Sanders Sides Mini Stories/Oneshots

~🥤Drive-thru🥤~ (Remile)

Human AU (they all live in Florida btw)

I know that Remy and Emile aren't actually sides but SHhhHhHhhhHH-

Tw: Innuendoes, Remus, cursing, Roman & Virgil being horny

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Remy pulled into the Starbucks drive-thru, checking his watch nervously. It was roughly 7:00 a.m. and the sun had just started to appear.

"And you're sure he's working window shift?" Remy asked Remus, who he was on a call with.

"Bitch please, my brother works double shifts with him all the time. I know his schedule like the back of my hand," Remus's response crackled over the phone.

"Just making sure, cause' if I fuck this up I'm blaming it on you. Actually, get Roman on the phone. Gotta make sure."

"Jesus Christ, your almost as paranoid as Vee," Remus grumbled. Remy heard him shout something at his brother. No reply. Heavy footsteps, probably Remus's. There was a loud crash. Someone started yelling (probably Roman) and Remus erupted into laughter.

"The fuck are you doing over there?" Remy asked as the yelling got louder. More hysterical giggling. There was another crash, more (hurried) footsteps.

"Heh. Sorry bout' that. Roman...," Remus snickered. "He's, ah... busy."

"...Please don't tell me Virge is staying over."

"Yep."

"It's 7 in the morning!"

"I know."

"And they're-"

"Uh-huh."

"Gross. Y'know what, I take it back. I don't want to get within earshot of his room," Remy grumbled, making a face.

"At least I had the decency to soundproof mine."

"Can you, like, stop?"

"Meh."

The SUV in front of Remy pulled forward.

"I'm about to order. If any of this goes wrong, I will drive to your house and-"

"Lookin' forward to it. Later slut!" Remus interrupted. The call ended. Rolling his eyes, Remy pulled up to the ordering mic.

"Hi welcome to Starbucks, what can I get started for ya?" Remy grinned. He knew that voice. It wasn't Emile, but it was still one of his favorite people.

"Could I get a... Pink Drink and a Cookie Cat?" Radio silence. Suddenly...

"Remy, is that you?" Remy grinned.

"Hey Joan, good to hear you."

"You remembered the old code? Bitch I'm impressed!"

"You'd strangle me if I forgot."

"Fair enough. I assume you want the regular?"

"You know it."

"Alright... that'll be 6.99 up at the window."

"Later J," Remy said pulling forwards. The SUV in front of him was still getting it's order, and it was just big enough that he couldn't see who was working the register. When he finally pulled forward, is face split into a huge grin when he saw who was at the window. Emile, who was busy finishing the order, hadn't noticed him yet. He turned to hand Remy his coffee.

"Alright sir, here you-" Emile froze and almost dropped the coffee, eyes going wide. His mouth was covered by his mask, but Remy was pretty sure it was hanging open.