Kidnapped ~A Prinxiety Story~

Chapter 9: Drunk

⚠ Drinking, getting drunk, underage drinking, throwing up ⚠

This is a longer chapter, sorry-

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On the night of December 31st, the servants and even the twins were planning on celebrating. Roman because he goes along with anything really when it comes to this sort of thing, and Remus because he likes to drink.

So, Remy was giving everyone who wanted one shots of whiskey, rum, or vodka. Virgil was sitting at the table on his phone; he's 19 and technically not allowed to drink.
Roman looks over at him, grabbing a shot from the counter and setting it in front of Virgil with a small, happy smirk.

Virgil looked at it, then up at Roman. "I- Roman I'm only 19-" he says. Roman chuckles softly. "And? Your parents are dead, the police will never find this place; who's going to stop you?"
Virgil looks back at the shot glass, debating for a moment. Roman's right; and hell, he's going to stop aging eventually, right? Might as well.

So, he picked it up and drank it quickly, grimacing and coughing a bit. "Yes! Live a little, emo!" Remus cheered on. Roman just chuckles. "Let me make you a softer drink." he says, grabbing Dr. Pepper from the fridge along with Irish Cream.
He grabbed a cup and poured the soda in before pouring a bit of Irish Cream in it as well, mixing the two. He gave the cup to Virgil, who looked at it curiously.

"It looks like chocolate milk-" he commented, picking the cup up. Roman smirks. "It's very much alcoholic. Try it, you might like it." he says. Virgil tilted his head but took a drink, eyes widening a little bit.
"It's sweet-" he says, drinking more of it. Roman smiles. "You like it?" he asks. Virgil nods, continuing to drink it. Roman doesn't reprimanded him for his pace, kind of wanting to see his boyfriend drunk.

"Hey, Remy, you know how to make an Irish Car Bomb?" Roman hums with a smirk. "I've literally been your guys' bartender for decades. I can make everything." Remy says, making one.

"That- is that a drink or-?" Virgil asks, finishing the one Roman gave him. Roman chuckles. "It's the name of a shot. You seemed to like the Irish Cream a lot, so I thought you might wanna try it." he says, Remy handing him the shot afterwards.

Roman gave it to Virgil with a smile. Virgil took it, looking at it. "What's in it?" he asks. Roman just smirks. "Alcohol." he answered, intentionally vague.
Virgil took the shot, trying not to grimace so much again. "You're gonna get the poor boy drunk-" Remy whispers so only Roman heard him. Roman smirks, putting a finger to his mouth for a second. "Shh."

Roman got up and made Virgil another drink, putting it in front of him. "Drink this one a bit slower, baby." he whispers, winking at him before sitting down.
Virgil took a drink but listened to Roman, pacing himself a bit this time.

Roman took a shot himself, smiling at Virgil, who was starting to space out and stare at the wall. He was halfway through his drink at the moment, and was now at the very least, tipsy.
He giggled to himself, looking at Roman. "I love you." he says. His cheeks were a little flushed, so Roman knew he was starting to feel the alcohol.

Regardless, he smiles back. "I love you too." he replies, motioning for Virgil to take another drink. Virgil did so, spilling a little over himself.
"Shit. The fuck? Okay hang on-" he says, standing up. Remy and Remus both were holding back snickers.

Virgil stared at the table for a moment. His head was spinning; he was a bit drunk. He walked over and wiped himself off with a paper towel, taking his hoodie off.
"Fuck it, I don't wanna get it more dirty." he says, plopping back down in his chair. "You good there?" Roman asks knowingly. Virgil giggles. "I'm doin fiiiiiiine-"