Sander sides one shots

Prinxiety - Drunk kiss.

It was two am when Virgil walked into the kitchen, searching for food or water. He wasn't particularly hungry or thirsty, he never really was, but he was bored. The best thing to do when you're bored is to eat and drink things that you probably shouldn't.

Hooray?

He opened one of the cabinets and took a bottle that had it's label ripped clean off out of it. The ripped paper remains  of the label still rested on the glass, unremovable in that state.

Not foreboding at all, right? He should of realized that he shouldn't of drunk it if he didn't know what it was, RIGHT? Because he had basic human common sense, RIGHT!?

Well, no. In his defense, he was tired. He popped the lid off of the unidentified glass bottle, sitting on top of the newly cleaned kitchen counter and took a long, hard sip.

His head immediately started to ache because of how fast he consumed it, holding the side of his head and willing the pain to go away. Virgil gave up on his pain defenses, throwing the bottle lightly in the air before drinking the mysterious liquid yet again.

About an hour later, Roman sunk out to kitchen in search for a leftover pasta dish. He opened the fridge, taking the container out of the cold compartment. He ate it quickly which resulted in most of it landing on his face, whipping it with his selve.

What? He didn't have to be princely all the time, just when others were around or when he had to work. But currently, Thomas was asleep and so were the others because it was three am and Logan had banned Parks and Recreation binges.

He walked into the lounge, rubbing his eyes with his free hand as the plastic box of pasta rested under his other arm. The creative trait was about to sink back out to his royal themed room when his foot brushed against something soft.

He glanced down at it out of instinct, seeing Virgil lying on the carpet face down with his arms and legs sprawled out, starfish style. This wouldn't normally be worrying but the smashed glass surrounding the carpeted floor beneath him made him concerned. What... happened?

He picked up the anxious trait by his hood, pulling him up to make eye contact. Surprisingly, he was still conscious, just barely though as he was unbelievable intoxicated. The emo smiled as he made eye contact with Roman who gave him a small smile in return that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Princey~!" He spoke joyfully, really excited to see Roman for some reason. Said facet rolled his eyes before leveling the man on his feet and letting him go. "Hello Virgil. You ok?"  Roman gestured to smashed bits of glass which had surrounded Virgil in a sort of satanic ritual circle. He errant a subtle shrug in response.

Roman sighed softly to himself. "Alright. Let's clean this up." He mumbled something about just wanting pasta, going to the kitchen to grab a dust pan and a brush.

He comes back to Virgil sitting on the couch with one leg crossed and and the other propped up, one of them resting on that knee. The other arm of his hoodie slid down, revealing his shoulder and part of his upper arm. He was smiling in contentment and Roman blushed as his butterflies erupted in his stomach.

Roman ignores it, brushing it off as simply his imagination. "What's got you all giddy?" He couldn't hold back a chuckle, laughing mid-sentence. Virgil smiled brighter, letting his leg and arm fall in position with their other ones and leaning over his lap

"You're just being so nice to me! I love it when you're nice to me because I love you!" That didn't help Roman's blush, more blood rushing to his cheek to decorate his cheeks an even more obvious crimson colour. Virgil loved... him? Wow... He immediately shook his head, he was simply drunk. That's all.

Again, Roman brushed the comment off. "Yeah, ok. Now, you go to your room and I'll clean this mess up." He knelt down to clean up the glass, swiftly scooping up a few pieces before Virgil stood up into a wedding objection stance. "No!" Roman looked up in surprise before chuckling questioningly. "No?"

Roman stood up so they could be on equal eye level. Virgil pouted and crossed his arms. "No. I wanna hang out with yoouuu~" Roman, still not taking him seriously in the slightest, spoke again, acting dumb. "Do you now?"

"Yeah, we don't spend as much time together as we used to." Roman frowned at that, he and Virgil did used to be close, when Thomas' subconscious was still deciding if he was good or not.

They were always together, laughing and being completely oblivious to everything happening around them.
Roman longed for those times, more then he'd ever admit. He recalled all the memories they shared with one another everytime he looked at Virgil.

He was so bitter about the best person in his life being suddenly stripped away from that he lashed out at that very person. He wondered if the case was the same for Virgil... no. It couldn't be. Virgil didn't seem like the 'I'll wait for you and your love' type.

Roman excused his actions quickly.
"Well, yeah. Thomas is much older now so I'm more busy." As stated before, that wasn't the reason at all.

"But he's asleep! So you can focus on me!" He uncrossed his arms and latched them around the prince's neck. Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil instinctively before realizing what he was doing. "Virgil, you're drunk." He pushed Virgil away, still close though with their faces inches apart.

Virgil didn't seem to catch onto his body language, simply smiling again.
"Yup. I still love you though!"

Roman blushed again before willing it to go away, gritting his teeth. He was beginning to get angry. Most likely unintentionally yes, but that was rational and being rational was not his job. "No, you don't!" Roman yelled before covering his mouth, praying that he didn't wake up the others.

Virgil fliched away, his smile faded, his lips quivering as he whimpered.
He seemed to be more sensitive when he had drunk too much. Roman felt horrible, reaching to pat Virgil's shoulder comfortingly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Virgil smiled again, getting over it rather quickly. He sat down on the couch, almost bouncing up and down.
"It's ok. You are my prince charming after all!" Roman rolled his eyes before speaking again. "Sure I a- whhoAH!"

Virgil latched onto Roman's wrist, pulling him down onto the couch as well. As Roman landed, he was pulled into a sudden kiss. Not complaining, he melted into the kiss. The taste of cheap alcohol filled his mouth but he really didn't care.

He could deal with being punched by sober Virgil in the morning.

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1166 words.

This started off ok but the dialogue was bad. Oh well.