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Tommy asks to visit Dream again.
Sam is taken aback by this request but Tommy seems determined, he asks him if he's sure and Tommy says he is.
Neither his voice, nor expression wavers.
Sam let him in.
He regrets it.
Here he is, ten minutes later, shifting his weight from foot to foot anxiously and cursing the damn platform for being so slow.
He desperately hopes that he can reach them before anybody's clothes come off.
He doesn't know what the fuck Tommy is thinking.
He didn't seem high or drunk.
But surely he's not completely sane.
Sam watched the camera's closely, making sure Dream doesn't try to hurt Tommy again.
They seem to just be talking.
It doesn't seem like an argument.
Tommy walks over to Dream and sinks down onto his lap, and oh dear, that's not ok.
They're making out and Sam starts to panic as he runs over to the controls and presses the button for the platform.
He doesn't even wait for the lava, just chugs a fire res and endures the feeling of his flesh melting.
He leaps off of the platform into Dream's cell and grabs Tommy by the back of his shirt, pulling him away from Dream. Tommy glares up at him.
"So you're just fine with murder, but you draw the line at kissing?"
Tommy says sourly.
Dream chuckles, it's not the same as usual, it's a lighter sound.
Sam hides his shame behind anger, he wasn't watching the cameras then.
He steps back onto the platform and presses a button on his comm.
Tommy blows a kiss at Dream as the platform jerks and moves away from the cell.
Dream mimes catching it.
He says nothing, doesn't let go of the back of Tommy's shirt.
Tommy's pouting like a little kid who has to stay inside for recess.
When they finally reach the other side, he makes sure the lava wall is down so that Tommy doesn't get hurt.
Then he lets go of him and says, "What the fuck were you thinking?"
Tommy shrugs, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Tommy, you're no longer allowed in the prison. From this point on, if you are found on prison grounds, you will be killed. I'll be escorting you out."
Tommy scoffs, but Sam hears footsteps behind him as he begins to lead Tommy towards the exit.
Three days have passed and Tommy's sitting drunk on a roof at SnowChester, the prison just barely visible in the distance.
Three days and Dream still hasn't used the chorus fruit Tommy gave him.
Now, the trip to the prison and antedecent theft was spontaneous, but it was in no way not thought out.
Whenever he inevitably ends up in the courtroom, no one can say it wasn't premeditated to some degree.
No, he had overheard that Ranboo had gotten ahold of chorus fruit and had done his little crime boy thing and nicked a few from the lanky fuckers chests.
Then, as Sam was coming over on the platform and couldn't see them yet, he'd quickly passed it to Dream, winked at him and locked their lips again.
He had to admit, kissing him was fun, not like in a hanging out with Tubbo kind of fun, more of a going way too fast on a motorcycle that you don't know how to drive kind of fun.
Danger was a figure in the background, not directly addressed but never unpresent.
He did taste kind of gross though, months of bad hygiene building up.
But regardless, even with lips chapped from the heat, the man knew how to kiss.
His communicator beeps, he ignores it for a second, thinking it's Tubbo telling him to get off his roof or something, wanting to stay in his reverie for a moment longer before curiousity forces his hand.
He's glad it does, there's a message from Dream.
<< ;) >>
It's quickly followed with,
<<where are you?>>
If Tommy was even a bit more sober, he'd be scared, but instead he's drunk and just a little bit horny.
<<Las nevadas.>>
He types back, not wanting Dream to come to SnowChester and just putting the closest place, though it's really not all that close.
Regardless, he climbs off the roof and starts to stumble off in the direction of Las Nevadas.
About forty minutes later he's sitting in Dream's lap in an alley in Las Nevadas, the pungent smell of what Dream keeps refferring to as "the good kush" clouding his head as he pushes his lips against Dream.
Fuck, if Dream really wanted him to go submissive, he could of just kissed him.
On second thought, that only would have freaked him out back then.
In defense of his current self, Dream got hot in prison.
Not having anything to do besides workout and write leading to quite a bit of buffing up.
Not that Tommy minds in the slightest, what with how easy it would be for Dream to pick him up and do unspeakable things to him against a building.
That, and the hair. It's currently very matted, he didn't have a hair brush in his cell, but regardless, long fluffy blonde hair framing his face, those stunning green eyes.
Fuck.
Tommy pushes just a bit harder againsnt Dream, crushing their lips together and savouring the feel before he pulls back.
He catches his breath as Dream takes a puff of the blunt, he offers the end to Tommy, watching hungrily as Tommy takes it easily, holds it for a minute, then leans forward and kisses Dream again, breathing the smoke into him.
Dream pushes it out his nostrils and from the way Tommy's pupils expand as he watches, he definitely finds it hot.
Dream puts his hand on the back of the pretty boy's head, bringing him closer as he surges into another heated kiss.
Dream's tongue prods into his mouth and he welcomes it readily, he cringes at the taste but pushes through, forcing his tongue against Dream's.
Dream laps into his mouth like a dog, along his tongue and the inside of his lips, tracing the detail of his teeth with the tip of his tongue.
Tommy stays still while Dream explores his mouth.
His hands roam, pressing to Dream's stomach through the tight grey t-shirt.
He feels soft but then Tommy feels the corner of Dream's mouth curl up, his stomach flexing under Tommy's fingers.
He gasps a little bit at how much definition there is.
He can't tell if his face heating up is over Dream's muscles or the fact that he so openly gasped about Dream's muscles.
Dream continues to lead him through a kiss that's he's not entirely there for, but nevertheless throughly enjoying as his fingers trace up Dream's toned stomach, feeling along his chest, ''accidentally'' brushing his thumb across Dream's nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Dream bites Tommy's bottom lip softly in response and Tommy doesn't do it again, just massages Dream's upper arms.
Dream's hand comes down from the back of his head, both arms wrapping tightly around his waist.
Surprisingly it doesn't send alarms ringing through his head, just makes him feel all hot and needy.
Then one of Dream's hands is slipping between his thighs, kneading the soft flesh and oh fuck that feels amazing.
Tommy moans shamelessly into Dream's mouth.
Dream pulls away just enough to look at him, chuckling.
"Oh? Did I find a senstive spot?"
Dream teases, applying just a bit more pressure as he slowly massages his legs.
He's so soft and squishy, strong muscle just underneath a layer of supple fat.
Tommy's breath comes in desperate little pants, his tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth.
He wants to lick something.
He wants to put Dream's dick in his mouth.
With quite a bit of effort, he slips out of Dream's lap, taking his thighs away from those pleasantly torturous hands.
He gets down on all fours, arching his back and sticking his ass up in a way that he hopes is less clumsy and more enticing.
From the expression on Dream's face, eyes wide, nostrils flared, eyebrows tipping up as he worries his bottom lip with oddly white teeth, it is.
He fumbles with the waistband of Dream's uniform, too intoxicated to get it open enough to gain access to his dick.
A minute goes by and Dream quietly says, seemingly to himself, "Suck me sloppy through my jorts."
Tommy pauses, trying to comprehend what in the fuck Dream just said.
"I- what?"
His tone is just so bewildered that Dream busts out laughing.
He does too, mostly because of what Dream said, somewhat because of his own tone and also because Dream's laughter.
He pitches forward a bit, his face going into the crotch of Dream's pants, which is embarrassing even though that was the whole objective just a moment before.
He laughs even harder as he tries to pull back but ends up on his side, laughing on the ground.
Dream grabs his hands and they flop around a little bit, high from a mixture of drugs, arousal and laughter.
A moment passes of them just staring at each other on the ground as they calm down.
The look on Dream's face is just so fond. Tommy wiggles over and kisses him softly on the lips.
His hands come up to cup Dream's face, one hand slipping into his hair.
It snags and Dream flinches.
Tommy starts crying.
He wants to play with Dream's hair, but its all matted, he's so pretty, how could Sam let him get all dirty?
(Logic has long left the poor boy.)
Dream sits them up, patting Tommy's back soothingly as he cries.
"Hush Toms, you're alright. Can you tell me whats wrong?"
He tries to answer but just ends up sobbing pathetically.
"I- yu- your so pretty!"
It sounds so distraught and Dream doesn't quite understand what he means but he's so adorable like this.
He pulls Tommy forward, making him rest his face against his chest as he pats his hair.
"Shhh honey, you're pretty too."
That just makes Tommy sob harder, Dream doesn't know what he's doing wrong, he's actively trying to be nice and failing.
Tommy makes more blubbering sad little noises and Dream tries his best.
Then Tommy sits up, almost hitting his head on Dream's chin.
He looks so upset, big wobbly eyes, plush bottom lip pushed out in a pretty little pout.
"Your hair!"
He wails out, more tears coming out as he pets at Dream's hair.
Dream's so confused at this point, what's wrong with his hair?
Yeah it's a little matted but it's not that bad...
Tommy grabs the front of his shirt and shakes him a bit.
"I've got a brush at my house, we have to go to my house!"
Oh, oh.
"Alright."
"Poggers!"
Then Dream's being jerked upwards as Tommy drags him the direction of his house.
It takes like 30 more minutes just to walk there, Dream's about to pass out by time Tommy stumbles apon his own house.
"There it is. Come on."
Tommy's buzz is starting to wear off and his volumes lowering.
He vaguely remembers something needing a hair brush.
He's more focused on the alcohol that he knows he has stashed in his base.
As soon as Dream steps through the door, Tommy's pressing him up against it.
A quick, sloppy kiss leaves Dream dazed.
He follows dumbly as Tommy leads him over to the bed and makes him sit down.
Tommy leans over him, smiling down at his flushed features before he connects their mouths again.
He plunges his tongue into Dream's mouth, alot more rough and dominant than earlier.
Dream grips his hips hard and throws him down on the bed beside him, quickly slotting himself over Tommy's form.
Pressing his knee between Tommy's delectable thighs.
He relishes the moan he gets, but doesn't let up in the mean little kisses he's pressing into Tommy's neck.
Tommy's hands come up and trail softly up his sides.
"Sorry."
He whispers low, right into Dream's ear.
Dream lets up, but not before pressing another, much softer kiss to his cheek.
"If you're gonna be rough with me, then I'm gonna be rough with you."
Tommy nods, putting a hand on Dream's chest and pushing him away just enough to wriggle out from underneath him.
"Noted."
He says as he leaves the room.
Dream hears rustling as he looks for something.
Tommy goes over to his jukebox, pushing it aside and pulling up the floorboards underneath it.
Inside are seven cans of the good shit.
He grabs the cases of White Claw, (dont judge him, it's his favourite), and goes back into the other room with it.
He sets it down on the bed next to where Dream is laying, arm tossed over his eyes.
Dream hums in response to the shifting around him, but doesn't move.
Then Tommy opens his bedside table, grabbing out his hair brush.
He wants to crash on the bed next to Dream and think of what else to get before they go back out but instead he climbs on top of Dream, straddling his hips, his hands splayed out on his stomach, right above his waistband, which is slung... Quite low on his hips.
Dream moves his arm, a playful smirk on his lips, eye's half lidded as he quirks an eyebrow at him.
Tommy rolls his hips down against Dream's teasingly.
Dream catches hold of his hips, squeezing him just right.
He moans, lowering himself over Dream's torso so that he's face to face with him like a languid jungle cat.
He just looks at him for a moment, enjoying the expression on his face for a second before he dives in for another kiss.
When the kiss parts for a second he whispers, "You wanna go get drunk on the roof?"
Dream pauses for a moment.
"Sure."
He grabs the brush and one case while Dream grabs the other, and they head out.
He's leaning back on his elbows, pleasantly cool night air reviving him.
He tosses back another Whiteclaw and idly pushes the brush through Dream's hair, the orange-blonde strands slowly becoming untangled.
Dream seems to be enjoying it, his eyes closed in comfort, a low rumbling coming from him.
Tommy stops, staring at Dream.
"Are you purring right now?"
Dream snaps alert, "No."
He says and it reminds Tommy vagely of a little kid trying to lie.
The purring continues.
He offers a whiteclaw to Dream who accepts it quietly.
He opens another for himself and continues pushing the brush through Dream's hair.
The tangles are gone, but he keeps brushing just because the action is soothing and Dream seems to enjoy it.
The brush moves smoothly through the strands, they're a little too dirty to be soft.
He notices the dirt on Dream's arms, on his clothes, the bits of his face that he can see through the cracked mask.
His gaze trails down his arms to his hands.
There's blood in his fingernails.
"That's my blood."
He says absentmindedly, Dream atleast has the decency to wince as he says it.
Good, he deserves to wince.
But still, he's gross.
"I want to give you bath like a weird cat."
Dream shrugs, "Alright."
Tommy sits up a bit, "Wait, really?"
Dream looks at him like he said something stupid.
"A chance to get clean? No way in hell im not gonna take that."
Tommy doesn't make any move to get up, and neither does Dream.
Tommy hears Shroud whirr a few feet away. "Awww, hi Shroud! oh my child, my little babeh scringly doovey poo."
Confusion twists Dream's expression under the mask.
"Shroud?" He asks.
"Yeah, my spider son."
"You have a spider?"
"Yeah."
"That's dumb."
He drunkenly shoves at Dream's chest, "HEY! YOU'RE DUMB!"
Then they're tangled on the ground, half wrestling, half making out.
The ground shifts slightly underneath them and they both go still, eyes wide as they stare at each other in the dark.
Tommy very carefully gets off of Dream and they both crawl over to the edge of the roof.
They go down the ladder and stand there, looking at each other for a second at the bottom.
Then they're making out again.
Somebodies leg gets wrapped around someone elses and they stumble to the ground.
Tommy rolling so that he's on top of Dream again, his hands running through his now untangled hair, it feels so good between his fingers.
Dream's mouth on his feels even better.
Ten minutes later, Dream's taking a shower while Tommy sits on his bed, just enjoying his buzz.
He hears the shower shut off, sits up and waits.
Dream comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, Tommy's eyes trail up from his feet, tracking up his strong legs, the towel slung around his hips, showing off his pleasure trail, the way his torso dips down in a v, he's easily sporting a six pack.
He gulps and wolf whistles, it's quickly cut off as he bursts out into laughter at how fluffy Dream's hair is, he was right on the nail with "like a weird cat" earlier.
He looks like an angry kitten, his expression unamused as he waits for Tommy to stop laughing.
Tommy sobers after a moment.
Just taking another second to admire the man in front of him.
Dream quirks his eyebrow at the way Tommy's looking at him.
"Like what you see?"
He grins as he says it, stalking closer, getting all up in Tommy's space.
Tommy blushes, swallowing again as he holds Dream's gaze.
"Yeah."
It's husky and low in the back of his throat.
Dream just smiles like the cat who got the canary as he trails his hand up Tommy's chest, stopping just at Tommy's neck.
Tommy's hand grasps Dream's, brushing his thumb along his skin as he looks up into his eyes.
"Want to get out of here?"
He was wanting to ask if he wanted a blowjob, but oh well.
Dream doesn't reply, just leans down and kisses him, he doesn't taste as bad as before, Tommy willingly tangles his tongue with the older man's.
Then their up and stumbling out of his house, heading back to Las Nevadas.
It takes alot longer this time seeing as they're stopping at every other tree to push each other up against it and lock lips.
Someone's hand gets stuck down someone elses pants quite a few times.
Dream's mask gets lost somewhere in the woods.
Purpled is is little too tired to be pissed off, but nevertheless, he's pissed off.
Someone's banging on the door of the wedding hall.
He has no idea what time it is, but it feels late as balls.
He yanks the door open, two people fall into the room, having clearly been making out against the door.
Tommy stands up and goes, "Purpled! Biggest man alive! Would you officiate our wedding?"
He gestures to Dream.
Purpled's too tired for this shit.
"No."
Tommy immediately starts pouting, "Pleassssee, we'll pay extra!"
Who does he think he is? Punz?
Purpled doesn't budge.
"Get out." Dream pulls Tommy away.
Purpled slams the door shut and goes back to bed.
Once they're outside, Tommy visibly brightens as thinks of something.
"Ooo! Ooo! I have an idea!"
Tommy whisper shouts, attempting to be quiet but failing.
"Hm?"
Dream asks as Tommy drags him towards a... Questionable looking building.
"I hid some stuff in the strip club a while back!"
Huh, explains why it looks like that then.
They go inside and Tommy makes a beeline towards the center of the room, leaping up on stage and hands going to the pole there, feeling along it until he finds a button and is able to pop open a small compartment.
He pulls out a baggy with several multicoloured pills and a smaller baggy of white powder.
Dream was not expecting the kid who's whole shtick was drugs to pull out actual drugs, but he rolls with it.
Tommy lays the baggy down, looking like a kid with a full pillowcase on Halloween.
He points to three small pink pills and says, "That makes your head fuzzy and your dick hard."
Two blue ones, "That makes the world your bitch."
Five round white ones, "That one is just plain great."
And finally to the baggy, " And THAT makes you go brr, but Ranboo has dibs on that."
Dream files away the knowledge that Ranboo is doing coke in his spare time.
"So, which one you wanna try first."
The white both sounds and looks appealing.
"Uh, the white."
"Cool, open your mouth."
Tommy fishes out four, placing two on Dream's tongue before quickly taking the other two.
Tommy takes the baggy of cocaine out, stuffing it back into the hole in the pole, before reassembling the pole and shoving the bigger bag into his backpocket.
"Alright! Now I know Wilbur has some tequila stashed somewhere around here. He was supposed to work as a stripper here but Big Q pissed him off and he quit before he even started, should'a seen him, he was all in a tizzy."
Dream placidly listens to Tommy ramble as he waits for those pills kick in.
From some other room he hears an "AHA!" and knows Tommy must have found the booze.
He brings it back and makes a big display of opening it, pouring it into two playboy bunny themed shotglasses.
He hands one to Dream, loops their arms and counts down.
They both throw it back at the same time, Dream winces at how bad it cuts and admires how Tommy takes it like a champ.
Tommy offers him more but he declines, to which Tommy jumps up on one of the smaller stages, spinning around wildy as he drinks straight from the bottle.
He whoops as Tommy sets the bottle down, loops his leg around the pole and does a little rotation.
It looks fun, Dream climbs onto a different smaller stage, replicating What Tommy did.
It looks alot more graceful and appealing.
Tommy's mouth drops as he watches Dream get loose on the pole.
Dream goes hard at it, he doesn't mind showing off in the slightest.
"Jesus fucking christ Big D, where'd you learn to pole dance?!"
Tommy asks as he climbs down, only slightly winded.
He giggles in response, it's a cute sound and he quickly finds Tommy back up in his lap.
It's yet another sloppy, heated make out session.
Tommy pulls away first, "You wanna go vandalise some shit? I found spray paint in the back."
Dream immediately nods, "Fuck yeah."
"Wait, I got something for you first."
Tommy seperates himself from Dream and leads him into the back of the strip club.
He grabs a paper plate and duct tapes it onto Dream's face.
He pulls out a sharpie and draws a smiley face onto it.
"I know your self conscious about your face."
Dream coos at him, feeling a surge of fondness at the gesture.
Tommy blushes and brushes him off, dragging him outside.
They stand for a minute just enjoying the lights, until Tommy pulls him towards the fountain.
They run around for a hot minute, spray painting random shit.
The fountain ends up with an addition of "drugs r pog" and several angry looking little sharp toothed animal guys doing various drugs.
Dream spray paints a few random symbols, some are for actual things, like necromancy, but others are just squiggles.
The necromancy one ends up with an undead horse, so there's just a zombie horse walking around the main square.
Eventually they come back to the fountain.
Dream lays on the concrete edge, just looking up at the black sky, no stars visible due to light pollution.
Tommy stands to the side, holding his hand.
He tries to crawl on top of him so he can straddle him like earlier, but slips and sends them both into the fountain.
The noise distracts them from the angry mexican stomping up.
Tommy laughs at Dream just floating in the fountain.
Then Dream gets swatted right across the face with a broom.
He jumps up and they both leap out of the fountain.
Quackity gives chase, screaming at them what sounds like curses in spanish.
Tommy laughs loudly as they run in circles around the fountain.
Fundy wakes up from yet another nightmare, he gets up, needing a cigarette.
He steps out onto the balcony and lights one up, he takes a couple puffs when he hears raucous laughter.
He looks down to see Tommy running around the fountain, he's dragging along....Dream?!
Sure enough, in prison garb and what looks like a paper plate with a crooked smiley face on it, is Dream.
Tommy doesnt look the slightest bit upset to be touching him, and is in fact smiling widely and laughing.
He's stumbling and swaying just a bit as he runs, seemingly intoxicated.
Fundy doesn't even realise Quackity's chasing them with a broom until Dream trips and ends up in the fountain.
Fundy can hear his wheeze all the way up here.
Quackity's yelling what Fundy can only assume is cusswords in spanish as he swats at Dream with the broom.
After Tommy causes an explosion by kicking one of the green dumpsterish electricty boxes, which distracts Quackity, he goes back and fishes Dream back out of the fountain, laughing at him.
"Aww, my poor meow meow."
Dream practically hisses at him, which just causes him to laugh more, which in turn makes Dream grumpier.
He's standing there sulking, all soggy while he crosses his arms and pouts.
The sight leaves Tommy on the ground.
"Hey, didn't you have drugs in your back pocket."
Tommy immediately jolts up, fishing the soggy bag out of his pocket and practically wailing at the find.
"NOOO MY DRUGSS!"
He cries out, completely devastated.
Dream just grabs his hand and drags him along.
"Come on, we need to get out of here before Quackity comes back."
Tommy doesn't notice how Dream flinches when he says his name.
They go to the restaurant, intending to lay low.
It works, for a while.
It's completely dark in there, but Dream's eyes emit a faint green glow.
It's weird but Tommy thinks it's really fucking cool.
"Can you see in the dark?" He asks, his voice a whisper.
"A little bit, but not alot."
Dream shrugs.
He pulls out a spray paint can.
He climbs onto on of the tables and spray paints "⏁⍜⋔⋔⊬'⌇ ⊑⍜⟒" on the ceiling.
Tommy goes to the bathroom while he does this.
He feels like he's gonna throw up.
He should take more drugs.
A few moments later he finds out he should not have taken more drugs, he's bent over the toilet seat, heaving his stomach contents out into the cold porcelain.
It finally starts to subside as he he stares into the bowl.
The contents start to shift.
A face appears and cheerful voice says "Hello Tommy from Some Places!"
Tommy screams and hits the flush, sending the face swirling around the bowl before dissapearing down the drain with a little "ᵂʰᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉ⁻"
He comes back out of the bathroom visibly shaken.
Dream cheers at his appearance which makes him smile and completely forget what happened in the bathroom.
He then goes back to the bathroom, nicks the joint of all their toilet paper, goes back out and doles out munitions.
They proceed to have a toilet paper war.
Tommy figures it's been long enough and they can get back to mischief, despite never ceasing their mischief, to which he decides he's gonna fuck up some electronics.
He somehow manages to pull one of the display menu's off the wall and get it to access YouTube, to which he begins blasting disco girl.
He goes and lays down on one of the tables while Dream dances drunkenly on a different table.
He's busting a move right as Quackity busts through the door.
Quackity storms over and whacks Dream again with his broom, which makes Dream stumble.
The table breaks with a huge crack, sending Dream sprawling, close to the table Tommy is on.
Tommy doesn't want the fun to end. He rolls off the table and crawls over to Dream, making out with him again.
Quackity stands there, angrily ranting in spanish and gesturing wildly.
He seems to be scolding them but they don't pay any attention.
After he seems to conclude his rant.
He grabs the two of them by the respective collar and drags them out of the restaurant, across the square, up the steps and into the casino.
He ignores the zombie horse breakdancing in the parking lot next to a ripped and empty plastic bag.
Wilbur gets there a split second before Sam.
When Quackity had called him in the middle of the night telling him to come over, he hadn't known what to expect, a cliche romantic dinner or a knife to the neck, he doesnt think he'll mind either, but certainly not this.
Quackity is yelling angry spanish into a phone.
Dream is passed out, tied up, and layed out on the floor, a styrofoam plate with a lopsided smiley face duct taped to his face.
Tommy is next to him, drunkenly giggling and stroking Dream's hair.
Wilbur.exe has crashed.
He reboots while Sam shows up.
Sam also stands there in stunned silence for a moment.
Sam is the first to break the impromptu vow of silence that's fallen over them both.
"Uhm Quackity? Why is Tommy tied up too?"
Quackity slams his phone shut.
(it's a flip phone cause he's a drug dealer.)
He turns to Wilbur and Sam and smiles in a way that isn't anything resembling a positive emotion.
"Long story, just get them out of here."
The next morning Tubbo shows up for work tired, but what's new.
He kisses his husband goodbye at the outskirts of Las Nevadas, getting ready for another day of flipping burgers and quelling rat unions.
He is not expecting to find his restaurant in shambles.
He stands amidst the chaos, taking stock.
One of the tables is broken, there's silly string and graffiti everywhere.
He can hear a busted pipe in the bathroom spewing water.
There's toilet paper everywhere.
He looks at the ceiling in exasperation, only to find vaguely familiar writing.
He can't read it but he definitely recognises the letters.
He leaves the restaurant, goes down the hill, walks into the burger van, grabs Ranboo's sleeve, drags him back up the hill, into the restaurant and points to the writing on the celing.
"Read that."
Ranboo, completely used to Tubbo's bossiness, stares at the writing.
After a long pause he looks back at Tubbo and says, "Uh, Tubbo, what happened here last night?"
Tubbo shrugs, "Beats me, I literally just walked in."
Ranboo fidgets a bit.
"I didn't enderwalk last night did I?"
Tubbo cocks his head to the side like an inquisitive dog.
"No, you were in bed all night."
Ranboo seems to relax at that.
"Alright cool, so I didn't write that... It uh, it says 'Tommy's hoe'."
Tubbo just gives a little, "Huh."
And gets started on cleaning up.
Ranboo stands there awkwardly for a second.
"I'm gonna go back to the van now."
Tubbo's head pops up, he waves as he says, "Okay, have a good day at work Boo."
He smiles.
"I'll try, you try too, okay?"
With that, he leaves.
Later, around 10:00 or so, when he's able to clean the mess and get in about an hour and a half of working, Quackity stops by.
"Oh thank gods, you managed to clean that mess up, I should give you a raise."
Tubbo rolls his eyes under his bangs, "Yeah, you should."
Quackity ignores him, instead going into a mini tirade in Spanish.
"Dulce jesus hijo de maria! You'll never believe what I had to deal with last night. The sheer amount of damage they managed to do!"
He breaks back off into Spanish.
Eventually, he's able to put together all the bits and peices of what Quackity told him.
Somehow, Tommy managed to break Dream out of prison and they proceeded to run amoc in Las Nevadas, little out of character for Tommy considering his tragic backstory, but then again he was very drunk and high so who knows.
Ranboo doesn't get the sweet sweet context that Tubbo's graced with.
Wilbur stumbles in late, which doesn't make sense considering he lives in the van... Oh well.
He tells Ranboo he was up late last night bailing Tommy out.
"W- Bailing him out...? What did he do?" Wilbur shrugs, "I don't even know, all I know is that Quackity called me over really late and I come over not knowing what I'd find, but I certainly didn't think it would be my little brother tied up in a casino, while he pets Dream's hair and giggles, which totally wasn't traumatising to see. I still don't know why Dream was there, fucker was passed out though."
Ranboo looks dumbfounded
"Huh."
Is all he can muster.
Then smoke hits his nostrils and he scrambles to flip the charred burgers.
On their lunch break, Ranboo goes up the hill to spend time with Tubbo.
Tubbo sits down with a bluescreen face, Ranboo understands the feeling.
"So, do you have any idea why Dream and Tommy where in Las Nevadas last night?"
Tubbo doesn't wait til he's done chewing, and Ranboo glances away as he speaks.
"I don't have the whole story, but I'm pretty sure I got the important parts, you tell me what you know first."
Ranboo gladly concedes his knowledge.
"Wilbur got woken up in the middle of the night by Quackity calling him, had to come get Tommy from where he was tied up in the casino. He was there with Dream."
Tubbo swallows his food before he speaks this time.
"So apparently Tommy broke Dream out of prison, they spent a wild night trashing Las Nevadas."
Ranboo's eyes widen.
"Holy shit."
He says, Tubbo claps and cheers, "You cussed!"
He quickly sobers though.
"But yeah, I get it. Tommy has done weirder shit though."
"What could possibly be weirder than this?"
Ranboo asks incredulously, poor foolish child.
Tubbo levels him with a hard look... despite the fact he can't see his eyes.
"Trust me on this one big man."
Ranboo holds his hands out playcatingly, "Alright, alright, I digress."
Tubbo quirks his eyebrow, again despite it being hidden by his bangs.
"Digress? You been spending too much time with Wilbur."
Just after he says it, they both get a quiet ping from Sam
Sam whispered to you: All members associated with the country of Las Nevadas are to meet by the fountain apon receiving this message.
They're a motley bunch.
Purpled looking like he wants to kill God.
Fundy standing looking anxious with his tail tucked between his legs.
Foolish is in his smaller form, which is still way too tall, with a vacant happy expression plastered on his face.
Wilbur is standing near Ranboo, who's standing near Tubbo, they're all watching Sam expectantly.
Slime has been rescued from the pipe, but is a puddle on the ground.
Tommy, who Sam dragged here, is sitting on the ground, looking like he knows the name of god, and it is hangover.
Once everyone is gathered, Sam addresses them.
"I'm sure most of you are aware of what took place last night and I would like to assure you, Dream is once again securely in his cell."
Foolish's eyes go wide as he hears this, uttering a quiet, "What?", which he is quickly shushed for.
"As the majority of the server was not alerted to this series of events, I've taken measures to prevent any future escapes, and am now asking you to please not share any information on last nights occurence any farther than you already have.
If anyone asks, don't say a word."
Quackity steps up beside him, grinning slyly, "After all, what happens in Las Nevadas, stays in Las Nevadas."
Foolish is still standing in the background looking confused as everyone else leaves.
"Wait, what?"
Ranboo pats him on the arm, "Don't worry about it Foolish, you don't wanna know."
He says before hurrying after Wilbur, in the direction of the van.
They leave Tommy passed out in the ground as further penance for his sins.