Prinxiety One Shots

Day 15 - Carbonated

IT'S DECADE AU TIME EVERYONE (plus roman is a rich boy bc i can)

okay first of all: i will 100% either grossly underuse or grossly overuse 50's slang. I don't know which it will be. But just in case, you might wanna have a slang dictionary open. Links don't work on Wattpad, which is BS, but if you're gonna look it up go on fiftiesweb.com.(Edit: I kinda gave up near the middle but it comes back eventually)

Somehow there's lesbians that live and work together in the 50's because I can and so Roman doesn't have to worry about all that bullshit 'dating etiquette' because you can't ask virgil's father for permission to flirt with his son if virge doesn't have a dad

And I've given up on having the chapter title or the prompt word in the story, but you can see how 'carbonated' connects to '50's soda shop,' right? So it's cool.

This is the most research I've ever done for a single fic and there's a lot of notes because otherwise no one would get what the hell I'm talking about

Roman walked into the shop and found himself a seat. He was thrilled to be here, cause he heard the food was great, but more importantly... there were rumors that the two ladies who own the shop were... together. Roman, having recently figured out that he was less heterosexual than his parents may have preferred, wanted to meet as many people he could that were in the same boat of being queer.

He sat at the counter, looking around at the shop. The checkerboard tile floor sparkled as though it had just been mopped, and the chrome lining all of the seats was equally shiny. He was caught up in his thoughts about the brightness of this place when he was rudely interrupted.

"Heya sugar, can I get you something to drink?" Roman froze and turned back to the bar. In front of him stood the cutest boy Roman had ever laid eyes on. He seemed to work here, but he wasn't wearing a uniform. He was wearing a leather jacket. It took Roman a few seconds to stop drooling over him and answer.

"I- uh- yeah, thanks. I'll have a milkshake. Strawberry, please."

"Good choice," the boy said, walking away. Roman watched him leaving, in a trance. Who was he, and what are the chances he's queer too? Does he call everyone 'sugar?' Is he flirty with everyone or does Roman have half a chance?

He had his head in his hands and probably looked like a blushing mess when the waiter (Roman had resolved to call him 'cute guy with the leather jacket') came back with his milkshake. Said waiter appeared to somehow have nothing better to do, except stay and talk. There was hardly anyone else in the shop, after all. So he did.

"You good? You look a whole mess."

"I'm..." On the hook? Real gone? "Peachy keen, thanks for asking."

Get a grip! You cast an eyeball at one cute guy and you go all kookie? Who actually says Peachy Keen, you nut!? Get it together!

"You sure don't look like it."

"Yeah... say, I feel rude asking, but uh... the two ladies who run this place. Are they, y'know..."

"Together? Would be married if it were legal? You bet. They're my mothers."

"Oh, that's neat. So then are you..." Roman barely even knew what he was asking or why he made the connection, but it was better than awkward silence.

"Am I a queer too? Is that what you're wondering? You know, just because someone's moms are queer, that doesn't mean their kid will be too." The waiter looked angry, and Roman immediately felt sorry for asking. Then his face softened.

"I'm messing with you. Yeah, I'm queer. What about it?" Roman's heart leaped. That's one mystery solved.

"That's great, I'm uh..." Roman looked around to see if anyone was listening, immediately feeling stupid when he remembered that the only other people there was some old couple over in the corner. "I'm queer too."