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“So, you enjoying yourself, Silver?"
Silver glared at Espio, annoyed.
“Everyone and their mother is here, I'm absolutely miserable.”
“It could be worse, y’know. You could be having a panic attack in the bathroom.”
“Okay. Yeah. You're right."
Espio glanced at a nearby table.
“Hey, Sil, have you ever tried champagne?”
Silver's ears flattened against his head.
“N-no?”
“Wanna try some? I won't make you, I'm just curious.”
“Sure, I guess.”
Espio and Silver walked over to the nearby table, with Silver anxiously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
“Silver, you're old enough to drink,” Espio said with a concerned yet amused expression. “You haven't been binding for too long, right?”
“No, it's only been about four or five hours so I should be good for at least another three.”
Espio grabbed a bottle of champagne, opening it and taking a drink of it. He offered it to Silver, who took it, put his finger over the mouth of the bottle and flipped it upside down.
“Silver, what are you doing?” Espio asked, laughing.
Silver smirked before putting the bottle back on the table, looking Espio in the eye as he licked the champagne off his finger. He thought for a minute.
“Tastes kinda … fruity. I'm getting a lot of apple from it.”
“Oh my god, how fucking sensitive are your taste buds?”
“What?”
“I have to take an actual drink of it to get any flavor out of it.”
“Dunno, I guess they're just sensitive.”
After a few more drinks both Espio and Silver were drunk.
“Hey, wanna do some drunk karaoke?” Silver asked with a smirk.
“Hell yeah, I do.”
They found some microphones and a wireless speaker and turned on the audio for their drunk karaoke session, which eventually came to both of them screaming the lyrics to Mad As Rabbits.
Afterwards Espio laid down on the couch next to the windows, with Silver collapsing on top of him, yawning.
“Hey, Silver,” Espio mumbled, closing his eyes.
“Hmm?”
“Have I ever told you how fucking weird your packer feels?”
“Pfft. No.”
Espio yawned, falling asleep quickly afterwards. Silver fell asleep on top of him, snoring softly.
About an hour later, Silver was woken up by Bean, who was gently shaking him and almost looked … frantic?
“What do you want, Bean?” Silver groaned with a yawn.
“Take these and go to the bathroom,” Bean said quietly. He shoved several menstrual products, a pair of black boxers, and a pair of black pants into Silver's hands.
Silver felt his face immediately heat up.
“Wha –”
“Just – trust me,” Bean whispered.
Silver realized what was going on and stared at Bean with watering eyes.
“Why do you –”
“Various reasons. I'll clean up out here, you go –”
“I'm sorry, ‘clean up out here’?!”
“Silver, trust me.”
“Did –” Silver was on the verge of sobbing. “Did I bleed on Espio?”
“I don't know, go change!”
Silver teleported to the bathroom and telekinetically locked the door. He was damn close to hyperventilating.
So much for not having a panic attack in the fucking bathroom.
Silver started sobbing. He wasn't even dysphoric, just embarrassed and frustrated. There was a quiet knock on the door.
“Go away! Leave me alone!” Silver shouted, curling into a ball.
“Silver, it's okay,” came Espio's voice. Silver's eyes shot open. “It … it happens.”
“Espio, I bled on y –”
“No, you didn't,” Espio said with a chuckle. “C’mon, let me come in and help.”
“How? How are you going to help me?!”
“I think you could really use a hug right now.”
Silver looked at the door, still crying. He could just see Espio's cargo boots through the crack between the door and the tile of the bathroom floor. He hesitantly unlocked the door using his telekinesis, allowing Espio to enter the room. Espio quickly walked in and locked the door behind him.
“Bean woke me up by accident and told me what happened. Are you okay?”
“N-no! I started fucking bleeding at a fucking party! I'm not okay!”
“Silver, just take care of it and we can go home, okay?”
Silver nodded hesitantly. Espio kneeled next to him, looking at the menstrual products Bean had given Silver.
“Man, he sure doesn't hold back, does he? Why does he even –”
Espio glanced at Silver, who had calmed down but was still crying with his ears as flat against his head as possible.
“I should've been ready for this,” Silver whispered. “I should've had something to prevent this. Now I have a pair of stained jeans.”
“That's what you're worried about?”
“Menstrual blood doesn't wash out of clothes easily, Espio. Either way I'm more worried that I could've bled on you .”
“You didn't. Now change, and we'll go home. 'Kay? What do you prefer using?”
Silver sighed, not meeting Espio's eyes.
“Pads.”
“Gaia, how many kinds of pads are there?”
“An ungodly amount. Personally I prefer scented ones.”
“Here you go,” Espio said with a smile. “I can leave while you do that.”
“I-it's okay, you can stay.”
Silver looked through everything on the floor and grabbed some wipes.
“My fur's probably stained,” he mumbled.
“It'll come out,” Espio assured him. “Nothing's ever stained your fur permanently.”
Silver quickly undressed his lower half and wiped the blood off himself. He noticed there was a small amount on his packer and gently wiped it off. He put a pad on the boxers Bean had given him, then put the boxers and pants on.
“Want me to grab a grocery sack for you to put those in?”
“Sure.”
Espio left to grab a bag, coming back about a minute later.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
Silver put his clothes in the bag, sighing again. Bean met him and Espio at the door before they left.
“Better?” he asked, looking at Silver.
“Yeah. Thanks, Bean.”
“Anytime! If you need anything and I'm around you're free to ask me for pads or extra underwear or anything. I even carry ibuprofen around.”
“Why?”
“I just want to be helpful!” Bean said enthusiastically.
“Well, you really were. Thank you.”
Silver smiled at him as he left with Espio. He looked at the chameleon with a teasing smirk as they started walking home.
“Has your opinion on Team Hooligan changed yet?”
Espio turned hot pink.
“N-no, this doesn't change anything.”
Espio paused.
“Okay, maybe it does. But I still hate Fang's guts.”
Silver rolled his eyes.
“Honestly I'm just happy to know I can go to Bean for help.”
“How long have you had your binder on now?” Espio asked.
“Maybe six hours.”
“I think we have time to run to the store and get some pads.”
“Yeah. Can we drop my clothes off at home first?”
“Of course.”