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"a gay bar? are you guys serious?" tom crossed his arms, sinking lower into the couch and glaring at the other three men in irritation.

"it'll be fun!" edd insisted. "besides, it's new years, your favorite holiday. you can get drunk, too!"

"yeah, and maybe even hook up." tord teased, elbowing tom's side from his place on the couch next to him.

"oh, fuck off!" tom scoffed and shoved tord's face. "fine, whatever. i'll go."

"great!! matt's already in the car, so hurry up!" edd cheered. he raced off to the front door, opening it and slamming it behind him on the way out.

"do you even want to go?" tom scowled as he turned to tord, who was already getting up.

"not really," tord admitted while shoving his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. "but hey, it'll be hilarious to see matt get drunk, so." he shrugged.

"i'm sure edd will allow that to happen to his boyfriend." tom muttered sarcastically, getting up as well. "you're an idiot."

"alright, sure. remember that when you're sucking my dick tonight."

"what?"

"what?"

—time skip—

tom leaned forward in his stool, arms resting on the chipping wooden counter. tord sat on the stool next to him, a cup barely filled with whiskey in his hand.

edd and matt's slurred voices boomed over the speakers from the karaoke part of the bar. they sang 'girls just want to have fun', often breaking out into giggles and hiccups. people booed at them but they didn't seem to mind.

"well. i guess edd didn't care," tord attempted at starting up a conversation, the alcohol swishing around in his cup.

"i guess so." tom sipped from the small red straw of his cocktail.

the norwegian set down the cup on the counter and stretched his arms. "hey, tom?"

"yeah, commie?"

"i bet you 40 bucks you won't be able to do the 31 shot challenge."

tom let out a laugh of disbelief, his hand slamming down on the counter and causing the ice in his drink to clink together. "i bet i can."

"you can't."

"i totally can!! 40 bucks? it's on." tom got up, giving tord a firm hand shake.

tord smirked at him. "alright." he looked to the bartender, a girl with her hair dyed sky blue. "he wants to do the shot challenge."

her eyes widened, surprise clear on her face. "wait- um- really?"

"yes," tom spoke up. he crossed his arms and added, "please."

"...okay," her shock seemed to dissolve as she grabbed onto the intercom and said, "we have a brave soul!!"

cheers exploded from the bar. it was obvious that the regulars knew what that meant because of the way they formed a crowd around tom and tord.

tom glanced around, a small smile on his face. tord took a step back and teased, "my wallet is gonna have 40 dollars extra after this."

"you wish!" tom poked his chest. a second bartender had began to pour the shots for him.

tom and tord argued back and forth before, finally, they called tom over.

tom smirked at tord and turned, strutting proudly back to the counter.

moments passed as tom prepared himself, tord's finger hovering over the start button of the timer on his phone. "go!"

tom was a blur of blue and black. his arm moved faster than tord's thoughts as he downed each shot quickly, the time ticking by slowly compared to his speed. people chanted, 'chug' and pumped their fists in the air, cheering him on. it was an understatement to say tord was impressed. his mouth hung open slightly, an eyebrow raised in amazement.

18 seconds passed and tom was done. he finished the last drink and turned around to face the crowd, raising his arms triumphantly. "wooh!!"

the crowd went insane.

tord put his phone in his back pocket and shrugged. "not bad, not bad."

tom laughed in tord's face, slapping his chest. "pay up, commie."

tord smiled softly and took out his wallet. he handed tom a ten dollar bill, knowing the brit would be too drunk to notice.

"yy- yeah, suck it!" tom hiccuped, snatching the money. he looked around, about to make a grand speech to all the people before realizing their attention was brought somewhere else; the tv.

tord brought his gaze there as well. "oh! 10 seconds!!" his silver eyes sparkled.

"w- wait, aren't you gonna admit d- defeat?"

"9!"

"commie!"

"8!"

"i'm b- braver than youu!!"

"7!"

"tord!"

"6!"

"hello!?"

"5-! shut up, thomas. 4!"

"listen t- to me!" tom slurred angrily.

"3! 2! and-"

tom grabbed tord by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face down and smashing their lips together into a sloppy kiss. despite being confused, tord found himself melting into the kiss, his hands wrapping around tom's waist and pulling their bodies closer together. around them people cheered, danced, made out- but the two males were entranced in their own little world.

moments passed and tom pulled away, panting heavily, face flushed from the alcohol and embarrassment. his eyebrows furrowed, realizing what he'd done. "fuck you." he turned and stormed off.

—time skip—

tord's hand gripped the wheel loosely while his other hung out the window in a careless manner. his eyes darted up to the rearview mirror which reflected edd and matt fast asleep on top of each other in the back seat.

tom sat in the passenger's seat, arms crossed as he stared out the window. he whispered drunken nonsense to himself and occasionally glanced in tord's direction.

once reaching the house, tord parked in the driveway and sighed. he rubbed his eyes and mumbled, "what a night."

tom unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to him, yet again forcing the norwegian into a kiss- though, he wasn't complaining.

"mm.." tord hummed in the kiss. one of his hands ran through tom's impossibly soft hair, the smell of alcohol wafting into his nose.

"g- get these two shits out of- *hic* of the car, then.. meet me in m- my room," tom stuttered after he pulled away, eyes narrowed.

a sly smirk made its way on tord's face. "yes, sir..~"

"don't get c- cocky." tom snapped. he leaned back and got out of the car, stumbling to the entrance of the house.

tord chuckled to himself and looked at the sleeping edd and matt again.

"what a night."