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a party goes awry (in the best possible way)

TW: alcohol, suggestive (kind of, like there’s no sex or anything), making out

hey guess who learnt how to use ao3 links properly

anyway i’m mentally ill over flower ranchers and this took me a week so please reblog lmao

scott is lost in his thoughts again. it seems to be happening a lot recently, now everyone is back together. without the existential threat of permanent death looming over them, he has more time to actually think about things.

and boy, are there a lot of things to think about.

the one he can’t seem to shake is the question that’s been bugging him for most of the past year and a half: feelings? he doesn’t quite know if he still likes jimmy— having your stomach do somersaults every time you see someone probably means you still like them, right? — but recently a new problem has arisen. tango.

jimmy and tango definitely like each other. and, maybe, scott has found himself watching tango for a little too long to be considered friendliness.

but he can hardly help it. everyone is in their server’s skins, not the life series’ ones now, and god . no one can blame him for staring, not when tango is in blue and black robes, a dark metal crown and black eyeliner and lipstick . and scott thought his own lipstick was cool.

scott is spending a lot of time alone now. not on purpose, but he just can’t find the energy needed to hide his feelings, and honestly, blushing and stammering all the time is just embarrassing.

on the third day, grian (the creator of the life servers) hosts a server-wide party, mainly to remind everyone of the funniest deaths and mishaps over the past 3 games.

nearly everyone looks very different than they did on the life games. of course, there are some people who dress the same no matter what, but for the most part, everyone is looking around at everyone else (mostly the empires members) with surprise.

scott has spent most of the party wandering around, carefully avoiding tango and jimmy, and taking pointed sips of his wine every time one of them looks up at him. until, that is, cleo grabs his wrist and pulls him into a corner, ignoring his yelp of shock.

“are you just gonna ignore them this whole time?” she asks. “because it’s starting to get painful to watch.”

“that- well, that was the plan .” scott says, greatly surprised that he hasn’t spilled his wine. “I avoid them, tango goes back to hermitcraft and I can go back to empires. jimmy lives, like, a thousand blocks away, i’ll be fine.”

cleo raises a disapproving eyebrow. “and you think that’s healthy ?”

“it can’t end up too bad.” scott says.

“I think very much it can.” cleo says. “have you seen grian and scar?”

“shit, are they still not together?” scott asks.

“nope.” cleo says. “and that’s exactly what people will be saying about you-“ she jabs him in the chest. “-if you don’t get your crap together.”

“ they’re together, cleo.” scott says. he glances briefly at them, and regrets it immediately. they’re dancing together, jimmy’s arms around tango’s waist, tango’s head resting on jimmy’s shoulder. his heart plummets.

“see.” he gestures towards them, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

“scott-“ cleo’s voice is gentler now.

“i’m gonna go get a drink.” scott says, putting his wine on the closet table. they’ve just kissed. “something stronger.”

as he reaches the bar, he finds grian there, bottle in hand and looking as bad as scott feels. his wings are massive compared to the fledgling size they usually are on the life servers.

“evening.” scott says.

“hey.” grian’s voice is flat and he’s looking at something. scott follows his gaze at his eyes land on scar, talking animatedly to mumbo.

scott sits on the barstool next to grian. he orders a beer then says, “you too then, huh.”

“yep.” grian says. “who is it for you?”

“probably the two in the strongest relationship on this server.” scott says, nodding in thanks to the bartender and taking his drink.

“shit.” grian says sympathetically.

“doesn’t look like you have it much better.” scott says.

grian gives a humourless laugh. “oh, definitely not. god, why do I fall for the most unattainable people.”

“i’ll drink to that.” scott raises his bottle.

grian clanks his own bottle against scott’s.

“this,” pearls voice says. “is a very, very sad sight.”

“oh, leave us be.” grian says as scott takes a gulp of beer.

“let us wallow in self pity. as a treat.” scott says. his thoughts are starting to feel a bit fuzzy around the edges.

“hear, hear.” grian agrees, who, by the looks of it, is also starting to get a bit drunk. his eyes are slightly crossed.

scott watches as tango spins jimmy around. they’re both laughing, their eyes crinkled up, smiles wide. they’re everything.

“-cott? scott!”

scott starts a little and looks up at pearl. “hi.”

“you were just zoned out.” pearl frowns. “did you hear anything I said?”

“no.” scott says.

“I said that if you two carry on drinking like this, you’ll not be able to remember the past year.” she says appraisingly.

“ good .” scott says and takes another drink.

“you’re meant to be running an empire when you get back.” pearl says.

“oh, I don’t care .” scott waves a hand clumsily.

“yeah, let the man be sad in peace.” grian says.

“you shouldn’t be drinking either.” pearl rounds on him. “remember what happened last time?”

“no one cares how many eyes I have.” grian says, slurring his words ever so slightly. “it was fine . everyone’s here, aren’t they?”

“honestly..” pearl mutters. “fine, you two drink yourselves to death, i’m going to the snack bar.”

scott shrugs and returns his gaze to jimmy and tango. the song has changed, and now they’re stood and talking to scar.

scott grins. “hey, they’re talking to each other.” he elbows grian.

“do you reckon we can make ‘em jealous by, like..” grian trails off, frowning. “what can we do?”

“we could dance together.” scott suggests.

grian takes another drink and spills a bit on his jumper. “can you dance?”

“no.” scott scoffs. “who cares?”

“I like your style.” grian nods at him.

scott slides off his barstool with less grace than he’d prefer, leaving his drink on the bar. he offers grian his hand. “shall we?”

grian’s grin is lopsided. “we shall.”

what they quickly learn is that, whilst they’re bad at dancing at the best of times, they are abysmal when drunk. they stumble, and crash into each other, and grian has smacked scott with one of his wings at least 3 times, and it’s so much fun.

them both being drunk definitely helps, but after a minute they’re nearly collapsing with laughter, their original purpose almost completely forgotten.

almost completely forgotten.

as the second song fades out, scott spots scar moving towards the bar, a very miserable expression on his face.

scott leans in to grian. “call scar over to dance.” it’s not quite a whisper, but it was meant to be.

grian turns around, his grin widening as he sees scar.

“scar!” he waves, jumping up and down. “scar, come dance with us!”

scar’s expression visibly changes to excitement in a second, and he quickly walks over, almost disregarding his cane.

“yay!” grian hugs scar once he reaches them.

“oh, hello.” scar chuckles. when grian stands back again, scar surveys him. “you’re drunk?”

“very drunk.” grian giggles. “I missed you!”

“aww.” scott grins. “you two are the best couple.”

“we’re, uhm. not- not a couple.” scar’s face is bright red.

scott frowns. are they not? he definitely remembers something about them dating. or was it them liking each other? it’s a bit fuzzy. “really? you should be.”

“yeah we should.” grian nods. “you’re handsome.”

“I- you- um. what?” scar stammers.

“can I kiss you?” grian asks.

scott doesn’t reckon he’s seen a man look more flustered than scar does right now.

“you’re- but you’re drunk, you might regret it.” scar manages.

“well that depends on if you love me too.” grian says.

“I- god, you - really ?” scar says.

“I need a yes or no.” grian says. “to both.”

“yes.” scar says. “yes, to- to both.”

grian doesn’t waste any time. he grabs the collar of scar’s shirt, pulls him down and kisses him. they kiss for just enough time for it to have embarrassed scott if he was sober, before grian pulls away.

“i’m gonna go now, plan worked.” grian tells scott.

scott grins. “oh yeah.”

“plan- what?” scott hears scar say as grian and he walk off, towards the door.

scott moves back over to the bar. jimmy and tango are dancing again, so his part of the plan obviously didn’t work. ah well, one out of two ain’t bad. is that how the saying goes?

he orders another beer, starts to watch jimmy and tango again, and..

well, that’s where everything goes fuzzy. the alcohol starts to get the better of him, and he can’t seem to keep everything straight (ha).

one minute he’s at the bar, the next he’s by jimmy and tango, and the next..

—-

scott’s skull has been smashed in with a hammer. it must have been — there’s no better explanation for how much it hurts. he registers the feeling of a duvet over him, and he’s definitely wearing less clothes than he last remembers. his shoes, hat and coat are gone, at least.

he opens his eyes, and luckily the room is dark enough for it not to make his headache worse. he still has to squint though.

“christ alive.” he mutters. his throat is hoarse and scratchy when he speaks. “what even..” he turns over and nearly jumps out of his skin.

next to him, is jimmy’s face, looking worriedly at him.

“jesus-!” scott scrambles back slightly, then winces as his head throbs in protest.

“sorry, sorry.” jimmy says, stepping backwards hurriedly. “um. how are you feeling?”

“like someone’s cracked my head open.” he groans, sitting up. “what even happened?”

“you don’t remember?”

the door opens and tango walks in, turning the light on. the sudden light makes scott’s head feel even worse, and he scrunches up his eyes in protest.

however, after a second, he realises that there is red and black lipstick smudged on jimmy’s face and neck. with dawning horror, he looks over at tango to see his own lipstick smeared, with the unmistakable red of scott’s accompanying it.

“oh no.” scott mutters.

“you were,” tango grins as he sees scott’s face. “ extremely drunk last night. not that i’m complaining.”

scott decides he’s spent too much time sitting around, as he finishes his 3rd beer. he stands up, stumbling, and walks determinedly over to tango and jimmy.

“i’m gonna be honest here,” scott says, startling the two a little. “you are the most handsome people i’ve ever met.”

“you-“ jimmy’s face goes pink. “um. thank you.”

“you’re kind.” tango chuckles, blushing. “are you drunk?”

“mm.” scott grins.

his thoughts are all sloshing around in his mind, but the only one he can grasp is that he really wants to kiss these two people.

it all goes a little blurry, and scott isn’t quite sure how it happens, but the next thing he knows he’s backed up against the wall, kissing jimmy. they both have smears of black lipstick on their necks.

scott pulls back from the kiss to mouth down the side of jimmy’s throat. jimmy makes a noise that’s somewhere between a sigh and a groan.

suddenly, he’s kissing tango, and his brain feels like mush. his legs turn to jelly as tango’s teeth graze his bottom lip, and he has to lean against the wall for support.

both jimmy’s and tango’s lips are on his neck now, and scott might be about to die. this theory is proved when he feels teeth against his skin and he practically collapses, groaning.

***

“oh, god .” scott buries his face in his hands. “i’m never getting drunk again.”

“you’re a good kisser.” tango smirks. “jimmy’d said, but I never knew how good.”

“why did you get so drunk?” jimmy asks, briefly glaring at tango. “you never really did before.”

“it’s stupid.” scott looks up again. “i’d spent the past few days avoiding you because i didn’t want to make a fool of myself, and then there was the party and you were dancing together and kissing and- ugh, I was jealous.”

“aw, you were jealous?” tango says. “oh my god, wait, that’s why you were avoiding us?”

“yes.” scott blushes. “it’s embarrassing now .”

“you’re adorable.” jimmy grins. “what was up with you and grian then?”

“a series of drunken decisions.” scott says. “grian was at the bar when I was there, and we both got equally drunk, and decided to dance together on the off-chance it made you guys and scar jealous.”

“you did that on purpose?” tango exclaims.

“it worked on you?” scott asks, surprised. “I thought it was just scar.”

“yeah, well.” tango is blushing. “he was the first to go to the bar. we assumed there was nothing between you after grian kissed scar.”

“I still consider that my finest idea.” scott says. “just how long have we been waiting for them to get together?”

“too long.” jimmy shakes his head solemnly.

“so, um. what does that make us?” tango asks.

“well, i mean,” scott says, suddenly nervous. “i’d like to be.. well, more than friends. only- only if you guys-“

“I think we’re okay with it.” jimmy says, looking to tango.

“yeah. definitely okay with it.” tango nods.

“boyfriends?” scott asks, failing to disguise his excitement.

“boyfriends.”

—-

word, it seems, has gotten ‘round, and in the afternoon everyone meets up to discuss the happenings of the night prior. a few people look a bit hungover, but no one as much as scott and grian.

grian looks both proud and incredibly embarrassed, and he keeps pulling up the collar of his jumper. scar is wearing a turtleneck, talking to mumbo.

scott grins and walks up to him. “so, you guys had fun last night?”

grian huffs. “yeah, well. we were.. a little tired of pining.” his eyes land on something on scott’s neck. “looks like you did too.” he smirks.

“oh, that’s just from the makeup wipes.” scott says, but when he holds a hand against his neck, his fingers press on a bruise, making him hiss with pain.

“i don’t think that’s makeup wipes.” grian smirks.

scott’s face burns. “oh my god.” he mutters, trying to pull his coat’s collar higher on his neck. with increasing horror, he glances behind him at tango and jimmy, and realises that they have very similar bruises on their own necks.

grian cackles. “oh my god, did you not know?”

“it was- they were covered with makeup!” scott says, hurriedly feeling for any more, and finding at least 2 more. “the wipes- it usually makes the area sting a bit, I just thought-“

he turns around and gestures urgently for jimmy and tango to join him. they do, and scott hurriedly tells them. it gives him some reassurance that they’re as panicked as he is. jimmy ties his bandanna higher on his neck, and tango pulls his hood around his.

“oh, hey guys.” scar says cheerily, walking to them. he slips his hand into grian’s, who in turn blushes. “aw, you keep doing that.” scar grins, looking down at him.

“leave me alone, this is new.” grian says.

“what do we say to scott for getting you together?” scott grins, thankful for the change in topic.

grian rolls his eyes. “thank you.” he drones.

“I still can’t quite believe you’ve liked me this whole time.” scar says. “like, it’s been-“

“years.” scott, tango and jimmy finish in unison.

“you all knew ?” grian exclaims.

“you think you were subtle?” tango says. “the only people who didn’t know were you guys.”

grian scoffs and looks up at scar. “can you believe this?”

scar shrugs. “yes. I didn’t realise you were my soulbound until the second time you dropped dripstone on my head.” he laughs as grian slaps his arm. “well you asked!”

“how did you guys get together then?” grian asks.

scott feels himself blush. “well. I don’t really remember how .”

“you came up to us, drunk as anything, and called us ‘the most handsome people’ you’d ever met.” tango grins.

“then you started talking about how much you wanted to kiss us.” jimmy adds. “it sounded more like you were just voicing your thoughts, actually.”

“oh, kill me now.” scott buries his face in his hands.

“and then-“

“no, I remember that bit quite well.” scott says quickly.

grian laughs. “oh, i’m sure you do.”

“shut up.” scott says. “don’t think I didn’t notice scar’s turtleneck; you usually have to tell him to put his shirt on every ten seconds.”

“alright, alright, i’m sure both of you got a nice amount of hickeys.” cleo’s voice cuts through, embarrassingly loud. “you don’t have to compete, it’s okay.”

“ cleo .” grian hisses, pink again.

“oh, come on, you five are the topic of the server!” cleo grins. “i’ve won so much money since yesterday, it’s amazing. so please, keep talking incredibly obviously about you making out last night.”

“I did tell you not to get so drunk.”

scott yelps in shock, jumping sideways. pearl has just appeared next to him.

“jesus!” scott says.

pearl laughs. “it is not hard to overhear you.”

“i’d say it was worth it.” tango says to scott.

“i’m just hoping you don’t have to be drunk to do that again.” jimmy smirks.

scott turns bright pink. “I can’t believe I fell for you two.”

“but you did~” jimmy singsongs.

“oh, I really did.” scott smiles. he nudges jimmy. “I never knew you had a thing for ice wizards.”

“oh shut up.” jimmy blushes. “it’s a coincidence .”

“someone has a type~” tango teases, in the same tone as jimmy.

“I do not .” jimmy protests.

“is it the blue hair?” scott says.

“I reckon it’s the blue hair.” tango nods.

“you were blonde when I started dating you.” jimmy reminds him.

“yeah, and I wasn’t an ice wizard when you first dated me .” scott says. “it just happens.”

“hey, maybe jimmy doesn’t have a type, maybe he just bestows ice powers onto whoever he dates.” tango says.

“ooh, yeah!” scott says. “I already had the blue hair, maybe that just comes with the ice.”

“ guys .” jimmy says. “I don’t give people ice magic when I date them.”

“aw, really?” tango whines. “but that’d be- mmph!”

jimmy has interrupted him by kissing him. “shush about the ice magic.” he says.

tango blushes. “yep, will do.”

scott laughs. “i hope you do, though. maybe i’ll get the magic again, that was fun.”

jimmy makes an annoyed noise, before grabbing the collar of scott’s shirt and kissing him, hard. scott’s brain short-circuits, and now all he can think is how much he missed kissing jimmy.

“I think you’ve effectively shut both of them up.” grian’s voice says from a distant world that isn’t this kiss.

jimmy pulls back, grinning.

“jesus.” scott mutters to himself.

“hear hear.” tango agrees.

grian bursts out laughing. “oh my god, you guys are made for each other.”

scott doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

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