GeorgeHD hummed as he looked over at Ponk, pouring a bit more wine into his friend's glass as he chuckled quietly. "This place has certainly changed since I came back, that much is for sure. I'm not sure I'm complaining, though. Back when I ruled with just Foolish and XD, this world was much more wild and, to be honest, much more prone to just trying to destroy itself." He chuckled softly before taking a sip of his own wine quietly, knowing his tolerance was much greater than most mortals', especially when you took into consideration that he was drinking wine made by mortals. It was aged well, yes, but HD knew how to make a special brew specifically for the gods. It was essentially the nectar of the gods, and only mortals with an *extremely* high alcohol tolerance had ever survived the experience of drinking it. So HD had settled for some decently aged red wine, and they were rapidly going through quite a few bottles while Sam and Foolish sparred and Jr, Finley and Eilan all played together. HD hummed as he closed his eyes, sighing softly before looking over towards his husband, smiling softly before waving to him when Foolish and Sam broke apart from their close combat. "Nice job, hon!" He called out, his wings shifting happily under him before he glanced at Ponk to gauge his mood. Sam panted softly as he sat on the ground, putting his trident in his lap as he chuckled quietly. "You two've been drinking for a while. You okay, Ponkie?"
Ponk let out a slow, muffled hum of confirmation as he sipped at his glass of wine petitely. "'m fine, how could I not be? This is the good stuff; this is *girlboss time*." He responded after a moment of quiet sipping, jokingly letting his voice mimic that of Jack Sparrow because who was going to stop him from doing so? Nobody. Besides, his alcohol tolerance was fairly higher than most, so he could handle it well for the most part; he could thank the force-drinking he went through when he was legally partnered with Schlatt for the sake of Lemon City. Though, even with that bit of reassurance, it didn't hide the fact that he was metaphorically buzzing in tipsiness, a loose, drunken smile on his face as he waved off both Sam and Foolish. "Now go, go! Girlboss time does *not* include you too!" He called out with a lighthearted laugh, looking back to HD, "Now then, where were we? Right, right, right, you completely dodged my question as to how I get Kanye to become immortal," Ponk jested with another laugh, clearly playing around for kicks and giggles.
"That's because he's already timeless, at least from what you've told me, heh!" He chuckled happily as he took another slow sip of his wine while happily leaning back in his chair. "Immortality is not to be taken lightly, Ponk. It's a commitment, sort of like marriage." He hummed as he closed his eyes comfortably for a moment. "...Also...girlboss?" He honestly wasn't up to date on what slang was at this point, and he eventually hummed as he thought for a second. "You seem a bit out of it, Ponk, are you okay?" He asked softly, seeming slightly concerned for him as he shifted to take the bottle of wine and pour some into his own glass quietly. His eyebrow raised as he watched him, taking a sip from the bottle as he hummed happily and smiled gently. He seemed happy himself, but he glanced at him before setting it down and looking up at Ponk with a soft hum. Sam looked up before calming down slowly, setting his trident into his inventory before walking over and putting a hand on Ponk's cheek to test something. "You okay, Ponkie?"
"''Okay'' is an understatement. Worry not, 'm feeling *better* than a cat on catnip! No, wait, better than an addict on devils' lettuce!!" Ponk declared cheerfully with another laugh, going back to his shitty voice impersonations because tipsy Ponk brain equals more of the memer man jokes. He was just *tipsy*. No, actually, he was full-on drunk considering the fact he slightly struggled to bring the glass of wine to his lips without his hand-eye coordination screwing up from tripled, even quadrupled, vision. Ponk did his best to play it off as smoothly as he could; there was no way he was going to willingly leave this ''girlboss session'' without absolutely getting shitfaced. Unless he was bribed, of course; Ponk always fell easy victim to bribery when he drank. "Now shoo you worried kitty! Your Ponkie can handle his alcohol juuuuuust fine."
HD quietly picked up the bottle of wine again, moving it away from Ponk slowly while giving Sam a look, who quietly sighed. "Ponkie, you're drunk." He chuckled quietly before shaking his head and standing up to smile at Foolish, holding a hand on Ponk's head. "Thanks for the sparring session, Foolish, but I need to get Ponk home before he destroys something on accident." He chuckled lightheartedly before shifting into his quadrupedal form, shaking himself out before Eilan walked up and got picked up by HD while Sam turned to Ponk. "We can cuddle when we get home and I tuck Eilan in, Ponk, I promise." He spoke out as he rubbed his lover's cheeks gently, kneeling by Ponk as he nuzzled his cheek. "I know you want to stay here, but we do need to go home soon." He spoke out as he hummed gently, kissing his cheeks and nose as his tail swished softly. "Don't you want to be with me?" He took a soft breath, hating the idea of saying what he was about to. "...Cuddling with your kitten?"
Ponk went mildly wide-eyed, looking between the wine glass he still held and Sam a few times before swiftly downing what was left in his glass, setting it down as gently as he drunkenly could on the table. "First of, mister, I would never ever in a thousand years break something of my friends; how dare you assume that," He playfully commented as he booped Sam on the nose, somehow successfully managing that without his hand-eye coordination screwing up too badly. "Secondly! Cuddles with you sound fuuuucking *fantastic,* kitty." Ponk added on with a determined huff. Now that the idea of getting cuddles had been oh so sneakily planted into his brain, he couldn't say no to such a proposal. Plus, no matter if he were sober, tipsy, or drunk, Ponk was always down to cuddle. "Lemme- lemme just say goodbye," He went on, looking back over to HD and Foolish and giving them both happy, double-handed waves. "Thanks for having us over bestiesss, I hope you get lots of Dogecoin!" Ponk chirped out, still going hard with his memey and joking theme even if HD didn't entirely understand. At least Foolish did, as it earned a lighthearted laugh from the shark god.
Sam chuckled and picked Ponk up before setting him on his back comfortably, humming to himself as his tail swished comfortably, taking his child from HD before smiling softly. "Thanks for having us over, HD, Foolish. Be good Jr, Finley." He smiled lightly at the family, HD waving to them before picking up Finley, who cooed happily. Sam happily trotted off as his tail swished gently, humming to himself as he closed his eyes every so often. Eilan seemed happy to be there in general, looking back at Ponk before smiling happily. "Ponkie!" She squealed happily, Sam humming softly as he rubbed her back. "Yep, that's papa Ponkie." He hummed sweetly to her, nuzzling her cheek as the little creeper girl snuggled into her father softly. She seemed tired now, letting out soft hisses as Sam smiled gently. He'd fallen in love with his daughter ever since she was born, usually found cuddling with her or taking her to be taken care of by either Philza or HD and Foolish. He moved into the house after unlocking it, closing it behind him and looking back at Ponk before chuckling. "You wanna help me tuck in Eilan, or can you get to our room without my help, Ponkie?" He hummed to himself, asking Ponk before trying to do anything.
"I'll be damned to hell as a bad parent if I didn't help tuck her cute face inta bed," Ponk lightly slurred out, an, albeit drunken, but otherwise joyous smile on his face when he spoke, reaching out to her to gently run his hand through her hair after attempting to properly sit up. "Beeesides, I might raid the pantry for lemon oreos if I'm left alone," He jested, willingly providing Sam with a decent reason to not leave him by himself, considering the last time he got into the oreos he ended up violently sick from having ate too much of them. That was *not* a good time for any of them, especially since the lemon mayor continued to brush it off as little too nothing. "Sweet lil creepah, aww man,"
Sam seemed to think it over for a little bit as Eilan giggled happily at the pets, purring and hissing happily. The older creeper hybrid happily wandered into the smaller's bedroom, helping Ponk off of his back and placing the small girl into her bed. She seemed quite happy to see both of her parents in one place, Sam sitting by her bed, which was perfectly made in order for her to be eye level with Sam when he sat down in his quadrupedal form. "Good night, Eilan." He spoke out as he rubbed her cheek, the small creeper girl letting out happy coos as she looked up at both of them. Sam just seemed to smile a little bit as he looked up at Ponk, reaching up and helping him sit down on the bed with her.
Ponk hummed a happy tune to himself as he more than contently pulled her into a gentle hug. He didn't do much other than that, knowing his hand-eye coordination, blurred and tripled vision probably wouldn't allow him to do anything else, but it was a small comfort he tried his best to provide while he continued to run a hand through her hair. "G'night love, sleep well and have sweet dreams. And remember," He paused a moment before swapping his voice for something more playfully stern, "Kanye music only for Kanye is *the best in the whoooole world.*" Ponk finished with a quiet laugh, giving her a gentle kiss to her forehead soon after.
Eilan happily repeated the words back to him before curling up on her bed, Sam pulling her blanket over her before picking Ponk up instead. He then wandered into their room comfortably, placing Ponk down on the bed and beginning to remove his own armor. It took him a bit, but he managed to put his armor away before climbing up onto the bed and snuggling into him gently. "Hey, Ponkie." He hummed out gently as he closed his eyes for a moment, holding a paw out to the drunken lemon mayor as he watched him quietly. "You want the paws?" He asked curiously, hoping that Ponk would pet him since he wanted pets as well as cuddles. It wasn't his fault Ponk gave good pets and cuddles...
"Heyyy Sammy," Ponk cooed out in return before his eyes instantly lit up as soon as Sam ushered those words to him, swiftly sliding out of his hoodie so he was just in a tank top to feel a little more comfortable. He then grabbed the paw that he was offered, gently squishing at the paw pads as he lightly giggled. After a few moments of doing nothing but poking the beans, he let out a content sigh before gesturing for Sam to move closer as he pet at his head with his non-mechanical arm; he didn't want his mech fingers to accidentally get caught in the fluff, knowing all too well how painful that tended to be. "Kitty promised me cuddles, c'mere, c'mereee,"
"Alright, alright, come here." He chuckled softly as he moved so that Ponk was gently held against Sam's chest, his tail gently patting the bed as he hummed happily to himself. He loved him so much as he curled into him gently, sighing happily as he cooed and chirred and even purred gently to him. He seemed so happy to be close to him, smiling quietly as he put his hand onto Ponk's cheek, letting him feel the pads on his hands as he smiled happily, chuckling softly as he nuzzled into him. "I love you so much, Ponk. You're amazing." He whispered to him as he closed his eyes comfortably, his tail reaching up to curl up around Ponk's leg gently. "You're so pretty..." He whispered out as his eyes glimmered in happiness.
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