{Possible trigger warnings: cursing (y'all know how I do), apocalypse/zombie mention, mention of attack
If I miss something, I apologize and please let me know}
Virgil blew out a heavy breath and hauled himself out of his computer chair.
His team protested his walking away from his keyboard, but they were driving him insane anyway so he ignored them.
He checked his phone as he shuffled out into the kitchen. Patton had sent a text asking if they needed anything from the store, which had prompted a full grocery list from Roman. Virgil read it over and shrugged, not seeing anything he needed to add.
Roman was in the kitchen, puttering away at something on the stove. Virgil flicked his ear as he walked past and his roommate chucked a baby carrot at him.
"I thought you were recording."
"I am. My team isn't doing me any favors so I took a little break. Do you know how irritating it is to be the only competent person in a zombie apocalypse game? I'm running from one end of the map to the other trying to keep these morons alive and all they do is cuss me out when they inevitably die because they keep splitting up."
Roman snorted. "Why you even record with others beats me. You don't seem like the type."
"Yeah there are like eight collab games on my channel in like five years." Virgil blew his bangs out of his face and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Hey... how old are you?"
He gave Roman a weird look and opened the water before answering. "Twenty-four."
Roman cringed and looked at the counter. "I can't believe I was feuding with a nineteen-year-old."
"Oh come on, you're not even that much older than I am." Virgil rolled his eyes.
"I'm twenty-seven."
"Yeah, see? You're the same age as Patton." Virgil pointed out. "Just forget about it Roman, it's sorted itself out anyway."
Roman sighed and nodded, going back to the stove.
"Oh and speaking of Patton, his birthday is next week. We'll have to discuss that with Logan, because he loves surprise parties."
"I'll keep that in mind...."
Virgil gave himself a few more minutes to cool off before making his way back down the hallway to his room.
"Alright, have you f*ckers figured yourselves out yet?" He asked as he popped his headset on.
"Oh f*ck off and join the new game Ame."
"I can't do both, jacka**." Virgil clicked on the game invite in the corner of his screen.
~~~One Hour Later~~~
Virgil looked over his recording footage and sighed.
"God that's so not worth the time it took."
He got up, grabbing the now empty bottle and garbage that he'd collected on his desk through the session. There were trash and recycling bins in the kitchen.
"I've got dinner done and I'm keeping it warm in the oven." Roman told him from the couch in the living room. "Logan texted me saying he's on his way home, he seemed pretty stoked. Have you heard from Patton? He dropped off groceries while I was cleaning my room and disappeared again."
"Um..." Virgil pulled his phone out again. "Nope. I'm sure he'll show eventually, he's an adult."
"An adult who is easily distracted by the simplest comments." Roman smirked.
"Hey Ro your skin looks great today."
"Aww thanks Virge that's really sweet- hey, that's different."
Virgil snickered and sorted through his trash to throw it away.
He heard the front door open as he leaned down to toss the garbage.
"Hey Lo-mmph!"
Virgil panicked and grabbed for the nearest thing that could be using the weapon, assuming the worst. He snatched a pan from the drying rack and whirled, darting for the living room.
"Oh for f*ck's sake."
Logan jumped away from Roman, looking a bit startled but mostly blushy. Roman, for his part, blinked sluggishly.
"Is that- is that a frying pan?"
"Yeah I- when-" Virgil blew out a heavy breath and shoved his bangs back for a moment. "I heard Roman get cut off and assumed he got attacked, not kissed."
"You kissed me..." Roman mumbled, staring at Logan.
"Jesus CHRIST." Virgil rolled his eyes and went back into the kitchen. "I'm going to try and get a response from Patton, you two figure out... that."
He set the pan down again and pulled his phone out.
Blondie
-hey, are you gonna be home for dinner?-
-cause if you aren't I'm finding somewhere else to eat-
-What?-
-Why?-
-Did something happen?-
-yeah, Roman and Logan kissed-
-I really don't feel like third-wheeling tonight-
-OH MY GOD-
-THEY KISSED?!-
-FINALLY!!!-
-oh no yeah I totally agree with that-
-but they're going to be making flirty eyes at each other over Roman's take on Mexican lasagna and I'm not interested-
-um... well I don't think I'll be home for dinner.-
-hanging out with Remy?-
-maaaaaaybeeeeee-
-RemyAndPatton.jpg-
-have fun or whatever-
-You gonna be good?-
-I'll figure it out-
Virgil flopped onto his bed and grunted as his bad shoulder twinged. He considered his options.
A. He could stay in the apartment for dinner and eat with the others. That involved dealing with Logan and Roman, if they figured their sh*t out.
B. He could text Joan. His sibling was always down for a night out. Would involve finding a place they could eat though, because they were vegan. {I was corrected from pescatarian to vegan, thanks :)}
C. He could eat in his room, claiming he was recording or something. Only problem with that was Roman knowing he'd been recording for several hours already.
Virgil glared at his ceiling, then a sudden thought popped into his head and he grabbed his phone again.
Dora
-yo you wanna get dinner?-
-why-
-my roommates are making heart eyes at each other-
-sh*t, yeah why not-
-Remy's with your roommate so I'm home alone-
-wait they're not at your place?-
-no... are they supposed to be?-
-That's where Patton said he was-
Virgil switched over to his conversation with Patton, pulling the photo up and peering at it intently. He saved it and sent it to Dorrian.
-RemyAndPatton.jpg-
-Where does this look like it was taken?-
-the salon-
-salon?-
-yeah where Remy works-
-he sends me enough selfies from there for me to recognize the lighting-
-huh-
-anyway, you wanna meet at that little pub down the street from the gym?-
-sounds good, see you there-
Virgil got up and began to gather his things, still frowning.
"Why are Patton and Remy at the salon?"
{why do YOU think Patton and Remy are at the salon?}