The Rose and its Thorns

Drunk

[about a week after we last left off]

no ones POV

Virgil stumbled into Roman's room, drunk.

"hhheyy Rrromann, doo you *hic* knooww hhhoww cute you are??" he slurred, his voice higher than usual. Roman, noticing something was clearly wrong, asked Virge what he had done.

"ohh, I hhad a ffe-few drinksss wwitthh ssome oold friendss!" Virge responded, drunkenly

"How much did you drink??" Roman asked, worried about his lil stormcloud.

"ohh, aabout twoo" he stumbled around groggily

"Two what?"

"ke*hic*gs."

"YOU DRANK TWO KEGS? HOW THE HELL ARE YOU NOT DEAD BY NOW, THAT SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU!" Roman practically screamed at him

"hhehee, your hhot whhen youur mad Princyyy" Roman paused. Virgil never complemented him. he realized that Anxiety without his anxiety was just the most flirty bastard you'd ever meet. he had not filter, no fear of rejection. Roman gently guided him onto the couch

"stay here while I grab you some water and Advil okay?"

"buut I'm *hic* hhunggryy!"

"You can't eat you'll feel sick, Virge."

"aww comon *hic* jjusst a ssnnaack??" [(   ͡° ͜ʖ  ͡°) wink wonk]

"No, I already told you, you can't eat." Roman said gently to his drunken boyfriend.

Virgil dragged Roman onto the couch with him.

"I jusst wannt a little tasste thoouughh" he said as he claimed on top of Roman. He smiled coyly and nuzzled Roman's crotch.

oh, so thats what he wanted. Roman thought to himself as he attempted to move the horny bastard off of him.

after a few more attempts from Virgil, Roman ended up pushed against the wall.

"VIRGIL NO. STOP." Roman franticly yelled. Logan, who was passing by in the hallway, burst the door open.

"Roman what's happening, did Virgil injure himself?" Logan asked.

"he's drunk."

"awww commmon, im nott tthhaat dr*hic*unk."

"... how can I help?"

"can you get him some water and Advil? I'll stay here to keep him from doing anything stupid."

Logan left. Roman was able to twist Virgil around until his arms where held behind himself, thus making impossible to do anything. Or so Roman thought. Virgil pushed back, forcing Roman onto the couch with him on his lap. he moved his hips, attempting to, probably, turn Roman on. 

Logan came back with the water and Advil, which Virge refused to take. Roman, desperate at this point, made a deal with V, if he took the Advil, he'd let him fuck him. earning him a dirty look from Logan, however Anxiety did take it. Roman quickly conjured up another bed, and placed virge in it. who quickly fell asleep.

"... please tell me you won't follow through on that deal." said the logical side

"of course not, he's drunk. It'd count as rape. I have basic intelligence Logan." said a tired Roman who flopped onto his bed.

"well if you have everything covered, I guess I'll leave."

"–kay."

[sorry for it being short. :(

go be happy -tokitb]