(I can't take that title seriously XD)

(Also the photo is the prompt. Should I continue doing that?)

(Prompt)

Virgil P.O.V

I was not expecting to be cooking today.

Little clarification- Patton wants me to make dinner because he caught me making SOUP.

THE SIMPLEST OF FOODS AND PATTON EXPECTS ME TO KNOW HOW TO COOK.

I would get Logan to help me but nobody's seen him since he locked himself in his study at 9 o'clock this morning.

Maybe I should just order something and claim I made it because there is NO WAY I AM COOKING WITHOUT POISONING SOMEONE.

I should just tell Patton I don't know how to cook. No cuz my honor. But yes because I don't want to kill someone. But no because that's admitting defeat. But yes because it's for the better!

"Heeeeeey Virge" I turn around and see Logan stumbling towards me with a goofy smile. I take a deep breath and try to collect myself.

"Logan. What's up?" He doesn't answer and comes closer to me until he's two feet away from me. Then he stops and rakes a hand through my hair. I resist moving away or closer to his hand while he just watches me with an adoration like look in his eyes.

"Did anyone ever tell you how soft your hair is?" As he talks I smell his breath.

"Logan are you drunk?" He smiles at me and moves closer. Upon instinct I move back, only for my hips to hit the edge of the counter behind me. I think I've been cornered.

"Maybe a little. Why Virgie? Do you want to taste a little wine~? Cause if so I'd gladly let you try~ we won't even have to move"

No. This is wrong. Even though he is suggesting some... very... nice things, I can't do it with him drunk.

"Lo, not like this. You don't- you don't want this." He smirks and runs one of his hands up my shirt, his other still in my hair.

"Of course I do baby~ why else would I have come to you~?" My breath hitches as he rubs circles into my chest. I can't help but melt into the touch, close to loosing whatever control I have.

"Let me have this, and I'll take great care of you. You won't even be in pain for very long after~" I feel my face grow hot and he chuckles. He's actually kind of put-together for a drunk person. Maybe he isn't as drunk as he's letting on.

"I-I have to cook, Lo. Even though I don't know what I'm doing." I mumble the last part though it seems he hears.

"Well why don't I help you, in return for you helping me~" He presses his body against mine and I gasp, feeling something press against my thigh.

I have to decline because he's drunk but I reeeeally don't want to and I reeeally need help with cooking.

"Alright. You help me cook, then after dinner I'll let you have fun. Deal?" Logan contemplates it for a second before smirking.

"Alright baby~ but I'm top." I shiver and nod, somewhat looking forward to the night ahead of me.