Sanders Sides Boiz Oneshot REPRISE

Go Home [Moxiety] (Husbands AU)

Im in a spoopy mood so I'm gonna do a heckin lot of Virgil stuff. Also Ricky is my god and we need to appreciate his voice. Listen to his cover. It's the best.

STORYTIME!

It's late at night and it's storming outside, yet Virgil still has the courage to take the dice and roll them on the table. Normally he'd think "I ain't gonna waste all my money and have everyone hate me over a few hours of whatever trickery goes on in one of those places" but this time was different. Virgil isn't even here for the money. He's here to forget. But his stupid anxiety actually is good for something tonight and he's too scared to try anything that would make him forget. So he just... kept himself distracted with a small bit of pocket money nobody really cares about.

Why does Virgil need a distraction? Well, that's a toughie. That's a hard one to answer. See, Virgil done messed up. This thirty year old man just lost his job at an animation studio because the new guy who took over the studio is a huge dick and homophobe and fired Virigl because he had a photo of himself, his husband, and his seven dogs on his desk with a little pride flag taped on his favorite drawing pen. So now he's here... jobless... in the rain... too ashamed to go home and tell his husband what happened.

Virigl put his chips all over the roulette board, hopping from the dice table to the roulette table. There were two other people with masculine features playing, but Virigl would never assume. He's not that bitch. He places his chips mainly on the sides rather than on specific numbers, maybe littering a few on Thirteen for good luck but mostly going for the black tiles in the second twelve. That was always his lucky go-to for roulette. Well, at least in the video game casinos that he played with his husband back in their college days.

Virgil was caught off guard when he won the jackpot, lucky number thirteen getting all the winnings. Virgil took the money and decided to leave it there, making a few hundred in net profit for being in this place. He got like a thousand and a half dollars from those winnings but his profit was maybe two hundred in all. That tells you how sad and pathetic Virigl is.

Virgil's stomach flipped as her glanced at the bar. It's eleven at night, he doesn't wanna check his phone, and the last thing he wants to do is go home. His mind and heart were racing and his stomach was queasy, but he did it fucking anyway. He went up to the bar and asked the waiter for a Shirley Temple. He didn't want any alcohol. He knows how bad that fucks you up and his husband would be pissed. But he needed something to pretend to be doing here.

"You don't look like you belong here, Purple Guy. First time at a Casino?"

A person with wide shoulders and a coy manner of speech slithered into the so to next to him, barely giving him so much as a sideways glance while initiating  a conversation with him. He merely held up two fingers and the bartender already had some sort of drink ready for them. Another person manages to find their way in the seat to the other side of Virgil at that exact same moment. Virgil realized thst these two are the same two that Virgil just played that singular round of roulette with. Virgil held on to his wallet carefully, knowing what kind of swindles he could find himself into.

"I don't think I need to tell either of you two anything."

"Ha Ha, So you are a keen one aren't you? I had a feeling that you weren't a blabbering Intoxicated idiot like most others who find themselves here. Like my husband Remus, for example. Err, to your right. That doofus right there is Mine. I know you're thinking we're trying to get you to fess up the money you won, but that certainly isn't the case. You just piqued my interest~ Oh and Remus knew you from some place or another but that's not nearly as important."

Virgil didn't let his guard down. He turned his attention to this husband thst this person kept mentioning to. Remus? Wait, maybe Virgil does know this guy. Those big brown eyes and that's crazy smile. That mustache above all else gave it away. That's his Highschool best friend's (and Highschool boyfriend they broke it off on real bad terms) twin brother. Yeesh that's gonna make tonight worse. Virigl took w long sip from his non-alcoholic drink. You know what? He's never gonna see this person again after tonight. He may as well get a few things off his chest.