Plenty of Wonders

Jealousy and Alcohol

Pairing(s): Prinxiety

Warnings: Alcohol mention, and an uncomfortable 'romantic' encounter
(This is one of the only stories I will write on anything linked to an uncomfortable 'romantic' encounter)

Prompt: "Next time you're hungover, I'm not going to hold your head out of the toilet. I'm gonna let you drown."
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"Hey, Hot-"

"Finish that sentence and I break your arm."

Roman had been giving Virgil a difficult time with constant flirting as of late, and the socially awkward man had no idea how to deal with it. Luckily, the flirting wasn't too physical, and mostly verbal. However, the regal man did invade his personal space at times.

Sighing dramatically, Roman threw himself on the sofa, causing his limbs to splay out haphazardly across the arm of the sofa, the edge of the sofa, and Virgil's legs. "Why won't you just let me love you?"

With an exhausted eye roll, Virgil tried to will away the burning of his cheeks. He didn't even look down at the melodramatic man as he replied. "You'd break my heart within minutes, Sir-Sing-a-lot."

"What do you mean?"

Virgil picked up the remote control in order to change the programme. "Don't tell me that you wouldn't immediately flirt with the first attractive man, woman, or whatever that you saw."

"Ouch," Roman hissed as he feigned a stab wound to his heart, "that hurts."

"It's true."

As he once again, rolled his eyes, Virgil kept his gaze fixed on the television screen. The lack of an answer caused his chest to tighten, and his hands to fidget nervously. He felt Roman shift beside him as an obnoxiously loud Disney ringtone sounded from the coffee table.

Virgil couldn't help but stare at Roman. He was seriously attractive, it was almost unfair. His hair was always perfectly styled and he never had to deal with not knowing how to wear it; he had this signature style that could make almost anyone swoon. The clothes he wore always suited him, and he almost looked like some sort of prince in no matter what he wore.

What succeeded in melting Virgil into a puddle of despair, without fail, was Roman's eyes. They always held such a mischievous gleam, which laced with the chocolate and toffee, creating a dangerously sweet concoction. Virgil was drawn to him, he did have a sweet tooth, after all.

In short, Roman managed to piss Virgil off just by existing.

And yet, he couldn't get the 'perfect' man off his mind.

"Virgil? Logan has invited us to a party!"

Raising an eyebrow, the darkly dressed man leaned forward in his seat. "Logan? Why would he have a party?"

Roman shrugged and flicked through messages on his phone as he responded casually. "He's trying to impress this guy. Parton?"

"Dolly Parton?" Virgil joked with a smirk.

His heart stopped for a moment as Roman rolled his eyes and gave him that irritatingly attractive grin. "You are not funny. And I think his name was Pat..." Roman clicked his fingers as he remembered, "Patton!"

'Interesting name.' Virgil couldn't help but think. "Wow, the robot finally learns to love."

"Oh, come on. Be nice, you know for a fact that Logan is far from a robot."