Doubt

Chapter 5

{Warning; College party stuff, drinking, name calling}

        Roman was torn. He looked between the phone in his hand and the soft periwinkle flowers beside him. It was a tricky decision.
Go to the party, or gloom over his comatose boyfriend? He sighed and picked up his phone as he hopped out of his car. He punched in his friends number. Voice mail.
Roman groaned at the phone as he headed to his boyfriend's hospital room. "Hi, S. It's Roman. I'm going to the party. See you in a bit." He muttered and hung up.
Roman stepped into the dimly lit room with faint beeping. He smiled softly yet sadly at his sleeping boyfriend. He set the flowers down on the side table. "Forget-me-nots. Your favorite." He murmured and brushed Virgil's hair out of his face slightly.
Virgil had told him they were his favorites up to their spot on New Years. He told him that they gave him a sense of remembrance that he wasn't alone as a child and that they were once his brother's favorite.
Roman sighed at the memory and kissed the other's cheek, silently wishing he'd wake up to true love's kiss, but it didn't happen. "I'll be back soon. I love you." He told the unresponsive other and walked back to his car.

Roman walked into house that was radiating energy and party. He knew this was the right place because he saw S downing something in a red cup.
Roman rolled his eyes before taking a deep breath and acting like everything was normal. Normal party go-ers from last time he went were there, drinking and stumbling. Roman made sure to steer clear of his old friends, specifically Bryce and Anders, if they were there.
Roman was stuck in his mind now, thinking about those two assholes and that...one mysterious guy. He never found that man who he now has a grudge on for being the reason Virgil...
He sighed and someone slapped him on the back. "Hey, you made it," the guy slurred and chuckled faintly.
Roman looked over and noticed it was a very intoxicated S. "Oh-Yeah," quickly changing his demeanor for S's appeal, "I did. Looks like a fun time."
"Yeah, it is. C'mon, live a little." S pushes a bottle into his hand and shoots him finger guns, "have fun, buddy."
Roman chuckled and juts the bottle out to him before looking down to sigh at the liquid. He thought he might as well enjoy himself a bit. He had been a Debby Downer since Virgil had been hit. He let out a scoffed chuckle.
Debby Downer reminded him of his vast amount of nicknames for Virgil. He then shook his head. It's his own time right now. He downed the drink in his hand with a scowl. He remembered how much he hated the sharpness of beer.
He let out a gasped and glanced around for another, just needed to drown his thoughts. He made his way to a cooler and grabbed two more, one to make him tipsy and the other to get him a bit buzzed.
He didn't bring Logan and Patton along. He didn't want the lectures so hopefully they thought he was with Elliot or visiting Virgil. He knew the two would give him a talking to if they knew he was drinking. Well, he didn't really care at this point because the second bottle was empty.
He was downing the bottles like there was no tomorrow. He gasped after the last one and looked around the room. Vision distorted and thoughts scattered, he smiled. Roman felt light and carefree.
Roman now was apart of the party; laughing, yelling and dancing with strangers. S was helping influence this by leading him about the house; bumping and stumbling into people, helping him with the keg stand, and chatting up with strangers.
Later into the night, Roman was a bit all over the place. His hair was tossed messily across his face, his shirt was untucked and slouched, and his cheeks were flushed a rosy hue. Of course, he didn't care how plastered he might've looked, he was having a great time.
Until he had bumped into two familiar faces and grouchy 'watch it' given in return.
"Oh sorry, boys," Roman mumbled giggly,
He started to walk off before he remembered the faces. Bryce and Anders. He tried to gain back some composure and turned back, "actually, You two, can I have the apology back?"
Bryce looked back at Roman with a brow raised before it fell and he muttered to Anders. "Wha'd ya want, Fashionista?" Bryce spat at Roman with a grimace.
"What a compliment. I'll keep it, murderer." He retorted back.
Bryce's grimace changed to shock before falling back into a scowl. "Are you trying to pick a fight, Man in Tights?"
Roman chuckled, "at least I'm brave enough to wear tights where as you are caught in toxic masculinity."
They didn't notice, but they started a commotion already. A crowd had started to form to watch the fight outbreak. 2 versus one once again. Their intoxicated states are making them cocky as well.
"Oh that's it, you bitch," Bryce growled and Anders busted his beer bottle on the near by table.
Bryce went at Roman with a swift punch, while Anders came at him with the bottle. Roman dodged them both by simple side to side shifts. Bryce stumbled and Anders fell behind Roman, making him chuckle. Roman started to walk off, but felt a tug on his pant leg. Roman swiftly turned and saw a fist before he blacked out.