vegas had nary been expecting much of entertainment that night.

partially because vegas went to slumber before the twentieth hour, doomed by a mix of pure exhaustion and a mistaken nonchalance about at the fact he'd thought he could nap before his hero's promise of meeting with someone at nine. when he awoke it wasn't due to the three separate alarms on his phone he slept, on an internal justice clock demanding to know how he could live with himself, it was because of a drunken announcement, a loud thud and unexpected fondling along his leg.

julio still trying to wake up as he lifted himself upper frame up, one hand rubbing at his right eye, caught between feeling exhausted and bewildered. fine hero of justice reflexes were sacrificed for a lazy squint with light that was available, half not really believing what he could see beside where he had been sleeping until moments ago.

from looking at aries julio initially checked his phone, mind failing to register the missed calls and instead focusing on the time. second, he looked back and tried to comprehend what lady fate had served him that fate eve - or was it morning? regardless, vegas felt bewildered, confused and uncomfortable, unsure what course of justice to take with this aries in his hands. after all, it was a simple deduction for any champion of righteousness that two constellations aligned tonight: aries and inebriation.

or perhaps this was a masterful ruse? while vegas was then sitting up he stay still otherwise, reluctant to venture closer to the unknown potential threat that lurked in the endless darkness - relative endless darkness anyway, with his phone screen lighting up half his torso. and with that he supposed t'would be rude not to reply to a companion, drunk or not. “aries.” the simple greet lacked the usual pre modifier or two. vegas still felt himself waking up, after all.

“whilst the destined roommate–” there, with an adjective back that felt better, “–feels as if they are floating, bound by gravity not longer–” another pause as he gruffly pulled at the comforter, attempting to dislodge aries subtly, “–he must break the news to aries that he still kneeling on the ground. details further being that he resides at vegas' beside.” even though he reserved his suspicions of this being some grand payback for something he and cadence had done to him he kept his hand hovered over his phone, prepared to take full advantage of the situation, “would aries' weary soul not favour a more comfortable place, floating or not?”

@aries

vegas had doubted the validity of aries' inebriation before but as the other climbed on top him it there was pretty much no doubt: aries was truly drunk.

julio had initially taken to aries' agreement cautiously, hovering at the ready with his phone still at the hand. he had not expected for the other to advance in on him. a wasted roommate was something this hero of justice had not faced before then and his lack of decision action was down to just unsure he felt when the other moved up and on him. leaning back with the weight of aries on him he soon enough gave up on keeping himself upright, eyes off the person on him to the ceiling in a unvoiced desperate plea to lady fate herself.

aries' closeness now woke him up from however drowsy julio had been feeling. this was the roommate had reacted negatively when vegas adorned his nails in their righteous armour i.e. nail polish. he doubted the man who ever be so close to him if sober, “when vegas spoke of aries resting his soul he did not mean on vegas.” unsurprisingly, julio did not count comfortable as a suitable descriptor for a hero of justice.

this was the roommate that had reacted to vegas adorning his nails in their righteous battle armour – naturally, nail polish — with scorn! for that reason this manner of close contact was something even a chosen champion of justice could not anticipate.

a chosen champion of justice could still take advantage of it, even if he had not foreseen it. despite that sentiment he still voiced a question, “how much did aries drink?” or was he dreaming this? or, far more likely, was this some form of parallel universe where aries regarded julio with something other then discontent?

the invitation got a laugh, though, a typical loud vegas laugh despite the person on top of him. with aries stretching out julio actually took that as a sublime time to try and nudge him off and get up a little, “an intriguing proposition.” another laugh, “forsooth, an enticing summon from an enticing aries.” it seemed true that this side of aries would be a lot more fun – nay, the “funnest thing ever” – were he not on top of vegas, “as fun as the vampire diaries?”

“yet can vegas hold him to that?”

lifted up one arm, trying to get his roommate off, he repeated seriously, “this champion insists on a record of aries' alluring, joyous spirit. hark! aries' heart calls for a joint selfie, no?”

@aries

vegas' inebriated companion was determined to offer more invitations the longer aries stayed on top of him; almost made the weight on top of him worth it. aries proposed that the whole of the vampire diaries would be consumed with just one condition and one condition alone.

would aries even remember that condition when he woke, though? his roommate's state left that a mystery but a hero of justice could never turn down the viewing of the vampire diaries seasons one to five no matter what the cost. even if his roommate's interest in him did leave with an uncomfortable feeling but vegas easily ignored that for this new pact.

“then 'tis decided!” pushing himself up again, less concerned about jolting aries off that time, “vegas and aries are bound to fate, sworn to this noble quest! cursed be the one who fails to hold up their end of the pact.” and the coming selfies were a perfect way to record this as well! trying to adjust the angle of his body to get both of them in the shot but still retain the bizarre nature of the position, the flash of his phone's camera going off in the dark.

“there is one final way to assure the veracity of this oath,” another shot julio felt he needed before he sent the results to olly and uploaded. holding out his hand, he dangled his pinky seductively as he propositioned aries with, “a pinky promise…?”

once the photos were over with then julio could truly focus on removing aries. but with the pinky promise his roommate's hands caught his attention and julio started to titter, “alas! can vegas' resting companion hear those cries? aries' own fingers weep, their nakedness brings shame to their hearts.”

thumbing the touch screen of his phone a second to send a selfie to one olly taylor, he grinned, “should vegas utilise his holy varnish to change their sorry state?” he added in an after thought, “it'll look pretty.”

after that, vegas reasoned, he'd get aries a glass of water. as much as his roommate deserved to have these such sublime selfies posted on instagram that alongside a totally killer hangover in the morning was maybe too heavy a fate for a hero of justice to endorse.

@aries

“there is scantling wrong with plain fingernails. yet having them bare all the time?” vegas tittered, obviously unimpressed with aries' question. he was minority distracted as he chose which picture hands still on his phone as he uploaded the the resulting picture to instagram and indirectly so to facebook, “it does them little justice.”

and today their nakedness would be covered! a victory for nail-kind; with the dubious confirmation that he could paint them julio fully nudged aries off with minimum concern for where he might end up on the bed. while aries' approval was good the limitations he set hampered vegas' noble efforts. it seemed he was not fully defenceless, even when inebriated. vegas had underestimated him but he was not about to give in. besides, “worry not, vegas never intended to paint his roommate's nails pink. aries could not pull off pink's splendour.” pink was reserved for special occasions and not for belligerent roommates.

it didn't mean julio would necessarily listen to the other. as he set himself down by the bed, trying to recall in his still sleep-addled mind which nail varnish was where, his phone hummed from where he'd propped it on the floor when getting off the bed. reaching for it while reaching under his bed for a makeup bag he glimpsed over a reply from olly with one suggestion: magenta. and vegas considered that with much thought as he pulled the nail polish collection out. t'was a noble thought but was it too close to pink to escape aries' notice…?

with victory in sight it dawned on vegas what colour to use. having unzipping the collection quickly quickly and rooting around for a few moments even further triumph was just ahead. plucking out a colour brandished the small chanel bottle, “behold! vegas has in his grasp the perfect polish for noble aries – 'tis hight vendetta.” dark purple looked black in this light surely, “and is vendetta not a befitting name for the colour of a hero's nails?”

“now, 'tis the foretold time! unveil your nails to vegas so he can do what he must.”

“unless aries feels up to the challenge of taking on another more daring colour,” he added, feigned absent-mindedness but still sounded dramatic, “that is, if he can handle a shade dubbed “rogue moiré” by those who know its fearsome wrath...”

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