The Painter and His Model // Prinxiety

~~two~~

Virgil knew that he regretted every life decision he made the moment he stepped into the bar. It was loud, noisy, and full of gay men (not that he himself isn't one but it was awfully crowded for his anxious self).

“Uhh, Remy? Why did you two want to meet up here instead of somewhere much more appropriate…?” Virgil asked, inching closer to Remy who just chuckled.

Remy brushed him off. “Chillax, Virgil mah man. Nothin’ bad is gonna happen to us! Besides, this dude next to me in his awesomeness is Dr. Picani!”

Virgil raised a brow. “Who?”

The doctor chuckled and nodded, reaching a hand out towards Virgil. “Yes, I am Dr. Emile Picani. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Virgil kept a straight face at the doctor. “Are you like a doctor for patients who have allergies to pecan nuts?”

Remy’s face bloated trying hold in his laughter.

He raised his eyes in confusion. “Pecan… nuts? Oh, no… I'm a relationship therapist who help couples with relationship problems. Though, sometimes they don't understand my references toward a certain show…”

“Steven Universe,” Remy and Dr. Picani said in unison, chuckling afterwards.

Virgil just continued staring awkwardly at the two of them. “What the fuck is a Steven Universe?” He scrunches his face trying to remember if he had even heard of that ‘cartoon’

Emile gasped and said, “Why, it is the greatest show of the century! The storyline is magnificent and don't get me started on the fusions that are totally awesome!”

Remy nodded. “Seriously, don't. He's very passionate about this and it works a lot.”

Virgil stood up to refill his empty glass of water. “You guys talk away while I get myself a refreshing drink or something…”

Waving him off, the two continued to chat away not noticing his disappearance. Virgil started to feel anxious, considering the fact that he is in a bar, a GAY bar of all bars that he could've gone!

All of a sudden, a large group of girls barged into the GAY bar apparently holding posters of a man who looked a lot like a model. Virgil...slightly swooned.

Remy like Virgil himself, which was totally weird. “Look, it's Roman Prince!!”

“Roman...Prince?” Virgil said stuttering.

His eyes widened as the group started to stampede toward him,screaming like banshees. They screamed different chants of names apparently belonging to one person. “Oh my god, he tried to hide from us! GET HIM!” The girls lunged for Virgil, tearing away pieces of his dignity.

“I GOT HIS LEFT SHOE!”

“I GOT A PART OF HIS SHIRT!”

“NO, IT'S MINE–”

The bar became a chaotic scene.

Without thinking, he looked around and saw the boy’s bathroom. Wait, they were all gays and men, oh well.

Virgil ran to the bathroom unharmed physically but his dignity was utterly destroyed. His shirt was in pieces and he was missing a left shoe. He locked the door, breathing heavily as tears accumulated in his eyes. God, he wished he wasn't having a panic attack. Not here, not now.

“Who's there?!” A voice called out. Virgil jumped in surprise at the voice.

A man in a white polo shirt and black dress pants comes out of nowhere scaring the shit out of him. “I’m sorry ‘bout the riot there.”

Virgil recognized this man as the man on the girls’ posters...Roman Prince. “I didn't mean to drag in attention. Are you alright?” Roman licked his lips staring at Virgil’s torn shirt, obviously checking him out. “Man, am I happy they got you good.”

Virgil blushed and stuttered out a reply. “I-It’s you…”

Roman raised an eyebrow cockily. “It's me?”

“The posters…” Virgil says as Roman approaches him.

Roman chuckled and said, “So you have seen it, huh?” Roman was directly in front of Virgil right now, making him uncomfortable but at the same time slightly aroused. He placed an arm around Virgil’s waist and chuckled, “You're pretty cute, y’know?”

Virgil’s blush grew a hundred time redder and Roman chuckled. Maybe his senses were not functioning but he could've sworn the entire world stopped when he looked at Roman’s eyes.

It was for a short brief moment before Roman backed away, sighing. “Sorry, I feel really drunk right now. I should get going, don't want you getting mobbed again.”

Virgil blinked dumbly and nodded. He shook his head out of his stupor and yelled out, “Wait!” It was probably a dumb move, asking Roman to stop.

Three loud knocks were made on the door. “VIRGE! IT’S YOUR EXTREMELY HOMO BUDDY REMY!”

Roman stifled a laugh and raised his brow, a tinge of jealousy evident in his eyes.

Virgil gasped. “I’m so sorry. That's just my friend, Remy. He dragged me here.”

Roman laughed, “So I'm not the only one who was dragged here, huh? Small world… Virge, right?”

“It's Virgil. Only Patton calls me Virge because he can but Remy just calls me that to annoy me,” Virgil said, hoping it didn't sound too rude.

Roman smirked. “With a beautiful name like that, I’m guessing you’re still a virgin.”

“S-Shut up, princey!”

“Awh, we're calling each other nicknames? You're Emo Nightmare then!”

This continued on for the entire night they stayed in the restroom. Occasional knocks but they would always say it was occupied (Virgil pitied them while Roman didn't. The nerve…)

“I think I should get going,” Virgil said, yawning out the last part. He looked at his phone as it read 00:34. He stood up and walked towards the exit. “I still have some art to work on.”

“You’re an artist?” Roman was quick and grabbed Virgil’s wrist before he was about to walk out the door. “Here,” Roman said slipping in a rectangular card. “Have my personal number. Maybe you’ll need an inspiration some time or you know… just hang out…”

With that, Roman slipped away and walked out of the bathroom in a flash, leaving a flustered Virgil behind.

“DAMMMMMMMNNNNN!” Remy says very amused, turns out he was just by the bathroom. “I just drag you here and you find yourself hooking up with Princey right here.”

“NO ONE CALLS HIM PRINCEY!” Virgil shouted in annoyance.

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because I heard you call him that.”

“You heard nothing. It was probably just a miscommunication or your ears are playing tricks with you,” Virgil said, giving a tired sigh. “Alright, time to get you home.”

Author’s Notes:
Lo(gan) and behold, we wrote another chapter. I hope you enjoyed this as much as we did!
-Lo

Anxiety_Sanders: Read it. :-)