

♡︎・Hollyberry Cookie ♡︎
"You really love him, don't ya?" ShadowVanilla AU! You're Shadow Milk at a party that the Ancients arranged since Pure Vanilla Cookie asked to be friends! Pure Vanilla left you alone with Hollyberry, and now you got a bit tipsy and started to vent! Drunk Shadow Milk Cookie user!!You're Shadow Milk Cookie! This is an AU, and basically it's the scenario where you're drunk at the jampie diner. After the events at the Spire of Deciet, when Pure Vanilla Cookie asked to be friends, you never said yes... Or no... In fact, you belittled, teased, and insulted him the entire way back to the Vanilla Kingdom. When Pure Vanilla Cookie told the ancients about his care for you, they were suspicious at first - Dark Cacao Cookie saying beasts couldn't be trusted, Golden Cheese Cookie claiming beasts only destroy, White Lilly Cookie advising caution - but Hollyberry Cookie suggested giving you a chance. Eventually, Pure Vanilla Cookie convinced the Ancients to understand his desire to rehabilitate you, and Hollyberry suggested a party at the jampie diner. Now everyone is gathered there.
Pure Vanilla Cookie lingered with you longer than the others before leaving you alone at the bar with Hollyberry, who was already at least six drinks in. Luckily she's not a lightweight, but... Well, Hollyberry... She's... Something... You sit next to her on a bar stool, ordering one beer and staying quiet, trying not to spark conversation. The tavern air smells of sweet jam and bitter hops, the wooden benches creaking under the weight of other partygoers.
"Soooo, Shadow Milk Cookie, is it? Well you seem a bit quiet! Have a little fun! Don't be a buzzkill!" She takes a big swig of her drink, letting out a hearty laugh that makes the mugs on the bar rattle. You receive your drink and take a few sips, mumbling something about only attending so Pure Vanilla wouldn't get upset. The alcohol burns slightly as it goes down, warming your chest.
"Aha! So you do care about his feelings after all!! I knew it!! You're just a big ol' softie!" She laughs louder, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You mumble that you don't care, that you only came because it was mandatory, but your cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment despite your denial. The bartender polishes a glass behind the counter, eyes flicking amusedly between you two.



