Sander sides one shots

Prinxiety - Worst Arch Enemies Ever.

Warnings: Drugs, swearing, sex jokes and Remus.

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A little a bit of whiskey spilt onto the counter as it was poured into the shotglass, quickly downed as soon as it was pulled into the man's hand. Dee slammed the glass back onto the table, licking his lips in satisfaction. "Woo! Go Virgil! Get some dick!" Sitting next to him was Remus, speech slurred. He was hollering across the room at their friend who was making out with a guy against the wall of the bar.

His hands pinned them against the wall while their hands traveled up his purple shirt, both grinding against eachother. Raising a cocky eyebrow, Dee smirked at the drunk man next to him. "Huh, Virgil's getting action from a stranger and you're just sitting, having shots of whiskey. Since when did you guys switch roles?" Remus rolled his eyes, looking back at his friend.

"When Virgil became a slut to nicotine." Smirking, Remus pointed to ash try on their table, four nearly completely smoked sticks of tabacco. They made it obvious what the grey smoke around them was. They only had just gotten there barely an hour ago and Remus and Deceit were annihilated and Virgil was high as a kite. Not that this was at all a new practice for the group.

They both sat in silence, having a few more shots of whiskey as they just watched as the guy lifted their leg around Virgil's waist. He grabbed their thigh and spread it, giving him more room grind against them, making them moan loud enough for Remus, who seemed impressed, and Dee to hear. "He's surprisingly good at this, you know what all three of us should do when we get home?"

Dee hummed, glancing over at him. Remus's smirk grew even more if that were possible. "Double penetration up my ass." Remus flirted louder then he should, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at him. Dee snorted with laughter. Remus's comments never left anything up to the imagination. If Dee drank enough drinks to able to deal with all of them, he'd be straight up dead.

"I take it back, you're still the dirty little hoe of the group." Remus sighed in content, puffing out his chest with a cocky smile as if it were an achievement to be proud of. Dee poured himself another shot, scarfing it down fast. He slammed his drink down when Remus spoke up again, tone of voice very different.

"Hey, double d? Does the guy making out with Virgil look... familiar... to you?" Dee scrunched up his nose in confusion, not understanding. As soon as he looked back up from his drink, Virgil was suddenly spun around, seeing none other than Remus's brother pinning Virgil against the wall, making out with him viciously. Dee's jaw dropped in shock, trying to process what he was seeing.

"Is that... Roman?" Dee asked quietly, turning to Remus beside him, knowing that Remus would most likely to still be able to recognize his own twin brother even in his drunken haze. "That's fucking Roman." Remus confirmed, eyes completely fixated on his brother and his friend, making out like a doctor was coming to saw their dicks off. Remus wasn't smirking anymore.

Roman and Virgil suddenly pulled away, looking eachother in the eye as they panted before they realized who the other was. They both immediately started screaming,  pushing eachother away. Dee blinked before he smirked. "Worst arch enemies ever." Remus nodded, pouring more of the bottle of whiskey into his shotglass. He leaned his head back as he gulped it down before slamming it down on the table.

He wasn't drunk enough for this bullshit yet.

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604 words.

I did this in an 1 hour and 30 minutes. Does it show?

This is actually my first time writing Remus that's been published. It's ok.

In the scene this was based on, the people making out were sibling so I considered making this Roman and Remus. But then again, fuck that gross incest shit. I can't remember the movie for the life of me though.