Chapter Eight

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TW: Alcohol use, technically they are both underage technically but they are in college so they are responsible
Day 15 Of Quarantine:

     Roman was surprised when Virgil asked if they could order pizza for dinner rather than make it. Virgil hated ordering out unless they had to or it was a special occasion. He claimed that they were having a lazy day so why not have a lazy meal that they didn't have to cook themselves. So Roman took the bait, they ordered pizza and for once didn't argue on what kind to get. Instead they both said Pepperoni. That never happened.

    It totally didn't freak Virgil out a bit. Then when Roman asked to have a few drinks with dinner and Virgil didn't oppose, he got suspicious. They had started out with movies they both liked: Mulan, Up, Sleeping Beauty, you know Disney. They also argued about them too.

    Roman then conceded and they watched a few of Virgil's favorite horror movies, as well as Monty Python and the Holy Grail. That surprised Roman. They were in the middle of the movie when they got the pizza. It was near the end of the movie when Roman broke out vodka, some shot glasses, and then mixers.

    "Alright, since you said yes to me having a drink, you are joining me. Because I need a drinking buddy, but I require only one drink. I haven't seen you drink so I am going to assume you are a lightweight." Roman poured two shots and handed one to Virgil.

    "Well, you know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of Sue and me." Virgil said. "But do you have a chaser?"

    "What?" Roman was still taken aback by the Patton reference.

    "You have been to how many parties and you don't know what a chaser is? Oh, Princey you have so much to learn about college." Virgil answered with a laugh. He took his shot and drank some of his iced tea.

    "And you would know because?" Roman said. Virgil grabbed the bottle and poured himself another drink.

    "Let's dig into pasts after the fourth round shall we?" Virgil smirked at Roman.

    "Is this a challenge I hear?" Roman asked, Virgil shrugged and took the shot.

    "If it is you are currently two shots behind me, about to be three. If I didn't know any better I would say you are the lightweight." Virgil said.

    "Oh, you are so on." Roman said and then took his first shot.

    To be honest, Virgil wasn't planning on drinking too much. Just enough to get a buzz and not get super fucked up. He still had his meds he needed to be careful with. So drinking until he vomited wasn't an option.

    After Roman took five shots in a row to prove he was better than Roman, Vigil gave up. The movies have been abandoned in favor of Roman telling stories from high school happily while getting Virgil to laugh. Virgil could feel the alcohol in his system but he had a tolerance.

    Being Italian and Irish really had it's benefits for him. Roman had conceded that Virgil wasn't a lightweight after a few the three shots he did settle and he could still walk in a straight line. Roman was surprised because Virgil was lean and small for their age, his tolerance should be lower than Roman's. But Roman had made mixers and Virgil had asked for a lighter one, concerned about his meds. Roman didn't push it and understood.

    So far, Virgil's plan was going swimmingly. A plan for Roman to take over and just drink as much as he wanted. Virgil had told him to drink as much as he wanted and he would take care of him while they were still sober.

    Roman had been worried but if there was one thing Roman loved it was a challenge, so that's Virgil did. He had to admit it was manipulative but it wasn't like Roman hadn't used his flirting to get what he wanted from Virgil.

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