#randy2

A kiss from Tiffany, although a little sad and involving tears, was the last thing Dewey had expected tonight. Despite the circumstances, he was feeling pretty good about it. The triplet had initially come to the event with a pit in his stomach, still thinking about his brother and feeling like a total piece of shit, but that was only the beginning of the mix of emotions tonight. 

Seeing Tiffany crying had been heartbreaking all in itself, feeling partially responsible but now feeling like maybe things will be okay … Tiffany made it seem like the kiss was left off on a to be continued note, and Dewey was perfectly fine with respecting that. There were a lot of conflicting factors in all of this mess, the main one being the asshole that made her cry in the first place.

Randy had only indulged more in the drinks at the event since he and Tiffany put their public fight on hold. He was losing his grip, realizing that his long-term relationship was on thin, thin ice. There was a part of Randy that had wanted this; something about him always craved freedom, even though he never did very well on his own. However, reality was starting to settle in that this could be it —  the power couple of the streaming world were likely done for. Randy had no idea what his life would look like with Tiff no longer by his side, but he wasn’t planning to show his defeat in the face of the public. No, he’d just drown his emotions out with another drink and prolong the inevitable.

Neither of the boys involved with Tiffany expected to run into each other this evening, after tensions were already high with all of them. While Dewey had been heading off to find Webby and Huey (although they still weren’t on great terms with him — he was still really trying to make things right for everyone), Randy was just walking out of the restroom, just as the other was about to walk by. Dewey noticed Randy first, stopping in his tracks. Unfortunately, Huey or Webby weren’t close by to stop the triplet from saying something stupid.

Randy noticed Dewey a moment later, his expression shifting. He’d intended to drink away his problems tonight, worry and actually deal with them later, but suddenly the problem was standing right in front of him. 

Though they only stared at each other silently for a moment, it felt like an eternity. It was Randy who broke the silence first. “What? You have something to say?”

Dewey scoffed, any tiny piece of him that debated walking away immediately suppressed by his anger. Was this guy fucking serious?

“Yeah. I hope you’re happy with yourself, asshole.”

“Me? You’re the one stealing my girlfriend, dude.”

Randy took a step closer to Dewey. They were standing a few feet from each other in the hallway, just outside the restrooms where no one seemed to be lingering at the moment. He’d been waiting for this since he had switched bodies with Dewey, never able to properly confront him after all this time. Dewey was fucking with his life left and right, and now what? He wanted to rub it in his face?

Despite any fault he may have had in all of this, Dewey didn’t even try to sound remorseful. He shook his head. “I didn’t have to steal her. You would’ve lost her all on your own.”

Dewey didn’t have a moment to react as Randy pushed Dewey against the wall behind him. The triplet’s back slammed against the surface, but remained there as Randy had him pinned. The smell of liquor lingered on his breath.

“You think this is funny, fucking with my relationship? Fucking with my head? With Tiffany’s head?” He eyed him carefully, but Dewey didn’t show any fear. “Your brother might’ve covered for your ass, but I’m not stupid. I’ve known something’s been going on with you two since we switched bodies.”

That was when Dewey finally broke his poker face, his eyebrows raising in surprise. Welp, there was no escaping this conversation now; Louie had warned him that he was going to have to face this eventually. 

It was almost satisfying to see how much this was affecting Randy — assholes deserve their karma.

“Don’t take it so personal, Ran. Maybe she’s just not as interested in you as she used to be,” he answered almost too confidently, finally bringing his own arms up to firmly push Randy off him. “But, some advice? If you wanted her to stay interested in you so badly, maybe you should’ve actually … given her attention? Put bare minimum effort — “ he would have kept going, but Randy’s fist colliding with his face cut Dewey off. 

Momentarily stunned, Dewey stumbled a few steps back. Randy was opening and closing his fist, distracted by the unexpected pain; it was as if he’d hit Dewey harder than he expected. Dewey used the distraction to his advantage, ignoring his own emerging pain to defend Tiffany. He took a few steps forward and swung at Randy, hitting him square in the jaw.

“I don’t know what you think is going on between us, but all I did was show her how a guy should really treat her. Is that really a crime?” Dewey continued fearlessly.

In an instant, Randy was throwing another punch, and the two were lunging at each other. Neither of them were able to keep track of who was getting more hits in. Randy was fueled more from the alcohol he consumed along with his own jealousy, unlike Dewey who was actually fighting out of loyalty to Tiffany. That really put the triplet at an advantage, along with the inner, pent-up frustrations that had been building deep inside him for months now. 

As Dewey felt blood trickle from his now busted lip, taking the chance to push Randy to the ground and get a few more good hits, it all seemed to flash by in his mind — his reconnection with Tiffany, the body swap, the bombing .. the aftermath and the loneliness that came with it, the comfort Tiffany gave him when it felt like the entire world was against him, the kiss … for a moment, he lost track of what was in front of him. He didn’t register that more blood was present now, pouring from Randy’s nose as his fist didn’t stop flying.

Dewey’s anger was fueling him more and more, throwing a last hard punch before security was forcing him off. Even as they dragged the triplet away, another security guard pulling Randy up to escort him out too, Dewey made sure to get the last word in.