Demus, Prinxiety, Logicality, and Remile oneshots

Welcome to the Sugarplum Cafe: Remile

Because I have done no Remile by itself, here you go.

Remy awoke to the loud beep of his alarm. He rubbed his eyes, and moved out of his bed, slowly, but surely. Three months ago, he would probably hit the snooze button at least two times before he got out of bed, even when he had a new worker to train, which, today he did, but now, he couldn't wait to get to work. And that was all because of Emile. Emile Picani was a therapist that worked in the building two blocks down from the Sugarplum Cafe, where Remy worked, and every morning he would come at 10:00 dull, and order the same thing, a medium hot coffee with five creams and two sugars. Remy once asked him about the logic behind five creams and two sugars in a coffee, but Emile said that it was the only way he would enjoy it. Remy slipped on a white shirt, blue jeans, and his iconic leather jacket. He pulled on a pair of black converse and pushed on his sunglasses, concealing his dark brown, almost black, eyes. He grabbed his messenger bag, and ran out the door of his apartment, heading in the direction of work.

"Good morning, Remy!" Patton called from his spot hunched up over a table he was cleaning. Patton and his husband Logan were the founders and co-owners of the Sugarplum Cafe, although Patton still did a lot of the cleaning for the building.

"Mornin' Patton." Remy walked behind the counter and made himself a coffee, slurping on it, and heading into the back room. Logan was lecturing Janus, one of his co-workers, on who knows what, and Janus was rolling his eyes so hard, Remy thought he might pull something. He decided not to comment. He grabbed his apron and waited for the new worker to arrive. After fifteen minutes, a boy with purple hair, purple eyes, and pale skin walked up to him.

"Hi, I'm Virgil, I'm the new worker?" He asked timidly, making it sound more like a question than a statement. Virgil looked about eighteen, making him the youngest worker in the shop, the second youngest being Janus who was nineteen.

"Hey babes, I'm Remy, let's get you an apron." Remy began teaching Virgil the basics of cleaning the tables, being a decent server, talking to customers, and making coffees. The shop opened at 9:00, so he had about one and a half hours until it opened to teach Virgil all this stuff. Finally, the shop opened and a customer came in. Remy helped Virgil serve the customer, but he honestly didn't need much, he was doing a fine job. Soon, 10:00 rolled around, and Remy knew that Emile would be there soon. The prince twins walked in, and Janus came out of the back for once in the whole hour the shop was open, seemingly sensing his boyfriend's presence.

"You go help Janus. Just make Roman's coffee, ok?" Virgil nodded, and walked up to the counter, becoming flustered after approximately five seconds from a sly, flirtatious remark that Roman made that Remy didn't hear. Suddenly, he saw a head of dirty blonde hair he knew all too well.

"Hi, Remy! Can I have-"

"A medium hot coffee with five creams and two sugars, you got it Em." Emile smiled, nodded, and walked to a table. Remy rushed to make the coffee. "Emile?" He called, and Emile walked over to grab his coffee. "You want a fifteen percent discount?" Emile shook his head.

"Oh, I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"Won't your bosses get mad at you?"

"Patton won't. Logan will get slightly annoyed, but Patton being ok with it will be enough to keep him quiet." Emile giggled.

"Ok, if your sure it's ok." Emile passed him his card, and Remy swiped it, passing him his card and coffee.

"By the way, Emile, there's a couples night coming up for workers and patrons, and I though maybe you'd like to go with your partner."

"I don't have one."Emile said. Remy looked at him in disbelief. He was the cutest and sweetest boy he had ever met, how had no one swooped him up yet?