[Just play that when Reginald falls down the stairs to the restroom lol]

(TAKES PLACE AFTER ItA AND BEFORE FtC)

Requested by @BailssWrites tysm :>

(Sorry for no art! This shipfic will be in RHM's POV only, mostly humorous fluff, and apologies if it isn't that romantic! I personally see this ship as platonic, so it might be platonic-ish. Y'know what they say, cognition can affect everything.)

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Well that last mission was a doozy.

The Toppats attempted to steal a diamond from a world-class museum, but guess what? It wasn't there! And then all the Toppats started the most chaotic riot I'd ever seen, knocking down ancient fossils and artifacts.

It was exhilarating, even if we didn't get anything out of it.

So, Reginald and I decided to hold a celebratory bar party for the Toppats as congratulations for ruining their museum.

And then... Oh my fucking god.

This damn idiot has gotten himself drunk again for 35th time.

"You've had enough red wine, Reginald. You're getting yourself wasted." I quickly snatched the shot glass away from him, before he could even react.

"Aww, honeybuns, you're j-just worrieed..." Reginald said, his words slurred.

This bovine dolt is making a fool of himself! Ugh, no use. I mind as well use the secret technique to bore him to sleep before he makes himself look more of a dimwitted peasant.

"Well if ya say so, Reg," I began, throwing the shot glass onto the ground, the glass smash fading into the loud, rock n' roll music.

"Say, that mission was amazing, it reminds me of that one incident that caused me and the 4 Right Hand Men to break up..." I looked up nostalgically at all of the alcohol stacked on the shelves past the bar booth.

I felt a weird, affectionate stare from Reggy as soon as I looked up, but hey, maybe that's just me imagination.

"We used to make the best humming impressions in all of Russia, to be honest, Right Hand Man was going somewhere, but his brother, Right Hand Man, definitely wasn't. Man, I missed those two. Even Right Hand Man." As I talked, I noticed that Reginald was sliding his chair closer to me with this weird look in his eye.

Kinda cute to be honest wit'cha.

"Although The Right Hand Men were incredibly similar, we all had small differences. I have the longest 'stache, while Right Hand Man is next to me by 2 centimeters. The Right Hand Brothers have extremely dark grey eyes, while me and Right Hand Man had black eyes." Okay, he was gettin' a bit too close here. Jeez, he's makin' my cheeks burn up!

"I will never forget that day... On our special debut in Alabama, we were humming ''Sweet Home Alabama'', but right when we hit the ''Sweet'' part, one of the audience members pulled out a gun on us and shot all the Right Hand Men down 3 times! I was the only one who didn't get shot. May those legendary hummers rest in p-"

At the right moment, I realized Reginald was puckering his lips towards me! I quickly pushed him away, my face redder than a beat.

"Calm down there, Reg. I think you've really had enough wine shots." I said, looking away so he couldn't see my face.

He laughed in response. "Ahh, calm down sugartits! I just thought you were hands- MMPH!" He abruptly covered his mouth and his stomach, signalling he was about to throw up.

I smirked, looking back at him. "Shots got to ya?"

He nodded at me before sprinting off into the exit. Hopefully he'll make it in time since the bathroom's downstairs.

But then there was multiple, sudden *THUD THUD THUD*s before there was a loud door slam. Poor man must've tripped and fell all the way down.

"Honestly, if he wanted a peck, he could've just asked... Ay Jorge, give me a craft beer."

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652 words! Hope you enjoyed :)