The Painter and His Model // Prinxiety

~~one~~

It would've been the perfect day for Virgil to stay at home, hiding away in his apartment. It was such a bright sunny day and everyone was smiling at him, which was quite unusual for him when he usually gets glares for being so talented.

Virgil sighed as he cleaned his brushes, hoping for the night to pass by just as fast as it usually does. Patton had gone off first, saying that his dogs at home would miss him if he didn't go home on time.

He smiled at that thought.

"Yo, V! You ready?!" Remy's voice broke Virgil out of his trail of thought. Virgil tilted his head in confusion and asked, "N-Now?! But I haven't gotten-"

"Hun, you look amazing," Remy said, tilting his head. Virgil rolled his eyes as he gathered his belongings. He didn't look that good anyway. "I know what you're thinking, bish. Stop that. You look amazing and you don't have anything wrong on you."

Virgil sighed. "Is it too late to back out?"

Remy smirked too much to his friend. "Yes. Yes it is." He brushed off some dirt off Virgil's shoulders. "NOW GO. LIVE YOUR DREAM!"

Virgil shook his head and asked such an eloquent question. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Remy looked at his nails as he dragged Virgil towards the elevator, smirking. "Get ready, babe. You're in for one hell of a night."

Virgil could feel the dread build up already as the elevator doors opened to his doom. "Patton?" Virgil questioned walking into the elevator with Remy. "What are you still doing here? I thought you had to go home early."

Patton smiled tiredly. "Oh hey, kiddo. Going so soon? I thought you said you'd stay until Remy left?"

"Yeah, well... Apparently he decided to drag me along," Virgil said, gesturing to Remy who was too busy with his nails to care about what they're talking about.

Patton chuckled and patted (lmao) his back. "Well, I'll be off. I have to get home soon before my doggos go crazy again."

With that, Virgil waved at Patton who ran down the dark alleyway. He swore he thought Patton was some sort of secret spy thing for his ability to run.

Is he? Maybe. Virgil shook off these thoughts as he focused on the sidewalk. Remy was too engrossed in his phone to comprehend the world around him, thus cue Virgil pulling him away from street signs.

Virgil turned to Remy who was still checking out his nails. "Really Remy? Sunglasses at night?"

Remy smirked. "Look, gurl. There's no better time to wear sunglasses than at night. In the morning, you risk sunburn shaped like glasses."

"B-But-"

"Don't question my fashion, okay?"

Virgil grumbled in response. "More like risking yourself getting mugged at night for being too blind."

Remy paid that comment no mind as they approached the entrance to the bar. He turned around, finally stuffing his phone in his pocket. "Welcome to the bar! Or some shit..."

The bar entrance intimidated both of them. It was filled with burly hot guys.

"GAY BARS ARE THE BEST!" Remy exclaimed, making Virgil flinch at his loud voice.

"Keep it down, will you?"

They approached the two muscular ("Hot, in my opinion," Remy commented.) men who asked for their IDs. The men reached out their hands as a gesture for bribe if Virgil or Remy left their identities back at home.

"No, it's alright. We have them here." They brought their IDs and handed it swiftly to the men.

One of the men raised his eyebrows. "Thomas Sanders?"

"Yep," Remy replied, nonchalantly.

"Both of you?" The other man asked.

They both nodded.

"As much as we want to believe your believable fake IDs, there can only be one Thomas Sanders and that guy is already inside," The first one spoke again.

Virgil and Remy overlooked past the burly men and saw the real Thomas Sanders inside through the heavily tinted glass doors.

The two men reached out their hands once more but Virgil and Remy just brought five dollars...in total.

"Guys, guys. Don't worry! They're with me," a man wearing a pastel tie and sweater exclaimed.

The men raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure, sir? They-"

"Have the same face as us."

The two men towered over Virgil and Remy intimidatingly. Virgil shrunk back in his hoodie as Remy didn't look like he had a care in the world.

"Gentlemen, please. Why would I ever lie about this? Go on, let them through."

They finally entered the bar considering how long it took them to argue getting in. "WOULD YA LOOK AT THE TIME!" Remy exclaimed, letting himself in as the men raised the velvet ropes. Virgil followed, contemplating why he actually let Remy drag him across town for this.

Author's Notes:
This is Logan/Lo. I'm collabing with an IRL friendo of mine for this story because shit, we didn't know what to collab. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do!!
Enjoy!

This is Anx-it stuck cuz of Logan- from Anxiety_Sanders. This is a collab as stated by Lo. She just dragged me here which I liked to do. So, a lot of edits for one another. We had absolutely no system. (She just corrected my absolutely.) We just wrote as if we were first graders sharing on a coloring book. So...
I hope you guys will like it.
Enjoy!

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