The Astronomer and The Florist

The Party and The Punching

Virgil was almost done with making the perfect 'fuck You' bouquet for Michael.

Last night Virgil had contacted Elliot and explained the situation. After much laughter and snide remarks on Michael's behalf, Elliot informed Virgil that Michael hated the colors yellow and orange, and despised scale-like patterns.

So, naturally, Virgil made it his mission to make the bouquet as orange and yellow as possible. So what if he had to re-do the bouquet a bit, it was time well spent!

Virgil finished tying a yellow ribbon on the scale-patterned vase he put the bouquet in, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

Patton turned around and grinned. "You finally finished with it?"

"Yep!" Virgil said, popping the 'p'.

"I am all done with it, now I just have to watch his face as he takes in this beautiful masterpiece of a middle finger."

Patton laughed at then looked at his watch. "You know, if you want to go ahead and head home, you can. You can go get ready for the Party, pick out the perfect outfit, and have Logan pick you up from you house!"

Virgil smiles as Patton keeps making plans.

"Alright Pat, I'll go home and take a shower if you stop making wedding plans."

Patton stuttered then smiled. "Fine. Deal. But you better bring the bouquet with you!" Patton called as Virgil headed towards the door in his excitement.

Virgil turned around sheepishly, got the bouquet, and rushed out the door. Patton's laughter followed him the whole way home.

As soon as Virgil got home, he put the bouquet on the counter and jumped into the shower. Even though he was just joking with Patton, he did want to make a good impression on Logan. This is there first 'romantic outing' after all!

Virgil dried off and then stared at his closet. About 10 minutes later he started panicking. Logan will be here to pick him up in an hour and a half, and he has positively no idea what to wear!

He was going to embarrass Logan, or have to cancel and make Logan deal with Michael all on his own or-

Virgil stopped himself mid-spiral. This was a serious situation. A desperate time. And desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Hello?"

"Roman! Oh thank God! How far are you away from my house? I need your help!"

There was a knock on his front door. Virgil told Roman to hang on, then went to open the door. Roman stood in the door way, phone held against his ear and smirking up a storm.

"Now as much as I love the thought of you going to a Party, whose theme is Business Casual might I remind you, shirtless and in ripped black jeans, I think you would accidentally give Logan a heart attack."

"How? What?" Virgil asked, still a bit in shock at seeing Roman in front of his door, almost as if he was summoned.

"I know you Virgil." Roman said, ending the phone call.

"I figured you would be struggling for an outfit, so I decided to lend my assistance. It is nice to hear you so happy when I answer the phone though."

Virgil punched Roman in the arm and then dragged him over to his closet. "Hahaha, yadayadayada, great, we've made fun of me, now work your magic and make me look good please!"

Roman's face softened. "Oh, come now Virgil! You always look good. I'm just here to help you send Logan into a gay panic!"

Virgil snorted and then gestured at his closet. "Alright then! Get on with it!"