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Dukexiety Week Day 4 || Coffeeshop

(Side note: just started watching she-ra  and I Spent the entire first season remembering why I love roceit so much)

TW: food/drink mentions, swearing, sexual innuendos

For @dukexietyweek On tumblr

Enjoy!

Virgil bolted out of bed, realizing that it was not in fact seven in the morning but instead eight forty-five.

He swore, grabbing a shirt that looked semi-clean and a pair of black jeans. Pulling on his hoodie, he grabbed a brush and spent about five seconds attempting to tame his purple bangs before giving up and applying his eyeshadow. Stuffing his phone and wallet into his pocket and pulling on a pair of sneakers, he bolted out of his apartment.

Minutes later he was trying and failing to look inconspicuous as he speedwalked down the street, zipping up his hoodie. He sighed with relief and grabbed his headphones, flipping them over his ears and fiddling with his phone. Moments later the first chord of Teenagers by MCR was ringing in his ears. Suddenly he didn't care who stared at the wild emo rushing down the street to get to his shift in time and began to mumble the lyrics.

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me...

As the last chords of Let's Kill Tonight faded away, Virgil pushed open the door to his friend Patton's coffee shop, cleverly named A Latte Fun. His watch read 9:13.

He sighed with relief. Not a minute too soon.

Reluctantly, he pulled off his headphones and slipped an apron over his head, clipping a tag with his name on it to the chest pocket. At around 9:15, he went over to the counter for his shift, waving at Patton and shooting him a forced grin.

...yeah, today wasn't going to be a great day.

Although making coffee wasn't hard, it was the fact that he was tired and sad that ate at him. His anxiety didn't really help, and he ended up taking longer on orders than he usually did. Plus he was super awkward, and got more than one look that made him shrink back into his hoodie slightly.

The bell on the door ringing after a couple minutes of an empty café made him glance up from Tumblr. Virgil sighed when he realized it was one of his regulars, the one with the odd mustache who always gave him a different, usually inappropriate name to put on his coffee cup.

He forced a grin. "Welcome to A Latte Fun, what can I get for you?"

The guy smirked, glancing around the empty cafe before winking at him. "I'd like a giant dick, please."

Virgil sputtered, flushing. "Shut the hell up. What do you actually want?"

"Just a black coffee. Add the souls of the innocent for good measure."

He sighed. "That will be $2.69. Please wait at the counter for your order." He barely restrained himself from adding dipshit. "Can I have a name?"

"Sugar tits."

"Lovely."

He quickly made the coffee, his hands moving almost automatically. He had been making coffee for himself since he was fourteen, and with almost ten years of experience this was nearly second nature to him. He slid the cap onto the cup with a pop and, reluctantly, pulled out a sharpie and wrotesugar tits on the side.

"Here you go." Virgil handed the customer his order. He took it and winked. "Thanks, dork."

However, he did slide an extra dollar into the tip jar on his way to sit down at a small table, so Virgil counted it as a win.

A few minutes of boredom later he realized that the counter on the other side of the shop needed more cup sleeves. He sighed and slid his phone into his pocket, grabbing some hoodie sleeves and a few extra cups for good measure, then walking over and arranging them in a semi-organized matter.

That is, he would have if he hadn't accidentally caught the corner of a loose tile on his toe and stumbled, nearly falling. A small shriek escaped his lips as he almost faceplanted in the tiled floor.

Just before impact a grimy hand gripped his and pulled him up to a standing position.

And now, somehow, Virgil was face-to-face with that dipshit of a customer who was looking at him with a concerned(?) face.

"You ok?" He asked, the usual snarkiness of his tone faded away.

"Never better." Virgil deadpanned, decidedly ignoring the fact that he was still holding onto the customer's hand as if his life depended on it.

And then he made the mistake of meeting his eyes and he was instantly mesmerized, spellbound by the bright green gaze that was meeting his. He swallowed, wondering why he felt like this man's eyes could pierce his very soul.

"Say... this is a flattering angle." That shit-eating grin returned and the spell was broken.

"Ok, shut up, dickwad." Virgil muttered, shoving him away and bending down to pick up the cup sleeves that had fallen to the ground.

"Oh, this view is even better."

He flushed, daring to glance up and rolling his eyes when he confirmed that yes, he was staring at his ass. "Perv." He muttered.

"At least you could have some level of respect for the guy who just saved your pretty skull from getting cracked open on the floor? If I wasn't here, there would be so much blood and brain juice on these tiles that it would take years to start smelling normal again."

Virgil decidedly ignored him. However, he was mildly surprised to see that he had knelt down near him and picked up a couple of cups that had rolled out of his grasp.

As they stood up, Virgil held out his hand. "Thanks.... I guess..."

"I'm not done yet."

Before Virgil could react, he had reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen, swiftly writing something on the coffee cup before handing it to Virgil. "See you tomorrow." He winked.

And just like that, he had left.

Virgil looked down and felt his face warm as he realized that he was holding a cup with his messy scrawl all over it.

Remus

696-420-7935(I made this phone number up)

Come and get me, dickwad.

He realized that his heart sped up at the thought of talking to the customer, Remus, more.

Virgil froze.

Shit.