PROLOGUE: Lewis Finally Gets a ♥♥♥♥ (And Not in That Way, You Filthy Sinners)
Shouts could be heard all the way over at the blacksmith's shop, even if Clint wasnt even there.
Beer mugs clinked together and subsequently spilled almost half of the drink as people drunkenly clapped and cheered for Lewis.
"So you finally grew a air and decided to stop hiding your relationship, eh, Lewis?" Pierre slurred with a giddy cackle as he slapped the mayor on the back.
"Gotta say, it's about G mn time!"
"Here, here!" Morris chimed in from the other side of the bar. Even though he had a love-hate relationship with Stardew, he still came to the bar on Friday
nights to pound back a few shots and unwind from his job as manager at Joja Matt... as well as challenge Pierre to drinking competitions. Rumors said that he
had more than angry tension with Pierre. Neither party was quick to comment on this. "I haven't even been here five years, and all I see with you two is sexua
tension!"
Lewis laughed sheepishly. "Well geez, if I'd have known that y'all saw it, then I would've asked years ago."
Mamie lightly slapped him on the shoulder with an embarrassed giggle. "Lewis, I've told you time and time again that literally everyone knew about us!"
The farmer piped up from her table, hanging off of Shane and Clint with a glass of whiskey in each hand. "Dont think I didn't see you two ♥♥♥♥♥♥' last week
when I brought Shane home! You're lucky Jas was at a sleepover with Vincent that night!"
The married couple blushed deep red at the memory.
The entire saloon roared in laughter, and the Farmer got more than a few high-fives for her comment.
WY-yes, well," Lewis deared his throat, lifting up a mug of beer. "A toast to marriage!"
Pam lifted her own mug at the end of the bar. "And a toast to what we all already knew about, but pretended not to notice!"
This time, everyone cheered louder.
The merriment continued into the night, well after midnight. More than a few stumbled home laughing drunkenly, and a group of seven snuck off to the Secret
Woods for a lot more than communing with spirits.
A few weeks had passed since the celebration. The morning afterward had been difficult for the townspeople, as many had gotten so drunk that they spent
their moming in Harvey's office. Maru, one of the ones who had abstained from alcohol (being only twenty and forbidden to drink), was forced to care for the
grumpy patients herself, as Harvey had disappeared somewhere.
A few of the older folk remarked on that night every now and again, and although it had been largely forgotten in a way that events of that caliber usually
don't, it became somewhat of a 'noodle incident' to explain away anything weird that they found out after the fact.
Lost your favorite pair of pants? Probably the reception. Somehow wind up in a pomegranate tree completely ass-naked with an empty bottle of vodka in your
hand? Probably the reception. Wake up in a hot spring in the Secret Woods along with six naked guys, to a slime poking you with a stick? Yeah, that was
definitely the reception.
For the Farmer [whose name, everyone else had found out that night, wasn't just 'Farmer', but (y/n)] and her cohorts, that night was both permanently
blacked out because of the alcohol, and remembered for just how wild it must've gotten. In fact, even a week later, Elliott was still finding weird bruises in
spots he didn't even know you could even bruise, and Sebastian was still walking funny and giving Sam shifty eyes. Blame it on the alcohol, a wise (or rather
not) man once said.
And yet, four weeks later, the results of that drunken bender were still manifesting themselves.
On an average day out in town, (y/n) was chatting it up with Jodi over a plate of sashimi when her head suddenly smacked down onto the table in a cold faint.
Jodi, rightly frightened about someone fainting right in front of her, screamed for Sam to bring her to Harvey.
He quickly called Sebastian, who was chilling with Alex and Elliott at the beach, who then ran into Shane, and that's how they all ended up in Harvey's waiting
room, demanding answers from the poor, frazzled doctor.