Logan's pov
My head started to spin as I took a glance at the clock. Thomas had better not have been drinking. My judgement was and still is worst affected by alcohol and Thomas is known as a "lightweight" (I've been studying my vocabulary cards), meaning he does not handle alcohol well. As a result, neither do I. I rose into the conscious realm and found Thomas playing a drinking game with his friends that Joan must have convinced him to participate in. I tapped Thomas's shoulder and told him to put down the full shot glass in his hand and go to bed. He responded by drinking the shot and refilling his glass. I sighed and warned him that his headache tomorrow would be "killer." He nodded as I sunk down, clearly not caring. I sighed and felt the effect of the shot course through me. I tried to coordinate effectively and failed miserably. I stumbled around, my vision blurred despite my glasses, and tried to make it to my room. I must have mistaken Virgil's door for mine. I stumbled through and Virgil caught me. I slumped in his grip, melting into him as I felt another several waves of numbness crash over me. I felt him stumble back and yell out my name.
"L-Logan?!"
"Mnn?"
"What are you doing in my room and why are you acting like this?"
"Thfis is my room! And thomash is drunk off his fugking nut so I am too"
"Logan this is my room. You're in my room. Your room is across the hallway"
"Pfft! So what, I alwaysh thought you were handsome anyway~"
"No, Logan, you're drunk! Go to your room and sleep."
"Let me kish youuu~" I groaned. He blushed.

Virgil's pov
I couldn't give in to my temptations while Logan was drunk, that wasn't right. I still felt myself lean in to kiss him. I forgot that when Thomas got drunk Logan tasted the alcohol as well. He pressed his lips against mine and the foul taste hit me like a truck. Then my other senses kicked in. The feel of his hands on the back of my neck, the sound of his lips as the kisses grew messier, the sight- as I opened my eyes a little- of his face bright red with alcohol and long unspoken feelings, the smell of salty sweat that slicked his hair to his forehead. I relaxed into it, his toxic breaths not phasing me. I heard a yell. Patton had walked into my room. He pulled us apart and dragged us both downstairs. I tried to explain but he just wasn't hearing it. He sat us both down on the sofa and my mind jumped to evanessance and the one tumblr shitposted song. The lyrics echoed my feelings as Patton paced back and forth scolding us for our immaturity even though half of the party wouldn't remember in the morning. I groaned and stood up. Patton glared at me.
"Look pat, I'll sure as hell remember this in the morning, but the pencil pusher won't so I'm gonna take him to bed and you can tell him off in the morning. I'll be back, kay?" He gave me the look of death but nodded courtly and let me put Logan to bed. He had passed out by the time we were up the stairs so I carried him to his bed and put the usual hangover cure next to him. I sighed and pulled the blanket over his shoulder and then pulled off his glasses. He groaned in his sleep and I kissed his forehead, hesitation flooded me. If I passed out here I could be with Logan and I wouldn't have to endure Patton gnawing my ear off with another hour long speech. I sighed and resigned myself to even more sleep loss. I walked downstairs. Patton was sat on the sofa. He was crying. I ran over in panic. He was so upset he didn't hear me sit next to him. I put a hand on his shoulder. He hugged me and I embraced the dad in the most comforting way I could. He hiccuped into my shirt. I asked him what was wrong. He looked up at me and kissed my forehead. I was confused.
"I'm not ready to see you and logi grow up so fast."
"We're not going anywhere pat. We'll always be your kiddos and we'll never stop wanting or needing you around. Me and logi might not even do that much. We might find that we don't love each other like we thought and just go back to being friends, but we'll never leave you or Roman out of the equation, okay?"
"Mkay, thanks kiddo. Just not too much PDA okay, you'll make Roman jealous."
"Course pat."

~Is this day boring or is it just me? SKIP!~

I sigh and turn to face the source of warmth behind me. I see Logan, fast asleep. He's still in his clothes from last night and I'm in an oversized jumper with the words "I'm not cute" written on it and my boxers. I don't want to think to much about last night. It was good and bad. I get up and go to get clothes before Logan grabs my jumper and whines loudly.
"I'm going to get clothes, we can't wear these all day"
"Yes we can... just hug me, I'm cold"
"I'll be back in a minute"
"That's too long, I'll die of hypothermia before you get back."
"We're in the mind palace, you're not going to freeze at all"
"Yes I will"
"Tch, fine" I give up and cuddle up with him. He smiles and buries his face in my jumper. I sigh and play with his hair. The door opens and I hear Roman start to squeal.
"I told you Patton! You owe me!"
"What do you think the $20 on your bedside table was for? They were kissing, I got pictures!"

He can't have been to torn up about it then...