Requested by: TynaTheFox

UwU

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Your POV:

You sighed when yet another drunk man hit on you. "Sir, we sell drinks here. We don't sell prostitutes." You told him, trying to stay professional. The man huffed and looked at his watch. "Well, I have to head out. Save my seat, won't you?" "Sir... I don't work here 24/7..." You shook your head and the man stumbled out.

"Doesn't Tom usually-" You were cut off by Tom entering the bar. "Yeah, I knew it." You said, immediately grabbing a bottle of Smirnoff and setting it on the counter. Tom sat on a chair near the counter and took the Smirnoff. "Aww, how did you know?" "You come here almost everyday, Tom. How could I forget?" You smiled and cleaned the counter near Tom.

"So... how're you doing?" You asked. "Matt's still doing dumb stuff, and Edd is getting better at drawing... I guess." Tom answered, drinking his Smirnoff. You nodded and started cleaning tables around the bar. Whenever Tom came in, the bar was empty until the next day. "Well, it's good to know that you're doing alright. I would hate to see you upset..." You commented, cleaning in a circular motion on the tables.

"...Why?" Tom questioned. "Aren't I basically just a random stranger that comes here to get drunk all the time?" He added. You turned your body to face Tom and shook your head. "Tom, you're great to be around! We're friends, right? I hope so..." You trailed off and went back to wiping the table. "Yeah, I think we're friends. Sorry, that question was a bit rude..." Tom responded.

(Edd: "TOM, STAHP BEIN' SO R00D!")

"No, it's fine to be honest. You weren't sure, and that was how you expressed your feelings." "Y/N... how long have you been a bartender?" "...About 5 years..." "Why don't you try being a therapist?" "I like it here! I get to meet good people sometimes, like you!" Tom blushed and looked away. "Dude... you blushed!" "I'm just drunk." "...Hmm..." You rolled your eyes and went back to the counter.

You lit a cigarette and set it on the side of your lips. "You smoke?" "I've smoked before when you were watching!" "...Oh..." You laughed and blew some smoke out at Tom. "Y/N, no! I don't want lung cancer!" "Pfft-" "It happens!" You smirked and took the cigarette out of your mouth, holding it in between your index finger and your middle finger.

"Do you want it?" "W-what?!" "I asked if you wanted to try it. Do you?" "...You just put that in your mouth..." "So what?" Tom thought about it for a moment. "F-fine, only for a few seconds." Tom decided. He held his hand out, but you placed the cigarette onto his mouth for him. His blush grew darker and it spread through his face.

"Is something wrong?" "N-no... it's all good. I-I think I'm done with it now though." You took it from his mouth and put it back on your own. "Well, trying new things is good. Just... don't get addicted?" "Y/N, that's terrible advice." "I dunno! I started smoking in high school, and this is where I am now. I tried it, but I got addicted. That's bad." Tom chuckled and drank some more Smirnoff.

Usually, he drinks heavily. Tonight, for some reason, he drank lightly. "Y/N... I wanted to tell you something..." "Yeah? Well, I'm here to... hear." "Yeah, hahah..." You stood in a comfortable position and crossed your arms. "Okay, tell me!" "Recently, I shot Tord's robot with a harpoon. You know Tord, right?" You nodded and waited for him to continue.

"Well, he has an army. It's scary... but also... odd? I'm not sure how to feel about it. Anyways, he's slowly taking Britain over. I wonder if America is going to get involved, but I doubt it. How should I feel about all of this?" "I didn't know that you were into politics. I think that you should just... maybe... try to forget about him until that time comes. Maybe it's all under control, and he won't gain leadership over Britain. He most likely won't ban Smirnoff, because he's too busy with all of his leader stuff. What if he dies in a battle? How do you think you would feel?" You asked. "I was never into politics, but his army scares me. If he died... I would wonder if his army would just replace him with another leader. I don't know how I'd feel..." Tom answered, taking a sip of Smirnoff.

"Just know that everything will most likely turn out fine. If not, you could always take a plane somewhere. There are English speakers around the world, so it's not too much of an issue." You told him, setting your hands onto the counter. "...You always know how to cheer me up..." "It's my job! Kinda!" "You're badass and a nerd at the same time. How does that work?" "I'm not- well, maybe sometimes... I'm not usually a nerd." You both joked around with eachother, letting your worries go. Why hold onto them with no purpose?

(Yeet.)