breath to catch in his throat.
He swallows and dumbly nods.
Goodness, what did I just get myself into?
