Sanders Sides One Shots

I'm way too drunk and you're way too gorgeous - Prinxiety

Virgil is left alone in a bar, a random lad buys him a drink, he then sleeps with said random lad. It's less sexual than you think. For the prompt: "That much will get you more than just a lap dance, sweetie."

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This wasn't the first place he wanted to be, well, it wasn't the first place he's been tonight. This is probably the fourth bar he's been to tonight, he's not entirely sure to be honest. His friends thought it was a good idea to take him out drinking, he'll kill Patton and Logan if he sees them again but for now he's sitting alone at the bar, sipping whatever concoction Logan ordered for him before he disappeared. He's pretty certain that his two friends are getting it on in the bathroom but he's not fussed on finding out if he's right.

Someone sits in the chair next to him, the stranger looks about a bit before looking intently at Virgil. And Virgil knows he's not in his right mind, he's way too drunk to not make a fool of himself, but instead of telling the man to fuck off he asks, "do you want a drink or do you just want to stare at me all night?" The man looks momentarily shocked, probably just ask drunk as Virgil is, but them he's smiling. "Hmm, both?" He laughs loudly, throwing his head back, and Virgil just watches, the stranger's hair falling beautifully on his face. Shit.

"No, no, um, I want to buy you a drink instead," the stranger says, pulling his wallet out and taking out his bills, counting them then starting again seemingly losing count due to his drunken state. "That much will get you more than just a lap dance, sweetie." The sentence is out of Virgil's mouth before he can stop himself, he cringes slightly but the stranger is blushing and laughing regardless.

So, Virgil smiles too. "So what'll it be, cutie?" The man asks, the faint blush still on his cheeks making him look gorgeous, and Virgil shrugs but answers, "just a vodka and coke I think I've had far too much already." The stranger laughs lightly, tells the bartender for two and then pays. "What's your name?" Virgil asks, watching the man put away his wallet into his very tight jeans.

"Roman. And you?" The stranger - Roman - says and Virgil nods, replying just with his name. Roman looks as if he's going to comment but their drinks arrive and their doing that cheesy 'cheers' and laughing about it before taking a drink. The conversation keeps flowing, they have a lot in common but enough that's different to have the occasional joking disagreement. They stay longer and buy more drinks. And now Virgil is pretty sure he can't stand up by himself but he needs, needs to go home.

"I should go, I really, I really need to go," Virgil says, finishing the last of his drink and putting a hand on Roman's shoulder to steady himself as he gets up but he still sways and trips over his own feet. Roman is up quickly, wrapping his arms around Virgil to stop him falling but almost tripping himself. "I'd offer to walk you home but I'm in no fit state myself," Roman says and Virgil pouts slightly still wanting to be around this stranger, "no please walk me home, I only live three blocks away, you can crash on my sofa or whatever just, lets go."

They stumble out of the door, arms interlocked in an attempt to stop each other falling over. Three blocks later they're still stumbling over each other, Virgil's fishing into his pocket for his keys and it takes him a few tries to open the door, Roman laughing fairly loudly behind him. They almost fall into Virgil's apartment, Roman catching himself on the door frame but Virgil falls to the ground gracelessly.

Peering up at Roman he can't help the words slurring out of his mouth, "my god, I'm way too drunk and you're way too gorgeous." Roman laughs the same laugh with his head thrown back, "where's your bedroom?" He asks picking Virgil up off the floor the best he can and Virgil points in the direction. Virgil isn't sure when he closes his eyes but opens them again and he's half naked in his bed, Roman taking his shirt off beside him.

"Woah, no frick fracking please," Virgil exclaims, hands coming up to shield his eyes from a partially naked Roman, who laughs again, man does he ever stop laughing. "No, I know, I'm not sleeping in all my clothes though," he responds, climbing over Virgil to lie next to him, shuffling himself under the blankets too. "Maybe some frickle frackle when I can keep my eyes open and when I'm sober because you are gorgeous," Virgil whispers, cuddling into the duvet, only partially aware of Roman's agreeing response before he drifts to sleep.

Immediately when he wakes he doesn't want to open his eyes, well aware that he's hungover and he didn't close the blinds. Groaning slightly he opens his eyes, squinting into the room he shuffles in his bed, aware of the uncomfortable scratch of his jeans against his skin. He's quick to realise he's not alone in his bed, a very handsome stranger is lying next to him, eyes open and looking at him in a fond and intense way. Well, shit.