One Shots

The Wizards' Tavern

[Prompt]

You're sitting in the booth I always sit in but you refuse to leave and I refuse to let you have it so we end up sharing a booth.

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[Syndisparklez - 3rd Person PoV]

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"You're being ridiculous!" Jordan shouted at Tom. "This is not your booth!" They had both been expecting a relaxing night out at the wizards' tavern, however that was not what they were getting.

"Yes it is," Tom said stomping his foot. "I sit here every Friday night. You know that. Waglington, tell this spoon that I always-"

"Not getting involved!" Wag cut him off as he floated casually past.

Jordan smirked and put his feet up on the seat opposite him. Already frustrated from his less than prosperous mining expedition that day, Tom was growing angrier with every passing second.

"Fine!" He shouted abruptly, throwing his hands up in the air, startling Jordan in the process. He shoved Jordan's feet aside and sat down on the bench in a huff. It creeked as he did so and the loose springs began poking him in the back and behind no matter how he sat. He grimaced, unwilling to back down.

Jordan rolled his eyes and took a sip of his peculiar meat-flavored soda; an odd specialty of the bar.

"Really Jordan?" Tom taunted. "No alcohol? You do realize it's the weekend, right?"

He rolled his eyes at the green man as he called over a waiter.

"Two mugs of rum," he said, holding up two fingers.

"Right away sir." The waiter giggled from the change in attitude of the man who had not two minutes ago been about to throw a temper tantrum like a small child. And over nothing more than a seat. Working there certainly was interesting.

She went to get the man's drinks from the bar as Jordan and Tom had a bit of a stare down, Jordan sipping his soda smugly.

"Do you really plan on drinking all of that just to make a point?" Jordan asked him as she brought them over.

"No," Tom replied, sliding one of the glades over to Jordan. "I plan on you drinking one of them and actually having some fun for once in your life." Tom held in a wince as a spring stabbed him in the back when he readjusted.

After a moment of resisting and starting at the glass he finally shrugged. "One glass couldn't hurt," he said and pulled the mug closer.

"That's the spirit!" Tom shouted and they clinked their glasses.

A collective of seven mugs later, Jordan was regreting ever having hesitated.

"M-man Tom," he slurred, slouching on the table slightly. "Th-this is great. Why don't we go t-this every day?"

"I k-know, right?!" He winced again at a particularly rusty spring that was beginning to give him trouble.

Jordan frowned. "D-dude," he said. "W-why don't you just come sit over h-here?" He slid aside and patted the seat next to him. "That seat's a piece of c-crap."

"Wow, th-thanks man," Tom stumbled over to the other seat and flung himself into the other half of the booth. "Dude, you know something?" He said after a moment of overly serious contemplation.

"What?" Jordan asked, seeming not to care about how close the other man was getting.

"Y-you're like, the best." He flung a limp hand indirectly at Jordan's cheek.

"Th-thanks man," Jordan said, not anticipating what might come next.

"N-not like those others, like T-Tecker, and, uh... like..."

"Sonja?" Jordan aided.

"Hey, you said it, n-not me!" Tom shrugged and tried to take another sip of rum, not connecting that he had swapped seats and was in fact trying to drink out of Jordan's already drained cup.

"H-hey, that's mine!" Jordan flailed a weak, accusatory finger in the direction of the mug. "I was d-drinking out of that! My mouth was-" his eyes grew wide as he was cut off mid-sentence by a blue haired face attaching itself to his.

However when it became clear that the other man had no intention of backing down any time soon, his surprise was replaced with lust. He stopped resisting and began passionately returning the kiss.

Each man grasped at the other, as if trying desperately to occupy the same space. Jordan's arms gradually found their ways to Tom's back, one stretching around to the other side of his waist, the other reaching up along his spine.

Tom's found themselves around Jordan's neck, one hand running itself through the taller man's hair, pulling him more deeply into the kiss.

"Get a room you two!" The bartender yelled jokingly from his work space.

"Maybe it's time you two leave," the waiter hesitated before pulling Tom out of the booth towards the door. Jordan flung himself desperately after the other. They returned to each other's embrace as the waiter shoved them out the door.

They found themselves stumbling towards an alley, where Tom pressed Jordan up against the back wall of the tavern. Using the new leverage he pushed the air out of his spontaneous partner's lungs, making their kiss even more desperate, with the latter gasping for breath.

Tom smiled through the motions and neither man noticed the wizard walk up behind them.

Waglington sighed as he pictured how these two would react to their actions when they sobered up. That, however, would be a thing to enjoy at a later date.