Bonded by the Blues | A Sander Sides Book

Chapter 38 - A Party Plays the Blues: Part 1

Mmm-Hmm. It feels good to be back. You know what I realised when I wrote this chapter? Happy. There was nothing achingly epic or momentously complicated. Just a story I wanted to tell. 

I hope you remember where we left the guys. I wanted to put a recap, then I was like where do I even begin? So all you need to know is that every character in this book with a name and personality is at the party. The party is hosted by the last living male descendant of The Head Architect at a condemned ruined building by the river.

Just a heads-up, there's multiple mention of alcohol consumption here. Drink safe. I swear I am not an alcoholic, I don't drink in real life. I have many friends that do, though, and I observe from the side. Cheers!

Roman drummed his fingers impatiently on the hood of the pickup truck as it scrunched over the gravel to a stop. Even before Deirdre turned the engine off, he jumped off the back of the truck and swaggered up to Virgil's door.

"Hello, handsome!" Roman's breath clouded the glass in the chilly breeze off the river, and he drew a little heart in the condensation.

"Oh Hades!" Virgil lowered the shutter. "Must you always be this extra?"

"Only around you." Roman poked his face in through the window.

"Liar!" said Virgil pushing him back. "You're actually lamer around me, you pathetic dolt."

"You see right through my bluff, you apathetic Jacques." Roman popped the door open and bowed deep, offering a hand. "You may descend from the gilded carriage now; the ball awaits you!"

Virgil didn't move.

Deirdre snickered, Felicity giggled and Heimal guffawed. They had gotten off, and watched the spectacle before them with varying degrees of amusement.

Roman looked up. "Aw come on! Don't leave me hanging! I look like a fool"

"I literally sat and did nothing. You don't need me to make a fool of you. And heck no, I'm not getting out if you're acting this dumb." Virgil scooted over to the driver's side of the cabin, and opened the other door.

But Roman had prepared for this, and smoothly vaulted over the roof of the truck. Virgil watched in open mouthed surprise as he landed before him. "Ta da!"

"Are you crazy, you great big orangutan?"

"Crazy in love! Now give me your hand!"

"Never." Virgil crosses over to the passenger seat.

On cue, Roman swings himself over to his side. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easy!"

Virgil buried his face in his hands. "Ughhhhhhh!"

Roman grins and nudges his shoulder.

Virgil shakes his head and backs away to the driver's seat. Roman sighs and follows, except it is over the roof for him.

"Didn't I wear down your defences yet?"

"Nope. I can do this all night."

"So can I, Virgil!"

"Damn you, Roman! Okay, I'll get down."

"That's a win for me!"

"Shut up. but you gotta stand back."

"Uh, sure..." Roman takes a step back. "There!"

"Further."

Another step. "Okay?"

"Not yet."

A couple of steps back. "How about now?"

"No, keep going."