Lemon Boy Grian AU

☺A Drink☺

Mumbo and Grian walked into Cleo's diner, their arms still interlocked. This caused the customers inside to turn their heads and stare at the strange duo. Grian had only interacted with a few hermits, when he asked to stay with them, so he was still considered a stranger. 

The two sat at the bar and Mumbo called over the nearest worker, False. Grian was looking down at the menu in front of him. 

"Ooh, can I get a drink, Mumby?" he pointed at the alcohol menu.

"Hah, absolutely not!" Mumbo could only imagine a drunk Grian. He had only known him for a short amount of time, but he suspected drunk Grian was a bit wild.

"What? I'm not a child! C'mon, just one?" 

"Well, what's this?" False had come over and was leaning against the counter, waiting.

Mumbo was just about to open his mouth, but Grian had beat him to it, his hand already out for a handshake. "Hiya, miss! I'm Lemon Grian, call me Grian. I'm Mumbo's buddy!"

False chuckled, shaking his outstretched hand. "Heh, nice to meet ya, G. I heard you wanted a drink? How about one on the house? A welcoming gift,"

Grian nodded, his eyes twinkling. He pointed at a beer on the menu, and False was off. Mumbo just sighed and shook his head. "Oh, come on, Mumby! Can we get two, False?"

She nodded and walked over, a drink in each hand. She set them out in front of them. "Anything else I can do for ya?"

Mumbo ordered some food as Grian eagerly opened his drink. He drained it quickly as Mumbo took his time. 

"One more?" Grian grinned.

"Just one." One more turned into two more, but that was all. Turns out Grian has a low alcohol tolerance. Mumbo found this out the hard way. 

"Come onnnnn, Mumby," Grian leaned against him drunkenly. "Just one more~"

"No no, let's go, buddy." Mumbo called over False and paid the check. He had no more than one drink, knowing something wouldn't go right. He stood up and grabbed Grian, wrapping his arm around the drunk man to steady him. They began towards the door just as it burst open, Scar and Cub coming through. They stopped short when they saw Grian and Mumbo.

"Oh, it's that lil gremlin man I was telling you about! Why, would ya look at him now?" Cub nudged Scar in the side and nodded towards Grian. He had been one of the first people Grian had asked to bunk with, and he quickly sent him away. 

"C'mon, G. Let's get outta here, save the tour for another day." Mumbo began to drag him towards the doors.

"Noooooo! I still wanna look around. Pleassssseee?" Grian leaned against him and fluttered his eyelids. 

"Alright, alright. Could ya move please, guys?" Mumbo began to walk towards Scar and Cub, Grian clutching onto him, but they didn't move from the doorway.

"Listen here, pal," Scar leaned towards Mumbo menacingly. "I don't want that near our bases or ConCorp, okay?" 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we just go now?"

Cub and Scar stepped out of the way, and Mumbo and Grian walked outside.

"And he's not a thing. He's a person," Mumbo muttered under his breath, but it was too late for the ConCorp workers to hear. 

"OoOoOh, that first!" Grian tugged at Mumbo's suit, pulling him from his train of thought. Mumbo just sighed and chuckled as he followed compliantly. 

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(575 words! This chapter definitely isn't filler while I get over my writer's block, nope! Also, if you're looking for more content by me, I have an art Insta! It's the same name as here, mossy_rabbit It'd mean a lot if you checked it out :3)