Warning: alcohol

Roman: ily soo much ♥️♥️♥️😘😍 cant wait 2 see u

Logan sighed, he has told his boyfriend plenty of times that his grammar when texting was atrocious, but he still smiled lightly at the message. Logan was at a college out of state while Roman was taking theatre courses at the college in their hometown, Logan's roommate was an...interesting character. Logan was pretty sure he was pansexual, but one thing's for sure, he is a Starbucks addict. Logans' roommate's name was Remy (Yes!!) and he wore a lot of black, preferably jeans and crop tops, and was very eccentric and egotistical. He reminded Logan somewhat of Roman.

Right now Logan was at a college party that was happening at the dorm next to his, courtesy of Remy dragging him over saying Logan needed to, quote on quote, "loosen up". The party was loud, there were many blinding lights. Logan needed to get out, or at least an escape or something to numb the oncoming headache from the blasting music.

'Maybe a few drinks wouldn't hurt.' Logan debated as he made his way over to the table where a bunch of classic red solo cups were.

"Hey Logan! Now you're loosening up!" Remy drunkenly stumbled over to Logan who was slowly sipping on the toxic substance in the cup.

(Timeskip)
Apparently, for Remy, "loosening up" is getting completely blackout drunk. Logan looked around at everything with a large grin, everything was a huge blur to him and he found that absolutely hilarious. Logan couldn't focus on one thing, all his senses were meddled, and he could barely think straight (even though everything about him is anything but straight). And then Roman texted, while Logan was blackout drunk.

Roman: how was ur nght

Logan: *sirens*

Roman: wut

Logan: *through a microphone* THE GRAMMAR POLICE HAVE ARRIVED!

Roman: who is the grmmr popo

Logan: *john cena theme tune* *dramatic face pan* I'm Mark, and this is Gary...

Roman: dude, lol r u drunk

Logan: We work for the *dramatic music* grammar police

Logan: If you could please use correct grammar. Okay, thanks, bye.

After Logan finished his conversation he stumbled out of the party and into his dorm where a surprisingly sober Remy was, then walked into his room and came out with a bunch of lined paper.

(Let's switch to Roman bc I need more words)

Roman had tears streaming from his eyes as he rolled off the couch and onto the floor, he isn't bothering to get back up because he is weak from laughing and can't even get himself on his hands and knees.

"Roman, are you alright?" Patton asked. Yes, Patton is Roman's roommate, and Virgil and Thomas are right next door. They all went to the same college because it's an art college, arts like drawing and acting. Back to Patton's question, yes, Roman couldn't have been better.

"Read m-my-rea-read it!" Roman managed to yell and make words out of all the incoherent laughing and wheezing. Patton's first instinct, of course, was to worry about Logan. Was he alright? Is his strange drunken state making him do irrational things? But after much convincing from Roman, Patton found the situation absolutely hilarious and broke down in a fit of giggles.

(Timeskip to the next morning and back to Logan)

Logan awoke with a pounding headache and his vision was blurred, he groaned in pain as he sat up. He sat there, hunched over with his head in his hands, for a few minutes before he decided to get up and ready for his early class. He walked out to see Remy sitting on the couch with a Starbucks drink in hand and he had his feet propped up on a clear space on the table, and a pain tablet and some water on another clear space. What even are all those papers on the table? Logan took the pain tablet and downed it with water before he made his breakfast, ate it, and got his things ready for class.

"Dude, where're you going?" Remy asked as he lazily turned his head to look at Logan. Logan's headache has gone down significantly by now, he turned back to Remy.

"My early class." Logan simply said, when Logan has hangovers (not that he's ever had one in his life, it's his first time) his brain is usually fuzzy after the pain goes down and he can only talk in short sentences if he doesn't want to sound like he's still drunk.

"It's Saturday, you've got all weekend before your classes start up." Remy then pats the cushion next to the one he is sitting on, signifying that Remy wants Logan to sit next to him. Logan, very confused, sat next to Remy and looked at the papers, not studying them, blankly.

"My apologies, I-this has never happened before. My internal clock is usually always correct." Logan says, he continues to stare at the pages and his brain is unable to comprehend anything.

"What do you remember from last night?" Remy questions Logan, turning to him and resting his chin on his hand.

"I seem to have comprehended everything before I started drinking, but everything after that I cannot recall." Logan said in his monotonous voice, wracking his huge brain to try and remember anything that he did last night.

"So you don't remember doing this? Oh, honey! That will be the last time I let you have more than three cups!" Remy told Logan in a strict voice, as if Remy was Logan's mother. Logan looked down at the paper on the table that Remy had pointed to and examined every single piece of paper.

"Did I really do this while being incredibly intoxicated?" Logan asked, looking at Remy who was leaning back on the couch.

"Yep, I recorded the whole thing. It seems like you're still a nerd even when you're completely wasted." And so, Remy proceeded to show Logan the video of him designing an entire plane while drunkenly mumbling things.

"And I sent it to Roman." Logan's eyes widened and he went into his contacts only to see that the video wasn't there, but his conversation from last night was.

"What in Newton's laws did I write to him?" Logan asked himself aloud.

"I think that even drunk, my grammar still gets to you." Logan heard a voice behind him chuckle. Logan spun around to see his handsome boyfriend in all his glory, arms outstretched for a hug. Instead of running to him and being affectionate, even though, to everyone else, he is unemotional, Logan hid his growing red face in his hands and groaned.

"Why are you here?" Logan's words were muffled through his hands, but still clear. Logan jumped when he felt arms snaking around his waist.

"I wanted to see how you were doing, mi amor." (My love) Roman softly consoled, resting his forehead on Logan's with Logan's hands still covering his face.

"...I guess I could use some cuddle time." Logan mumbled, taking his still red face out of his hands. Logan and Roman spent the rest of the day in Logan's room, cuddling, kissing, watching Disney movies, and then Roman stayed the night. Logan couldn't have been more happy

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