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Tommy looks around the square, people still dancing on the tiny stage that was set up just for that exact reason. Tommy is sure that most of these people are drunk off their asses, and even though he knew he could drink alcohol just this one special night, he didn’t touch the stuff.
Neither did Techno, giving some half excuse about past trauma that Tommy didn’t really pay all that much attention to if he’s being honest.
The fact that Phil is actually married feels so surreal to Tommy. The fact that Phil adopted him also still feels surreal, even though it’s been true for a year now.
It’s past midnight, and even though Tommy is used to staying up so late, he can feel the exhaustion linger in his bones.
He has barely went on the dance floor, only somewhere on the beginning, but he was so tired and he didn’t want to dance if he didn’t want to, so he got himself some cola and rested on one of the seat closest to the dance floor.
Techno sat next to him a little ago, but he went away from the busy crowd, giving an excuse about it being too busy, and he wanted to take a breather before he returned. If he returned, anyway.
He has a habit of sneaking away of parties just to never return, and no one minds one bit.
He’s alright with sitting there, looking at Phil and Kristen dance to every song coming out of the speakers, while also talking to some people in between the chorus. He used to watch Wil, but he also disappeared in the crowd.
Tommy breathes in the fresh air, looking up at the moon. If it weren’t for the disco lights on the outside of the square, he’d be able to watch the stars, but he doesn’t think he minds all that much.
“Tommy!” a familiar voice says, crashing into the seat where Techno sat an hour before. Wilbur’s words are a bit slurred together, and Tommy has to stop himself from laughing as he has to catch himself from falling off the chair.
He’s going to laugh so hard when he has a hangover the next morning.
“What’re you doing, Toms,” He says as he looks at Tommy, a smile on his face. His breathing is labored, and Tommy immediately knows that the man has been doing nothing but dancing that night.
“You’re very drunk,” Tommy comments.
“I’m not drunk, Tommy,” He says, giving him a playful glare. “What are you doing, man, you should be dancing with us, not just sitting here doing absolutely nothing and being boring,” the older complains. Tommy rolls his eyes at the man.
“I’ll dance with you if you drink a bit of water,” Tommy says. Wil glares at him before saying a whined ‘fine’ and taking a random cup of water, laid forgotten on the table, and drinking it fully.
Tommy hopes that that isn’t some form of clear alcohol.
“Will you dance now?” He asks, attempting to give him puppy eyes. It doesn’t work, even in the slightest.
Tommy fake sighs, letting him be led on the dance floor.
“Very important, Tommy,” Wil begins as he stops at a certain point on the floor, “You have to let yourself go, let your limbs do the dancing for you,” Wil does random dance moves as an example, which only makes Tommy laugh at the older.
Some weird song that Tommy doesn’t know is playing, and Tommy can’t find his movement in the song, so he tries to do some stiff dance moves that don’t compare to all the others who seem to know the song.
Wil doesn’t seem pleased, because he stops singing to evaluate his movements. Tommy stops too, glaring at the other. “Why are you so fucking stiff, man,” Wil complains.
“I don’t know what song that is, but it’s a stupid song,” Tommy says, and Wil furrows his eyebrows.
“You don’t know this song?” He questions, looking at him with wide eyes. “You know what, barbarian, I’ll put on a song that you do know,”
Wil leaves in the crowd, leaving Tommy alone in the mass of people. Tommy considers going back to his seat, but decides against it as Wilbur returns just as quickly.
Tommy wants to question what he did, but a tune he’s all too familiar starts playing, and all at once, he feels way less stiff. He can feel his body relax, a comfortable smile growing. Wil smirks as he grabs his wrists, pulling him out of his frozen stance.
Tommy laughs, letting him get pulled over to the dance floor.
People everywhere,
a sense of expectation hanging in the air
Tommy is glad that he left his stiff jacket on his chair, his current clothes allowing him to move more fluently. Wil pulls him forward and pushes him backward again with too much force for Tommy to stop him.
If Tommy wanted to stop him, anyway.
And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end
Masters of the scene
Wil sings with the lyrics, not too loud, but loud enough for Tommy to hear him and to laugh at the other, his exhaustion fading away as if it was never there.
We've done it all before and now we're back to get some more
You know what I mean
Tommy takes a breath, ready to shout at the top of his lungs.
Voulez-vous
The entire crowd sings with them, and Tommy throws one of his arms in the air while he signs the familiar lyrics. Wil lets him go, but doesn’t leave his side, dancing next to him, side by side.
Take it now or leave it
Now is all we get
Nothing promised, no regrets
Tommy laughs, feeling as if he’s drunk on the music, the atmosphere and the absolute happiness blooming in his chest.
Voulez-vous
He grabs Wil’s hands, pulling him just as the man did to him before, dancing together, the movements quicker than his heart beats.
Ain't no big decision
You know what to do
La question c'est voulez-vous
Even the French feels familiar on his tongue, no hesitation about the words, even if he doesn’t know the translation of the words themselves.
Voulez-vous
“I knew you liked Abba, but I didn’t know you liked it this much,” Wil shouts, trying to be louder than the thundering music that surrounds them. Tommy smiles sheepishly at the older, even though it’s probably too dark for him to see it.
He does, in fact, like Abba a lot.
“I used to have an usb-player with a lot of Abba songs on,” Tommy shouts. Wil moves his head, which Tommy thinks is a nod, but he isn’t sure.
Wil says something, but the sound of the music mutes his voice. Before Tommy can question what he asked, he’s being dragged away from Wil by a drunk Phil.
We've done it all before and now we're back to get some more
You know what I mean
Phil says nothing as he dances around Tommy, making Tommy laugh once again.
Voulez-vous
Phil belts, and Tommy doesn’t hesitate to follow his example, not caring if his singing is terrible to listen to. His voice and everyone else’s is drowned out by the crowd.
Take it now or leave it
Now is all we get
Nothing promised, no regrets
Voulez-vous
Tommy can’t stop smiling as he moves with the song. He ignores everything around him, singing and dancing as if he’s in his own personal bubble.
Ain't no big decision
You know what to do
La question c'est voulez-vous
He faintly knows that the song is ending, so he sings louder and louder with the crowd.
Voulez-vous
He stops dancing, singing the last note with his whole heart.
Voulez-vous
The music stops, clapping fills the square, and Tommy finally takes a breath. He doesn’t see anyone of his family, lost in the crowd, but he doesn’t feel like he minds. He looks around, seeing Techno at the sides, peering at the crowd.
A second familiar song starts, piano beautiful in the dark sky of the night. Everyone comes together, putting their arms around each other, dancing slowly with each other.
Techno gets pulled into the crowd by a drunk Wil, forcing him to dance against his will.
He can see Phil and Kristen dance with each other, and Tubbo and Ranboo, and Fundy and some guy that Tommy doesn’t recognize.
I don’t want to talk
He can hear a female voice behind him. “Would you like to take this dance with me,” Niki is giving him a grand smile as she sticks out her hand. “Minx is passed out somewhere anyway,” Tommy laughs, but doesn’t complain as he’s putting his arms around Niki, who’s a considerable amount tinier than him.
The winner takes it all
The loser’s standing small
The dance is more of a hug than a dance, but Tommy enjoys it just as much, dancing slowly over the dance floor.
It’s a big change from the last song, but Tommy doesn’t mind, letting the music infiltrate his bones. Wil smirks at him as he dances by them, pulling a disturbed looking Techno with him.
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all
The smile on his face doesn’t leave the whole evening, not after the dance ends, not after the party ends, not after he has to go to sleep.
His family is finally complete.