I am so glad I pre-write this.

Warnings: Alcohol.

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Roman's eyes slowly blinked open from his slumber. He sat up in his clean, white sheets, immediately regretting it as pain erupted in his skull. He lay down, looking at his bare palms.

What... happened last night? He honestly couldn't remember anything from after Logan basically dragged him into the car. It bothered him endlessly that he didn't know how he got back to room.

He balled his hand into fists before gently smashing into the sides of his head in frustration. Think Roman! What happened last night?

He finally found a small, miscellaneous memory from the night, latching onto it like it was his life support. He closed his eyes to try recive visuals of memory but he couldn't because of his headache, still getting audio though.

"Come on! J-Delightful is an amazing nickname!"

"Is it like a reference or..."

"Heathers?"

"What?"

"The main character's boyfriend is Jason Dean or JD and you remind me of him. With the jacket and everything. Though I doubt you plan to blow up high schools."

"What if I did?"

"I wouldn't know, I'd be the first one to die. My friends tell me I'm the Heather Chandler type."

"Who?"

"Nevermind."

"Anyway, one more try."

"BAH! Fine, emo nightmare?"

"That's also ba- Wait. I actually like that one."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Well, that... didn't help his confusion at all. He sighed, trying to order the jumbled mess of conversations in his head. Okay, first of all, Logan took him to... a bar? That would explain why he had headache because he was hung over! OHHHHH. Yeah, that's what happened.

Roman opened the bar door, gesturing inside it for Logan to walk in. Logan walked past him, not bothering to even say thank you. Roman rolled his eyes before following his roommate, closing the door behind him.

Logan was in his normal attire, a black polo shirt with his signature blue tie and a pair of  blue jeans. Nothing special. Roman however was different. He was wearing tight black form fitting jeans and a light red v-neck. It's not pink, it's light red. There's a difference.

Logan looked around the crowded college bar, clearly trying to locate a specific person. "Why are we here again? I though you hated parties."

Logan sighed, annoyed he had to explain this to Roman. "I do. However, I'm doing a research project on the effects of alcohol on different people and in case you haven't noticed, there is quite a bit of it in here."

Not only that but, from memory, the alcohol was extremely cheap there.

Roman crossed his arms in defiance, not satisfied with that answer. "What does that have to do with me?" Logan adjusted his glasses as he spoke to appear more intelligent. So Roman was the extra one?

"I need another test subject, of course. The theory requires at least two people."Roman rolled his eyes at the realization. "You dragged someone else into this, do I know them?"

Logan's gaze softened as his cheeks warmed to a bright shade of red, looking off to the side to hide it. It didn't work though because despite the bar being dark, there were many neon lights shining on everything so his blush was obvious.

"D-do you remember Patton?" Logan... never stuttered... he must like Patton a lot. Roman smirked, seizing the opportunity to tease his roommate. "Your innocent little boyfriend? How could I forget?" Logan scoffed, crossing his arms with a frown clearly present on his face.

"He is not mine." He stated firmly, his eyes narrowed as his patience was beginning to run out. Roman raised an eyebrow in an also 'are you sure about that?' fashion."Whatever."

Logan decided to take the conversation away from subject of Patton as a precaution for getting even more flustered than he already was.
"Until he arrives, socialize with some people. You barely talk to other students outside your major."

Roman smirked wider, elbowing Logan after he made his 'clever' joke. "Whatever you say, mum." Logan furrowed his eyebrows even more in frustration, if that were even possible.
"Watch it, half wit." He insulted though gritted teeth.

Roman decided it was best to just stop the conversation there, spinning around on his heel to walk somewhere else. Logan still had something to say though."Also don't drink anything. Save it for when Patton's here." Roman mentally mocked his motherly tone but decided to save the verbal insults for another day.

He walked though the semi lit dark room, the neon lights guiding him though the long crowded bar. When he reached the actual bar, he spotting a girl sitting alone. He could only see her from behind but Roman had a feeling that she was going to be an interesting just seeing the back view.

The girl was wearing tight black jeans, almost like Roman's, except her's were ripped on the knees and other places. She wore a black jacket, sort of similar to a trenchcoat in a strange way. Finally, she had short, curly brown hair, mostly inside of a gray beanie placed on top of her head.

It was quite stupid for him to go up to a random woman and flirt, especially since he questioning if he even liked girls but he attempted anyway. Why? Because he's stupid.

HEY.

Roman walked up behind the unidentified woman and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey girl~" He mentally slapped himself for his wording. How original. He heard a deep sigh as the women arched her shoulders.Before he could speak again, the 'woman' turned around on 'her' bar stool, revealing another dude.

"Hate to break it to you, pal but I ain't a girl." The boy had eye shadow decorating his eyes but other than that, there was no way you could mistake him as a girl from the front. His body was also a very masculine shape which didn't help Roman's guilt.
If Roman felt stupid before, he felt like the world's biggest idiot then.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to assum-" The man raised his hand up, his palm facing Roman, signaling him to stop talking. He put it back down by his side when Roman cut himself off accordingly. "You're not the first and you're not going to be the last." He sighed, turning back around on his stool. "I'm used to it..."

His voice was low with a hint of sadness and it made Roman's heart break in two. How many... times had this happened? Roman decided to make it up to his presumably fellow college student. "Let me buy you a drink!" He looked up at that. "Wait, what?" He had a little hope in his eyes and Roman couldn't help but smile.

"I feel bad. Just let me buy you something." He sighed, most likely deep down knowing that Roman give up. "Ok..." The man's gaze drifted from Roman's to the menu, picking a random drink. Roman also brought himself a drink, not remembering or not caring about what Logan had said about drinking earlier.

"So why are you here? This doesn't really seem like your thing." Roman attempted to make conversation after that had just been awkwardly sitting in silence. The man rolled his eyes in return, a knowing look on his face.
"Cause I'm emo? Nice job on not assuming things, dude. But yeah. I'm not big on parties."

He tapped his glass in an attempt to fill the silence. Roman laughed, finally turning his head to look at the other man."Me neither." The man raised an eyebrow. "Really? Seems right up your alley." The boy gestured towards Roman's outfit. Roman smirked, raising his finger accusingly in the other's direction.

"Now who's assuming things?" He rolled his eyes, seemly being a natural response to most things. "Oh hush." Roman laughed again before speaking again. "Anyway, no. I don't really like parties either. I may seem like a manly, popular jock but I'm just a dorky theater kid."

The man smiled warmly at Roman which caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach. No. Roman was straight. He was sure of it! "An actor huh? So is the sweet dude who bought me a drink a character or is it macho meathead who tried to flirt with me after he mistakes me for a girl?"

Roman thought over the question for a minute before talking again. "Eh, I like to say I'm a bit of both." The boy smirked, leaning back his stool. He used his feet to push himself against the bar, his arms crossing under his head. "Really? Because nerdy theater kid is way easier to make fun of."

Roman nodded, holding back another chuckle with his hand. The boy's eyes drifted from Roman to the ceiling. "Why you come anyway?" He could possibly sense Roman's confusion so he spoke again. "To the bar." Crap, he stole Roman's question.

Roman sighed, knowing he'd actually have to put it into words. "My roommate made me come for experiment on alcohol intake or whatever. He's making his boyfriend do it too but he's not here yet so we're just hanging around. What about you?"

The man glanced back at Roman, a frown clearly expressed on his face.
"I was dragged here by a friend cause it was his birthday but then he disappeared somewhere and I have no idea where he went. He won't answer my texts and I'm getting worried."

He sat down properly again and pulled out his phone, most likely to check for any texts. From the look on his face, his attempt was futile as he slipped it back into his pocket."Wow, Mr. Snark is worried? Didn't think you had it in you."

He smiled again at that, Roman's cheeks flushed gently. He silently hoped it wasn't as obvious as Logan's had been a few minutes ago. "It's not just actors who play characters, princey." The man leaned forward, bopping Roman's nose in ironic way. Roman's face contorted to confusion.

"Princey?" The boy shrugged, avoiding eye contact yet again. "Yeah, you're alright so you get a nickname and I don't know your actual name so..." Roman followed his instinct, cutting the boy off and introducing himself. "It's Roman." The boy smirked wider.
"I like Princey better."

"Can I also know your name, fair maiden?" Roman took the man's hand going to kiss but he wasn't that easy. He pulled his hand away before speaking. "No way! You gotta give me a good nickname too. It's friendship initiation."

"We're... friends?" Roman asked questioningly, not really understanding. They were just talking.
"Not yet. Not until you give me a good nickname." The boy crossed his arms, the smirk still present on his face.
"But I already gave you a nickname, Mr. Snark."

The boy laughed before shaking his head."I said a good one." That hurt the old ego a bit. Roman rubbed his arm as if that actually psychically hurt him.
"Ouch, hold on, give me a minute to think. I can do this! This is my quest! I will give you the best nickname and we shall be besties!"

The boy laughed again. "Oh my god!"

Roman's head began aching more violently but he didn't care at this point. He just needed to figure who this person he hypothetically spent his entire night with. Kinda like he was said night.

Roman decided with himself to skip the embarrassing nickname segment, it didn't work with his ego. He started paying more attention when he heard something familiar.

"Come on! J-Delightful is an amazing nickname!" Roman spoke defensively. The man still looked extremely confused. "Is it like a reference or..." It was obvious he didn't get the joke so Roman tried to clarify. "Heathers?" He still looked puzzled, if not more so.

"What?" Roman took a deep breath, ready to let his inner musical theater nerd show. "The main character's boyfriend is Jason Dean or JD and you remind me of him. With the jacket and everything. Though I doubt you plan to blow up high schools." The boy rested his chin on his hands, being propped up his elbows.

"What if I did?" He smirked, almost creepily. Roman laughed off the comment. "I wouldn't know, I'd be the first one to die. My friends tell me I'm the Heather Chandler type." His face contorted into confusion once again, titling his head. "Who?"

Roman bit back the urge to say 'uncultured swine.'

"Nevermind." The boy shrugged, letting his arms simply rest back on the counter. "Anyway, one more try." Roman didn't even think about it, just wanting to get this stupid nickname business done and blurted out the first thing that came to his head. "BAH! Fine, emo nightmare?" The man crossed his arms, them still resting on top of the counter.

"That's also ba- Wait. I actually like that one." Roman was surprised, that was an off the cuff nickname. How could be good? "Yeah?" The boy nodded, voicing it a few seconds after."Yeah..." Roman smiled. "Now tell me your name!" Roman spoke, probably louder than he should of. The man raised an eyebrow, acting dumb."What?"

"You said you'd tell me your name if I gave you a good nickname and you liked that one! Come on! I want my pri-!" Roman was cut off by the boy leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He pulled away, a look of shock present on Roman's face. He looked over at his fellow student in confusion who smirked.

"That wasn't, I was um..." The boy smirked devilishly as Roman stuttered.
"I'm not telling you my name." Roman's face of confusion turned to one of rath. All those freaking nicknames... and Roman still didn't know his name. "You freaking asshole."

"I try."

Unfortunately, Roman couldn't remember the majority of the rest of their conversation. Only parts. Nothing really notable until...

"Wait, you like Panic at the Disco too!" Roman said, genuinely surprised. He excepted MCR or something similar.
The other man nodded his head, an unsure smile

"Kiss me."

"I already did, like ten minutes."

"No, I meant like on the lips."

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah, duh."

Roman briefly remembered being dragged somewhere.

The next memory he uncovered was him pinning the still unnamed boy against a stall bathroom's wall, french kissing.

He kissed a stranger he meet in a bar, a boy no less?! Well, as stated before Roman was questioning his sexuality so maybe this was a good thing? His hangover was too strong to really think about it too much.

Roman explored every inch of the boy's mouth he could possibly reach, not thinking it though in slightest. From an outside perspective, Roman might of seemed experienced but he really wasn't. In fact, he had never done anything like that before.

The boy moaned into the kiss, Roman using that as his motivation to travel further. The boy... It had bothered him before that he still did not know the boy's name but now when they were doing something like that, it seemed weird, wrong even. He pulled away, resisting the urge to take in a long awaited breath.

"Why'd you stop?" The boy whined from the lack of warmth. Roman took a step back, crossing his arms. "I still don't know your name." Roman said, walking backwards until he was leaning on the stall door.

The other man rolled his eyes." It doesn't matter." He purred, walking towards Roman, pinning him against the wall. Roman felt his cheeks heat up even more. "Of course it does! How else I'm going know what to scream tonight?" The boy went completely crimson before sighing.

He looked to the blue walls that were on either side of them, avoiding eye contact like it was the plague. "... Don't laugh." He mumbled under his breath but Roman still heard somehow. "Never, my lady~" Roman flirted, pulling the boy closer by his waist.

"My name's..." The words seem to catch in his throat. Roman frowned."Yes?" Roman egged him on. Almost immediately, the boy finally spoke, well, yelled. "MY NAME'S VIRGIL!" That hurt Roman's eardrums. It was completely silent until Roman finally managed to get something out."Oh."

"Please don't make a virgin jok-" Roman interrupted him."A pretty and unique name for a pretty and unique guy. Fitting." Virgil blushed redder from his response, obviously not excepting it."I- What?" Roman smirked, turning around so he and Virgil switched positions, causing the latter's breathing to hitch.

"Now... where were we~?" Virgil smirked, not responding and simply connected their lips together once more. Roman had no objection, smirking into the kiss. The two fought for dominance for a while, Roman eventually just letting Virgil win.

They probably would have gone further if Logan hadn't walked into the bathroom, searching for Roman. "Roman! Where are you? We can go home now, Patton has family business to take care of." Not really caring how it would look since he was drunk, Roman casually reached past Virgil and unlocked the door.

He walked out, meeting Logan's gaze as he turned around."Ah, Roman. There you ar-" Logan cut himself off, looking past Roman. Roman also looked over his shoulder, seeing Virgil escaping from the stall, an expression of confusion painted very clearly on his face.

"Who is he?" Roman looked back at Logan as he spoke, smirking to himself as he got an idea."My way of getting bi!" Logan faceplamed so hard, his glasses nearly fell off his face. Virgil, on the other hand, was dying of laughter on the floor."OMG!"

Logan sighed, questioning his choices in life."Whatever, let's go. It's late and you have classes tomorrow." He grabbed Roman's wrist in an attempt to pull him out of the bathroom. But Roman had other plans. He reached at Virgil dramatically."But I, as Romeo, must stay with my Juliet!" That didn't help Virgil's laughing fit.

"Too bad. Now let's go!" Logan lost his grip, letting Roman go. Now temporarily being free, Roman took something from his pocket and gave it to the now hyperventilating Virgil. "Farewell, my one true love until we meet once more, take this!"

Roman couldn't for the life of him remember what he gave the boy or even what happened after Logan and him left the bathroom. He sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get anything else out of his memory and fully stood, exiting the room.

He went to the kitchen to retrieve some headache medication. When he came back after taking it, a notification sounded from his phone. Roman picked it up instinctively, excepting a text from Logan but it was instead a unknown number. Usually he wouldn't reply to these messages but it's contents caught his attention.

Unknown number.

Hey Princey, it's Virgil. I'm so hung over right now. That's for making 
last night decent.                                

Roman gave the guy his phone number? Wow.

...

Add to contacts list?

Yes.

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3168 words.

Help, this so long. This is basically drunk kiss but better. The bit to the kiss was little rushed because the word count was getting too big, same for the kiss itself but other than that this is probably my best writing by far. Especially the dialogue like holy crap it was really great this time.

Not bragging, just proud I finally wrote good dialogue for once.

Ok bye.