Sander Sides One-Shots // Logicality and Prinxiety

Scan Person | Logicality

AN- This was my brother's idea. I was going to all it cashier but he said no.
AU- Human, Corner Store

Logan was going through a bit of a sad spell. His boyfriend cheated on him, they broke up, and his family found out he was gay and shunned him from his family. He needed something to take the edge off. At least for the night. So he drove to a corner store to buy a bottle of whiskey. He picked one out and went to the cashier.

"Hey. I need to see some ID." They said. Logan rolled his eyes, after all, he was 27, and he looks like it, but he pulled out his ID and showed it to the cashier. They looked at it and smiled before handing it back. "21.40."

"Okay..." He looked at the nametag. "...Patton." He pulled out his card and put it in the... thing. The thing that takes credit cards.

"What's someone like you doing buying whiskey? You look like you never drink." Patton asked, putting the whiskey into a paper bag. For the first time, he looked up at Patton's face. He was immediately entranced by Patton's brown eyes and blonde hair and his freckles that looked like there were at least a thousand of them. His smile that looked like he cared for anyone, and the glasses that fit his face so well.

"This'll be my first since college." He said tiredly, trying to take the whiskey, but Patton took his hand.

"Don't drink and drive, please. If I saw you on the news tomorrow, I'd never be able to forgive myself." He said, his voice and eyes filled with worry.

"Alright."

That night, Logan drank almost half the bottle and went to sleep, dreaming of the boy. He came into work the next day, hungover.

"What the hell did you do last night?" Virgil asked. Virgil was Logan's coworker. The closest thing that he had to a friend and the only consistent thing in his life right now.

"I drank half a bottle of whiskey and then fell asleep on my floor, what did you do last night?" Logan asked. He was resisting the urge to clutch his head in pain.

"I went on a date with my boyfriend. Sorry."

"It's alright, Pat-- Virgil," Virgil smirked and raised his eyebrow at Logan.

"Who's this Pat, Logan? Do I remind you of him or something?" Virgil asked, sipping the coffee that was on his desk before spitting it back into the cup. "This is from yesterday." He muttered.

"Patton. He was just the, uh... the, uh... the scan person thing."

"Cashier?" Virgil asked. Logan nodded tiredly. "Why are you thinking about him?"

"I don't know, I just can't get him out of my head. It's juvenile, I know--"

"Aww!" Virgil squealed teasingly, causing pain to shoot through Logan's head. Logan shushed him. "Sorry. But Logan, it sounds like you like him!" Virgil said, his voice hushed.

"I don't. I merely think that he's attractive, it's nothing."

Nothing...
Well, that night, he went to the corner store again.

"Hello again!" Patton said as Logan entered.

"Oh, hello, Patton."

"Two nights in a row, Logan? Are you okay? Please tell me that you're not getting more alcohol." Patton said, concerned voice, concerned eyes.

"No, I'm... How do you know my name?"

"It was on your ID." He said simply. "What are you here for today?"