Part 2 to 'I'm Coming After You'
Police! Virgil and Criminal! Roman

Virgil sat in a bar, smoking a cigarette. He normally wouldn't be smoking, but, after the failed attempt to get the mafia underway of being arrested, he felt extremely stressed and needed a drink and a smoke. Virgil groaned as he read the articles off of his phone, showing how many times Virgil and his team have failed in catching the infamous mafia. He hated that he was bested by the same man that got him the last time he was working on the 'Hearth Mafia' case. Supposedly, the man behind the whole organization has a whole underground railroad (as in communication) within the entire city, with many people under his whim, threatening to kill anyone who got in his way. 

Virgil slammed his head against the bar table, groaning loudly. "What's wrong, babes? Job got your tongue?" Remy, the bartender, asked, obviously concerned for his officer friend. He, too, is in the police force, but he only works during the day, working at the 'Coffee and Liquor' strip club and bar that he owned himself, opening it with his best friend and colleague, Thomas. Remy tended to drift to coffee-flavored alcoholic drinks, mixing dark brews with bourbon or some other odd pairings. They, surprisingly, tasted good. Thomas specialized in the traditional liquor pours, such as Martinis, Sex on the Beach, 'Rum and Coke', and others.

Virgil glared up at Remy, tapping the table twice, signaling for a refill on his red wine that he is continuously sipping on. Remy quirked a brow, saying, "You sure you want another one, babes? You have work tomorrow and you've already drunk two full glasses." Virgil just simply nodded his head, lifting his glass and placing a 20 on the counter. Remy sighed and shrugged. Business was business, and if stopping Virgil at the alcohol limit is what he needs to do, then he'll do it. Remy looked up when he heard the bell of the door go off, seeing two well-dressed gentlemen. One is wearing a green vest with a black button-up, with a weird mustache and silver bangs, laughing heartily at the other, who is wearing a red button-up with golden buttons, both wearing black slacks. Remy finished filling Virgil's glass and tapped his arm, getting his attention. "They look like their your type, Virge. How about you grab one of them and get laid tonight?" Virgil rolled his eyes, taking a drag from his cigarette. 

"Yeah right, you know I don't do one night stands. Thanks for thinking of me though," Virgil said, putting out his smoke and taking a swig of his wine, staring at his phone, frowning heavily, getting another cigarette out already. Remy followed the two men making their way over to the bar, the red one eyeing Virgil, smirking slightly. Remy had a feeling that one would try and make a move on Virgil, only to be heavily disappointed. The two made it to the bar, sitting a few chairs away from Virgil. Remy walked over to the two, smiling politely. "Hello babes, welcome to the Coffee and Liquor bar, what can I start you two with? A nice bourbon? Wine? Or a house special?" Remy asked, wondering if they were even here to drink when the weird mustache guy smirked at him. "I'll have whatever that lovely gentleman over there is having. He seems to know his wines very well," the red man said, flashing a smile towards Virgil when he looked over. 

"Alright, and what about you, sir?" "Oh, call me Remus! I'll have a house special!" Remus said, a weird accent coming out as he spoke, but, he couldn't say the same about the other. They looked like brothers, so, it would make sense if they had similar accents. Remus went over to the wine selection, grabbing another bottle of Virgil's favorite red wine, a 2015 Reserve Pinot Noir. He poured two glasses, noticing that Virgil was almost done with his other glass, and started mixing the house martini that Thomas insisted on having today. Remy set down Virgil's next drink in front of him, walking over to the twins. "Come and stay with us for a bit! We want to know more about this town! We just moved here recently!" Remus said, excited for the lime green drink that was placed in front of him. "This is my twin brother Roman, he's a bit of a dork." Roman scoffed at this, rolling his reddish-brown eyes.

"Uh-huh. Anyway, what's your name? Are you an owner of this place?" Roman asked, taking a sip of his wine, smiling softly at the distinct taste of a Pinot Noir, one of his favorites. Roman recognized this place as one of Virgil's go-to places for when he feels down or needs to wind down with some alcohol. He couldn't help but scrunch up his nose when he saw Virgil smoking a cigarette, hanging loosely from his lips teasingly, just asking Roman to rip it out of his mouth and tell him not to smoke anymore.

Virgil felt someone looking at him, looking up from his phone and scanning the area around him, finding a quite handsome fellow staring at him with googly eyes. Virgil blushed a shade of pink, not being noticable under the red lights in the bar, giving a darker but homier atmosphere (homier tried to change to hornier lol). Roman locked eyecontact with Virgil, and smirked, ready to saunter over and swoon him. Of course, he has to act like he has never met him before in his life, but, that wouldn't be too hard. He had a major in the arts for a reason, thanks to Patton, his boss. Roman got up, wine glass in hand, and walked over to Virgil, who was now looking at his phone screen after ducking his head when he got caught staring at Roman for a bit.

Roman was debating whether or not to give Virgil his real name, aching a little to hear it come off of his tongue, settling on avoiding saying his name for as long as possible. It would just be a coincidence that he had the name 'Roman' that shared with the file case at the police force. How does he know this? He kept overhearing Virgil talk about this at the bar with Remy, being in a different costume everytime. But, today, Remus convinced Roman to have a relaxation day at the bar of his choosing, and maybe find someone cute to have a one night stand with.

Roman hummed, and sat down next to him, saying, "Hello there, Beautiful. Couldn't help but catch you looking at me from across the bar. See something you like?" Roman cast a smirk towards him, sliding his glass and asking for another glass of the Pinot Noir. Virgil sat rigid, blush deepening as he heard the man's voice. Now that was a nice voice, one he could easily get drunk on without the help of alcohol. Virgil stammered, causing Roman to laugh and say, "God, you are just to cute. What are you doing in a place like this, other people could easily come over and get into your pants. Or, is that what you want?" Roman winked, causing Virgil to blush even more, looking like a ripe tomato now.

Virgil stammered, trying to find a response. He wasn't going to get saved anytime soon, Remy was currently occupied with the grey and brown haired man, flirting his way into a one night stand; Remy does that a lot. Virgil took a deep breath, and eventually said, "No, that's not why I'm here. Even if it was, I wouldn't be particularly interested in anyone here, considering most of them are coworkers." That last part was true. Since Remy is apart of the police force, he gave first access to the entire department, pleasing many and getting bonus points from the boss.

Roman nodded, knowing this already, but acted oblivious, taking a sip of his wine, smiling lightly at the taste. It really was his favorite, it reminded him of Patton getting married to Logan, having this wine in particular available to their guests at the wedding. Patton was opposed to having alcohol at the wedding, but, eventually got persuaded by Logan. How Logan did, no one knew.

Roman smirked and said, "My name is Roman Royal. What's yours, sugar?" Roman had finally decided to let Virgil see the real persona behind all of the costumes. Virgil sat, shocked that this guy shared the name of the criminal he's ran into so many times. But, he doesn't know this guy, he doesn't resemble any of the previous costumes that the 'Roman' guy had done, but that's the point.

Virgil cleared his throat, eyeing him suspiciously. "Um, Virgil James, Lieutenant in the Detective Department of the Florida Police Department. What do you do for your occupation, Roman?" Virgil asked, thinking that if he is in the cosmetics department, he would have to search his person. Roman hummed, replying, "I'm have a Theaters major from Portland College of the Arts. I was casted in the musical Heather's as JD at that school." (Shout out to Thomas being a badass while playing that character btw) Virgil nodded, his shoulders relaxing just a little bit. He won't trust this guy just yet, he learned his lesson last time.

Virgil hummed, nodding his head and taking the last swig of his wine, pouting a little bit when it was done. Roman noticed this and snickered a little, passing over his half full glass of wine, smiling at Virgil. Roman was obviously drinking it like a sailor since he had a full glass, so, Virgil took up on drinking the rest of the glass. Virgil didn't know when he wanted to go home, but, maybe he could go home with this Roman guy. He's totally hitting on Virgil, so, why not take up on the flirting and get a good fuck out of it, yeah?

Virgil sighed softly, rolling his eyes at himself. Deciet is finally getting to him, but, he always tended to get to Virgil. Remy wandered over, smirking, holding a piece of paper in his hand, putting it in his apron that is tied around his waist. "Hey, you're Roman, right? Remus said that you were out here trying to find a date, and I just so happen to know someone. Virgil James here has been single for over a year, having no sexual experience previously, and is actively looking for a relationship, whether he confirms it or not. What do you say, Roman, Deal or No Deal?" Remy voiced the guy of a game show, smirking while Virgil's face was flushed red, stammering while Roman pretended to be thinking, tapping his chin.

Roman finally smiled, and looked at Virgil, who was sending glares to Remy, and said, "Deal." Remy looked at Roman with an 'are you serious?' look, and Virgil sat there speechless, opening and closing his mouth. Did he just get a date with no effort from his part whatsoever?

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