⚠ Drinking, getting drunk, underage drinking, throwing up ⚠

This is a longer chapter, sorry-

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On the night of December 31st, the servants and even the twins were planning on celebrating. Roman because he goes along with anything really when it comes to this sort of thing, and Remus because he likes to drink.

So, Remy was giving everyone who wanted one shots of whiskey, rum, or vodka. Virgil was sitting at the table on his phone; he's 19 and technically not allowed to drink.
Roman looks over at him, grabbing a shot from the counter and setting it in front of Virgil with a small, happy smirk.

Virgil looked at it, then up at Roman. "I- Roman I'm only 19-" he says. Roman chuckles softly. "And? Your parents are dead, the police will never find this place; who's going to stop you?"
Virgil looks back at the shot glass, debating for a moment. Roman's right; and hell, he's going to stop aging eventually, right? Might as well.

So, he picked it up and drank it quickly, grimacing and coughing a bit. "Yes! Live a little, emo!" Remus cheered on. Roman just chuckles. "Let me make you a softer drink." he says, grabbing Dr. Pepper from the fridge along with Irish Cream.
He grabbed a cup and poured the soda in before pouring a bit of Irish Cream in it as well, mixing the two. He gave the cup to Virgil, who looked at it curiously.

"It looks like chocolate milk-" he commented, picking the cup up. Roman smirks. "It's very much alcoholic. Try it, you might like it." he says. Virgil tilted his head but took a drink, eyes widening a little bit.
"It's sweet-" he says, drinking more of it. Roman smiles. "You like it?" he asks. Virgil nods, continuing to drink it. Roman doesn't reprimanded him for his pace, kind of wanting to see his boyfriend drunk.

"Hey, Remy, you know how to make an Irish Car Bomb?" Roman hums with a smirk. "I've literally been your guys' bartender for decades. I can make everything." Remy says, making one.

"That- is that a drink or-?" Virgil asks, finishing the one Roman gave him. Roman chuckles. "It's the name of a shot. You seemed to like the Irish Cream a lot, so I thought you might wanna try it." he says, Remy handing him the shot afterwards.

Roman gave it to Virgil with a smile. Virgil took it, looking at it. "What's in it?" he asks. Roman just smirks. "Alcohol." he answered, intentionally vague.
Virgil took the shot, trying not to grimace so much again. "You're gonna get the poor boy drunk-" Remy whispers so only Roman heard him. Roman smirks, putting a finger to his mouth for a second. "Shh."

Roman got up and made Virgil another drink, putting it in front of him. "Drink this one a bit slower, baby." he whispers, winking at him before sitting down.
Virgil took a drink but listened to Roman, pacing himself a bit this time.

Roman took a shot himself, smiling at Virgil, who was starting to space out and stare at the wall. He was halfway through his drink at the moment, and was now at the very least, tipsy.
He giggled to himself, looking at Roman. "I love you." he says. His cheeks were a little flushed, so Roman knew he was starting to feel the alcohol.

Regardless, he smiles back. "I love you too." he replies, motioning for Virgil to take another drink. Virgil did so, spilling a little over himself.
"Shit. The fuck? Okay hang on-" he says, standing up. Remy and Remus both were holding back snickers.

Virgil stared at the table for a moment. His head was spinning; he was a bit drunk. He walked over and wiped himself off with a paper towel, taking his hoodie off.
"Fuck it, I don't wanna get it more dirty." he says, plopping back down in his chair. "You good there?" Roman asks knowingly. Virgil giggles. "I'm doin fiiiiiiine-"

Logan sighs quietly. He had one or two drinks, but he had to stay sober of no one else would. He is mainly the supervisor of the castle, afterall.

Remy smirks and gave him a Melon Ball. "Here, try it." he says. "Remy!" Patton chides softly. He was a bit buzzed himself, but he still had at least half a mind.
"No, no, go ahead, Virgil. Come on Pat, all fun and games." Roman says with a cheeky smile. Virgil blinks and drank it.

Patton sighs. "You're dealing with the hangover then." he mumbles quietly, going up to Logan.

About 20 minutes later, Virgil was just gone. He was drunk. He had gotten up to use the bathroom, almost falling face-first on his way back. Roman caught him before he could fall, though.
Roman doesn't get drunk very easily; plus, he'd only had a few shots. Which, for a vampire, wasn't that many.

Virgil giggles and looks up at Roman, cheeks red from the alcohol. "You' so beauiful-" he slurs. Roman chuckles and held him. "I'm beautiful for catching you?"
"Well yeahhhhhh bu'aso in generalllll!" Virgil says, smiling in a very obvious drunken way. Roman smiles and hums shortly, giving Virgil a brief kiss. "You're absolutely adorable, my love."

Virgil giggles, bleping a little. "Heeeyyyy I ha'a queshin-" Roman chuckles softly, stroking Virgil's cheek gently. "You're always allowed to speak your mind, Virgil."
"Whe'we get married.. Wou'I be a prince?" Virgil asks. He wouldn't if he were sober, but he's not.

A lot of the servants smiled/smirked and averted their gaze as if to pretend they weren't listening.
Roman blushed, quite a bit. "I- u-uhhhhh-" he cleared his throat. He didn't expect Virgil to bring up marriage quite yet.

"Y-yes, love, if and when we do marry, you would be a prince." Roman says, smiling despite his blush.
"Wou'I haf'to dress li'one?" Virgil slurs. Roman chuckles a little. "Not if you don't want to; only for important and/or royal events." Roman tells him, holding his hands.

Virgil smiles but then threw up a little on himself, some getting on his hand that he had instinctively moved to cover his mouth. "Oh." he says, looking at it. He'd be a lot more embarrassed if he wasn't so damn drunk.
Roman smiles sympathetically and took him back to the bathroom, letting him throw up into the toilet. Roman rubbed his back gently.

"It's alright, love." He murmurs softly. Virgil pulled the handle down to flush the toilet, panting a little from the fit.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Roman says with a small chuckle, helping Virgil stand up and grabbing a paper towel. He wipes off Virgil's mouth, chin, and neck as best he could.
"Would you like to take a bath, love?" he asks. "Mmm." Virgil responded. Roman laughs quietly.

"Alright, let's get you clean." he says, taking off Virgil's shirt carefully. "Are you okay to take the rest off yourself, or do you need my help?" Roman asks softly.
"Ummm." Virgil mumbles, going to pull down his pants and almost falling when he tried to step out of them. Roman, again, caught him.

"Alright, alright, be careful my love." he says, putting Virgil's pants with his shirt before starting the water with his free hand. "Sit down on the edge so you don't fall, and- well, take your underwear off, love." Roman says, blushing a little but keeping his eyes up.

Virgil did as Roman asked, setting them by his other clothes the best he could.

"Okay, in you go." Roman says quietly, picking him up and setting him in the bath gently. Virgil giggles a little, waving his hands through the water slightly.

Roman smiles and turned the faucet off, taking off his top so it didn't get soaked. He wore a black short sleeve shirt under it.
"Alright, now time to clean my adorable, drunk boyfriend." he says, chuckling softly as he grabs a washcloth.

"I'nt drnk.." Virgil slurred. Roman smiles softly as he rinsed Virgil's neck and chest off. "Baby, you threw up, you're slurring, you can't walk right, and your cheeks are flushed. You are drunk."

Roman grabbed the body wash, chuckling softly at Virgil's slurred mumbles of protest to what he said. He started to clean Virgil off, mostly the places he threw up on himself at.

There was a knock at the door. "Prince Roman? I brought Virgil some clean pajamas, and can take the dirty clothes if you'd like." Logan's voice sounded.

Roman kissed Virgil's forehead, standing up and picking up Virgil's clothes, opening the door but not enough to let Logan see Virgil.
"Thank you, Logan." he said as they traded the clothes. Logan nods, walking away. Roman went back in and shut the door.

After rinsing Virgil off again, he pulled the plug and helped him up, giving him a towel. Roman helped him into his pajamas before picking him up and grabbing his own top, heading to his room.

He lays Virgil down and covered him up, sitting next to him. "Sleep, my love." he says, kissing Virgil's cheek. Virgil fell asleep with a small noise, smiling a little.