Sander sides one shots

Prinxiety - Tongue kiss.

I am so glad I pre-write this.

Warnings: Alcohol.

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Roman's eyes slowly blinked open from his slumber. He sat up in his clean, white sheets, immediately regretting it as pain erupted in his skull. He lay down, looking at his bare palms.

What... happened last night? He honestly couldn't remember anything from after Logan basically dragged him into the car. It bothered him endlessly that he didn't know how he got back to room.

He balled his hand into fists before gently smashing into the sides of his head in frustration. Think Roman! What happened last night?

He finally found a small, miscellaneous memory from the night, latching onto it like it was his life support. He closed his eyes to try recive visuals of memory but he couldn't because of his headache, still getting audio though.

"Come on! J-Delightful is an amazing nickname!"

"Is it like a reference or..."

"Heathers?"

"What?"

"The main character's boyfriend is Jason Dean or JD and you remind me of him. With the jacket and everything. Though I doubt you plan to blow up high schools."

"What if I did?"

"I wouldn't know, I'd be the first one to die. My friends tell me I'm the Heather Chandler type."

"Who?"

"Nevermind."

"Anyway, one more try."

"BAH! Fine, emo nightmare?"

"That's also ba- Wait. I actually like that one."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Well, that... didn't help his confusion at all. He sighed, trying to order the jumbled mess of conversations in his head. Okay, first of all, Logan took him to... a bar? That would explain why he had headache because he was hung over! OHHHHH. Yeah, that's what happened.

Roman opened the bar door, gesturing inside it for Logan to walk in. Logan walked past him, not bothering to even say thank you. Roman rolled his eyes before following his roommate, closing the door behind him.

Logan was in his normal attire, a black polo shirt with his signature blue tie and a pair of  blue jeans. Nothing special. Roman however was different. He was wearing tight black form fitting jeans and a light red v-neck. It's not pink, it's light red. There's a difference.

Logan looked around the crowded college bar, clearly trying to locate a specific person. "Why are we here again? I though you hated parties."

Logan sighed, annoyed he had to explain this to Roman. "I do. However, I'm doing a research project on the effects of alcohol on different people and in case you haven't noticed, there is quite a bit of it in here."

Not only that but, from memory, the alcohol was extremely cheap there.

Roman crossed his arms in defiance, not satisfied with that answer. "What does that have to do with me?" Logan adjusted his glasses as he spoke to appear more intelligent. So Roman was the extra one?