Prompt: 76. Who?
Word Count: 234
Rating: PG
Summary: Tommy had turned 18 that morning.

Author's Notes: I've been writing too much angst, and I need to get in the mood to write smut because I'm way past my deadline. Therefore, I write not!smut for Tommy. The unknown is a true fill-in-the-blank. Who do you ship Tommy with? I personally don't ship him with anyone at all...

Tommy had turned 18 yesterday. There had been a party, and presents, and other fun things, but Tommy wouldn't really remember that. After all, they'd managed to break into the liquor cabinet, and when you give alcohol to a bunch of rowdy almost-adults... well. Things happen.

The next morning, Tommy had been pretty grateful for his metabolism. Not only was he the only one without a hangover, but he'd gotten some killer photo ops. He'd have blackmail fodder for years to come as long as he could hide the negatives.

Yes, the morning after would definitely be remembered, but the actual party? Not so much. In Tommy's head, the memories blurred and melded into a foggy mess, because that's what memories do. Let's face it, the lychee vodka didn't help either, although Tommy can remember that it tasted mighty nice on someone's lips.

Actually, now that he considered it, that's the only thing that Tommy truly remembers from his birthday party. He'd been doing ... something ... when all of a sudden he'd been crushed into the wall with someone's lips smashed against his, and it had been the hottest thing he'd ever experienced in all of his eighteen years.

It had been drunken and fumbling and perfect, and he could not for the life of him remember who had kissed him.

To tell the truth, he was glad. He didn't really want to know.