Roman awoke to a delicious smell of something. It wasn't nectar or ambrosia or anything from Olympus, but it was similar. Roman looked around at the tiny backroom and carefully untangled himself from his friends. The mortals were still fast asleep in the other bed, so he didn't disturb them.

Placing his feet on a heavily polished, wooden floor, Roman made his way silently to the main room of the camper-van, stepping over the seats folded forwards.

Virgil was fiddling with something, eyes blank. He was whistling softly, an odd tune Roman didn't believe he'd heard before, as he worked away on what the mortals referred to as a stove. The other god spun past Roman, probably not seeing him as he turned a dial on a small box. Odd music poured into the vehicle at a low volume but Virgil shook his head. He clicked his fingers and it changed instantly. 

"Wake up in the morning, feeling like P Diddy," Sang the curious box in a weird voice, "Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city!"

Virgil, eyes still blank returned to the stove, grabbing something from the fridge as he opened the stove carefully. The other god began to sing along to the box, which confused Roman even more. How does he even know this?!

"Cause when I leave for the night I ain't comin' back!" Virgil mumbled, making a small, subtle spin as he returned to the counter with the singing box. "I'm talking pedicure on our toes, trying on all our clothes, boys blowin' up our phones."

Roman watched in awe, moving to sit on one of the seats, watching Virgil dance from counter to counter as he sang softly to the odd melody. He flipped something that had sat on the hob and loose batter flipped fluidly about.

A small pause between the song and Virgil took in a sharp breath before continuing,  "Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up! To-night, Imma fight, till we see the sudden light, singin' oh-woah-a-woah, oh-woah-a-woah!"

Carefully, Roman began to move forwards off the seat, peering at whatever was in the pan. A brown, dry, puffy batter was cooking slowly when Virgil carefully pushed him out the way. He slid whatever it was onto a pile of similar things and then poured a liquid into the pan. Ducking down in perfect timing to the music, he checked whatever was in the stove.

"Ain't got a care in the world but got plenty of beer, ain't got no money in my pocket but I'm already here!" Virgil's' voice grew louder, as he shut the stove door, spinning himself in quick succession as he reached the small table, pulling out the bench from the wall. "...But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger!" He purred, reaching for another cabinet.

He danced around with smooth crockery. "I'm talking about everybody getting crunk. Boys tryna touch my junk-" Roman couldn't lie, that line confused him completely but made him blush at the same time, "-Gonna smack him if he's getting too drunk!" Virgil laughed to himself, eyes still white and soulless as he placed the flat circles down on the table. He twirled across to Roman, pulling open a drawer from which he pulled out utensils.

"-Police shut us down, po-po shut us down," Sang Virgil, hopping around lightly as he lay down the cutlery, as Logan said it was called.

Roman couldn't deny his utter confusion as the dark god danced with such, surprising grace in the tiny room he was in. He guessed a ghost joined him because Virgil was hoisted into the air as he repeated a portion of the melody.

"What's going on?" Patton whispered, making Roman jolt.

The attractive god shrugged. "I have no idea... I'm not sure what he's doing..."

"It looks like he's dancing and singing." Logan hissed from behind the two. "The melody, I shall admit, is unfamiliar but Virgil seems to know it."

"The emo likes to dance?" Scoffed Roman quietly.

Patton smiled to himself, eyes trained on his cousin. "I remember Virgil and I used to dance all the time before I met you guys. We were at every ball in Olympus and he was everyone's' favourite dance partner because he knew every song!"

"Seriously?" Laughed Roman. "I'd like to test that theory when we get back. Bet I could dance with more people."

Virgil, completely unaware of the others spun over to the pan on the hob, flipping the liquid which had grown rather solid. He slipped it onto the plate of the other golden circles before ducking to check the stove. He began to mumble the lyrics quietly as he inspected whatever was cooking while the radio still sang the song quietly. Standing up, Virgil spoke the next line reaching for some cloth that hung on a rail behind him, "Y'know, the party don't start till I walk in..."

He pulled the tray from the oven and Roman could see thick rolls of something brown. Two were a different colour, looking slightly more pale than the rest with small green flecks. Virgil gave one short twirl to reach the small table, throwing the cloth over his shoulder the moment he laid down the tray. The cloth was caught by something that shimmered briefly before it carried itself over onto the rails.

The mortals moved over, disturbed by the singing, smell, conversation or something. Talyn frowned. "You have Kesha in Olympus?"

"We actually have never heard this song. Virgil was singing and dancing to it when Patton and I woke up. Roman was already awake." Informed Logan.

"How does Virgil know this?" Thomas asked incredulously.

"That's exactly what I thought!" Answered Roman haughtily. Try as he might, he couldn't look away from Virgil, who was serving the golden circles and small logs with a musical flourish.

Joan gasped. "Oh my god, he got me vegetarian sausages!"

Patton tilted his head. "Vegetarian what?"

The box stopped playing, finishing the song with a female giggle, and Virgil stopped dancing. He shut his eyes, facing the others, and, when he opened them, they were no longer blank, the large black eyes back in place. Virgil registered the others with a quick scream, flinching back as he vanished.

"How long were you all there?!" Yelped the god from somewhere up ahead, still invisible.

Thomas looked around, obviously wondering where he could've gone. "Uh, me, Joan and Talyn just woke up..."

"I got up a minute ago with Logan!" Said Patton brightly, eyes focused on one spot, which he walked towards and wrapped in a tight hug. "Sorry, we scared you!"

Virgil's' voice sounded panicky as he said, "How long was Roman here?"

Roman blushed, looking quickly at the floor. "Just before you started singing..." He mumbled shyly.

"D-Did you make us pancakes and sausages?" Thomas asked, twisting his head around Patton to see the food on the small table.

Virgil materialised slowly in front of them, held tightly in Patton's' hug. "Yeah, I did..."

Talyn grinned. "Jesus Christ, that smells amazing! Wait, we didn't have any food in here! O-Or plates, cutlery, pans or anything! How did you-?"

"Well," Virgil mumbled, face turning red at the attention, "It's sometimes a good thing when you're able to interact with the dead. They collected everything and then I had some chefs teach me about how to make all the stuff..."

"That's... actually pretty cool, Virgil!" Thomas complemented. "When did this happen?"

"While you were all sleeping- Oh, wh-whatever, j-just eat it!" Virgil complained pushing Patton off him and onto a seat.

.:*:.

The seven of them sat around the tiny table, crowded but comfortable.

Thomas turned to Joan. "I'll drive until we stop for  the first break, then you, then Talyn?"

Joan nodded and looked at Talyn.

"I'm good with that." They said with a shrug.

Patton moved the plates away from the table, placing them all in the sink with a guide provided by the Book. Joan took the passenger seat and Thomas took the wheel. Talyn left to pay for the overnight parking and arrived back quickly, sitting on the bench. Logan and Patton sat in the two chairs with them and Roman took one of the seats at the back. 

Virgil moved to sit next to the princely god, but quickly decided against it. He sat as far away as he could, the two chairs in the middle seperating them from each other.

"Virgil, could you get the raidio to play something?" Thomas asked.

Virgil opened his mouth hesitantly. "I-I don't know how to really work it..."

Roman frowned. "Then how did you get that song of yours to play?"

"I knew what I wanted it to play so I manipulated it to play for me. I don't know whatever song you want, Thomas..." Virgil explained.

Thomas shrugged then gasped quickly. "Can you play the Be More Chill soundtrack?"

"I guess I could... Wait, uhm." Virgil turned to face the radio and clicked his fingers.

"C-C-C-Come on, c-c-c-come on!"

Thomas beamed at Virgil through a mirror stationed at the top of the car. "Thanks, Virge! You're gonna be great on this trip."

"What's a 'porno'?" Asked Patton.

"Joan, please never tell him!" Talyn begged quickly, much to Joan's' amusement.

.:*:.

SONG FEATURED: Tik Tok by Kesha