Allen absentmindedly pulled at his collar, uncomfortable in the tie he’d been forced into. He stood on the sidelines, flute of bubbly champagne in his hand that he’d been sipping on. The classical music was loud, but boring and that paired with the sound of people mingling nearly gave him a headache.

The princess of Lockmere, the lady who’d barged into Scott’s study the day prior, had her hands on the King’s waist, much too low for Allen’s liking, as they twirled on the dance floor. This was her welcoming party, though it was rather rushed since she hadn’t announced her arrival beforehand. Scott was wearing his official suit, red sash and all. His crown glittered in his dark hair, but at the moment the symbol of power didn’t suit him. Not with the way he kept his head and eyes lowered, allowing Princess Emeline to lead the dance although it should have been the other way around. Seeing the King submit so willingly to the Alpha was unsettling. It left an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach because it was so uncharacteristic for him.

Allen downed the rest of his drink, setting it down on a waiter’s tray as they passed and picking up another. He kept his eyes on the two as he sipped, deciding that he was not nearly buzzed enough. Princess Emeline leaned forward and whispered something in Scott’s ear. He didn’t like the smirk on her lips at all. The King shivered visibly and frowned, whispering something back. Allen tried not to squeeze his glass too hard.

“Are you okay?” Robbie’s high-pitched voice chirped, the Omega swimming into his view. Allen blinked as his vision focused on the man in front of him. His blue hair, which was now fading to a greenish color, was styled messily and his eyes were ringed with liner, making his already doe-like eyes look bigger. His suit had been tailored perfectly, accentuating his assets perfectly.

“Peachy.” He grunted, taking a long gulp of his champagne. His eyes flitted to the dance floor; Emeline’s hands were much lower now. “Do you want to dance?”

He lit up like a Christmas tree and giggled. “Really? Yeah!”

They danced and talked for a bit. Robbie wasn’t half bad, though with how slow the music was it wasn’t much more than swaying back and forth. He was talking animatedly about something, but truthfully Allen didn’t catch most of it. He was too busy stealing glances over to Scott. He didn’t look like he was having a good time.

After the song was over, Allen suggested that they get something to drink. Robbie seemed a little disappointed but agreed anyway. They moved away from the center of the room towards the edge, grabbing a few glasses of wine from a passing waiter.

Robbie swirled the red liquid in his cup, frowning up at him. “Did something happen between you and the King?”

Allen nearly choked on his beverage. He swallowed hard then frowned back at the Omega. “What makes you think that?”

“You’ve been staring at him and Princess Emeline like a forlorn puppy.”

“I have not.” He scoffed. Robbie raised his eyebrows at him expectantly and Allen looked away, pouting. “I get bad vibes from her.”

“What do you mean?”

“He acts strange around her. Like, actually submissive.”

Robbie’s eyebrows were basically in his eyebrows by now. “Well, he is an Omega.”

“Whatever.” He shook his head and gave Robbie’s shoulder a small pat. “I’m going to head to bed, if anyone asks where I am.”

***

He was sleeping peacefully, until something body slammed into him. “Alleeeeeeeeen.” A voice whined and hiccupped, blowing their alcohol-laced breath over his face.

“Robbie?” Allen groaned, and leaned over to turn on the lamp at his bedside. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I dunno.” His eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed as he grinned at Allen. “I missed you, so here I am. Did you miss meeee?”

“Uh, sure.” He rolled his eyes, before they caught on something. He reached up and touched the dark spot on Robbie’s neck. “Is that a hickey?”

“Yep.” He popped the “p”, nuzzling his face into Allen’s hand. “I was dancing with this guard and he was all like, “Lemme take you to your room” or something. It turns out he wanted to do that with me.”

“Did you?”

“Did what?”

“Have sex with him.” Allen snorted.

“Of course not!” He gasped offendedly, slapping Allen’s chest. “He looks like a hamster. I can’t do that with a hamster.”

Allen couldn’t help but laugh. He shook his head and sat up. “Let’s get you to your room.”

Robbie brightened at the idea. “You wanna do that with me?”

“Afraid not. You need to sleep.”

“Oh.” Robbie pouted, his big green eyes filling up with tears. His eyeliner was smudged, making him resemble a raccoon. “You don’t wanna do that with me?”

Well shit, he hated it when Omegas cried. He shook his head quickly, trying to come up with anything to keep the tears from running down his face. “You’re drunk, Robbie.”

“And if I wasn’t?” He sniffled.

“How about I let you sleep here? I’ll let you wear one of my shirts.” Allen offered, hoping a distraction would stop this awkward conversation from continuing.

Robbie squinted his eyes, staring Allen down skeptically. “You gotta cuddle me.”

“Deal.”

Once they got Robbie into one of his shirts and settled in bed, he snuggled up to Allen and conked out immediately. It took a little longer for Allen to fall asleep. The whole situation was inappropriate with a capital-I. He wondered how things would be in the morning when Robbie was no longer drunk. The poor Omega would likely die of embarrassment.