The Storm That's Brewing
Summary: Pat & Lo leave restaurant early to take Roman
Warnings: restaurant, someone's a bit ill, dark alley (but not for long dw)
(first, previous, next chapter links at bottom)
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Chapter 7- You Okay, Boss?
Virgil stepped out of the bathroom and scanned the restaurant for his table. It was easy to find the large Hogwarts-themed tables in the corner while the lights were on. It was lucky Roman hadn’t stated singing again, Virgil didn’t think he could find the table in the dark. He’d left his contacts at the apartment.
From what Virgil could see, Patton and Logan in some awkward staring contest in silence. He neared the table and heard Logan say something, to which Patton replied, 'Pasta.' What were they talking about?
Patton spotted Virgil approaching.
“Virgil, kiddo! I’m glad you’re back!”
Virgil looked suspiciously between the two, “Uh, what were you guys talking about?”
Logan didn’t have a chance to reply.
“Food!” Patton said, “Tomorrow night! Pasta sound good?”
Logan shot him an irate look.
What was going on? Virgil was certain it wasn’t about tomorrow night’s dinner.
Luckily or unluckily (Virgil wasn't sure), Roman was back on stage before he could get an answer. Virgil supposed his answer could wait. Patton couldn't lie to him when they were alone later.
Halfway through Roman's set, Roman's manager walked, or rather, stumbled towards the guys' table.
"Hey guys," He whispered, leaning slightly on the table, "I'm feeling a little under the weather, do you mind asking Roman to lock up?" He slid his key across the table.
Logan reached for the key.
"Of course."
Patton frowned, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little ill. Nothing big." He coughed.
Virgil, who was closest to the manager, covertly shuffled away.
"Well, I hope you feel better dude."
"Thanks."
The manager started to walk away. Almost immediately, he walked into a table then apologised profusely.
Patton quietly called him back to the table.
"How are you getting home?"
"Walking. I only live twenty minutes from here."
"You are in no fit state to walk that far." Logan stated, "I can chauffeur you home. Then I may return and pick up Patton, Virgil and Roman so we may go home also."
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a hassle." The manager said.
Patton yawned, "Of course you're not a hassle. We insist."
"Pat maybe you should go with them. You've been yawning all night. After you drop, uh-" Virgil couldn't remember the manager's name. Had they actually ever been introduced? "-after you've dropped him off, go home. Me and Roman can get home alone, it's a short walk."
Patton furrowed his brow.
"Are you sure? I can stay- or we could stick to Logan's plan?"
"Yeah, it's fine Pat." Virgil insisted.
"I agree with Virgil. Plus, we can continue our previous discussion."
Patton's gaze lingered on his brother for several seconds before he agreed.
Virgil reckoned, from the manager's expression, that he wanted to dispute the plan. Perhaps offer to walk again. Virgil would. However he'd grown increasingly paler and sickly during their short conversation. Virgil hoped that his illness wasn't contagious.
Logan traded Virgil the restaurant key for the car keys, which Roman had entrusted him with, and left with Patton and the manager.
Roman, who'd been watching the whole ordeal confusedly from the stage, was trying to catch Virgil's eye and ask what the hell was going on.
Virgil glanced at Roman finally who looked at him, to the door and then put his hand up in a "what just happened?" kind of gesture while still singing.
His reply, too, was a series of gestures that would most certainly not win in a game of charades: using his fingers held up to his eyes as glasses, he mimed out Patton and Logan driving, followed by an outline made by his fingers of the roof of a house, signaling that they had driven back home.
It was a confusing show to say the least, but Roman seemed to understand well enough. He nodded to show his comprehension, then pointed to the door of the back office with a questioning look on his face.
“Boss?” he mouthed during the instrumental of his current song.
Virgil hung the keys by his pointer finger and shook them near his own face so that Roman could see. He flashed him a quick “what are ya gonna do” face, which was met with a pair of thumbs up and Roman's stupid, perfect smile.
Virgil couldn't help but return a small smile before he tore his gaze away and back to the table.
There were only two more songs left in Roman's set, to Virgil's disappointment. While he didn't know half of the sings that Roman had sung, he still enjoyed it a lot. Roman was an amazing singer- a fact that he told Roman as soon as he left the stage (after a long bow and applause, of course, even though there were only a few people left in the restaurant).
Roman smiled awkwardly, "Thanks," He looked around the now empty restaurant, "So, why did the nerd, Patton and Thomas leave?"
'Thomas! That was his name!' Virgil recalled.
Virgil sat down again at another table. Roman followed suit.
Virgil explained, "Your boss- uh- Thomas looked super ill and was gonna go home but Pat insisted on driving him, well, Logan driving him. Anyway they were gonna come back for us but it was nearly the end of your set and Pat looked really tired so I said they should just go home," He couldn't read Roman's expression, "They obviously took your car, is that okay? I can text Pat or Logan and ask them to pick us up-"
"There's no need to do that, Charlie Frown. I'm sure I can escort you home safely," Roman assured Virgil.
"Escort me home?" Virgil snickered, even though he was a tiny bit grateful. He was understandably nervous about walking home at 11pm. They'd have to take the backstreets if they wanted to get home quickly- or get stabbed. Either way.
"Of course, what else is a prince to do?"
Virgil rolled his eyes, "You've really embraced the prince thing, huh?"
"Obviously, it's so on brand for me," He struck a pose. Virgil reluctantly laughed.
"Alright Princey, but we should probably get going."
"Alas, you are correct," Roman hopped off the bench he'd been perching on and offered an arm for Virgil, "Let us depart."
Virgil rolled his eyes, which was becoming a common occurrence around Roman, but took his arm anyway; only because that was the quickest way to make them start walking, of course.
Roman locked up. Virgil made sure that all entrances were locked. Three times. Then they began their journey.
Strangely, the walk would've been quicker than the drive, due to the strange layout of that part of town. Of course it only would've been quicker, had they not gone down one alleyway that changed their journey completely.
Until Roman and Virgil had approached this alleyway, they had spoken in comfortable quiet conversation; speaking of nothing in particular, but speaking nonetheless. However, upon entering the alleyway, the two fell silent. Neither knew why exactly, they just felt a building sense of foreboding.
The alleyway wasn't too narrow. Virgil and Roman could walk comfortably side by side, with the large garbage bins to their side. Virgil always found alleyways that were very narrow to be scary-- there was little space to run. But wider alleyways were equally as frightening (who knew what was lurking near the bins?) Maybe Virgil just didn't like alleyways. It was one of the countless things that made him nervous.
Suddenly, the bins rattled. Virgil and Roman shot around. Virgil's anxiety shot through the roof. A thousand volts coursed through his body. Metaphorically, and then, literally. A bolt of lightning shot from Virgil's body and hit a bin. He heard a yelp.
At the same time, Roman covered Virgil's eyes and grabbed his hand. Virgil felt as if he'd been submerged into an ice bath. The world spun and then... He fell.
He hit the ground but it was soft, unlike the cement they'd been walking on before.
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Taglist: r/nobodyasked(tobeadded)
Chapter 1:
Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality (probs more I haven't planned yet lol) Warnings: None? Tell me if there are some I didn't think of Note: Thi
Chapter 6:
Summary: continuation of restaurant thing Warnings: food/eating mention (first, previous, next chapters to be linked at bottom) -----------
Chapter 8:
Summary: they're... not in the alleyway anymore?? whoop Warnings: kind of not really an argument? ---------- Chapter 8- Let's Go To The Beac