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(You definitely don't have to do a little character/photo reference but I did because it just helps keep characters in order in my brain. :) Sorry in advance, he ended up being kinda a shitty person right now.... But he'll change! ✧character growth✧ Also don't think you have to match my reply length! I wasn't joking when I said I word vomit lmao)


Name: Virgil Fleming
Age: 27
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(~Character image made by me on Artbreeder~)

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Waking up after a night of heavy drinking and bar hopping was never an enjoyable experience. Eyes squinting against the morning sun illuminating the room, Virgil reaches his hand out and fumbles for his phone to check the time. He wants nothing more than a few extra hours of sleep and yet finds himself growing more and more awake as his search turns up empty and the familiar feel of his bedside table is missing. Prying his eyes open once again he can now see that these are definitely not his sheets. Rolling over onto his back, digging his head into the pillow he curses quietly under his breath, rubbing his hands heavily across his face.

Weekend bar hopping wasn't exactly a rarity for Virgil and so it wouldn't be that much of a surprise to say this wasn't his first hit it and quit it. Still, it was always an awkward situation to wake up to. There were a few bars he'd crossed off his list to avoid any unnecessary run-ins with past hook-ups. Curiosity getting the better of him, Virgil moved his self-criticizing gaze from the ceiling to the woman beside him. She was mostly covered, her back facing him, but from what he could see she was attractive. It was a relief to see that he'd at least kept some taste during his drunken stupor.

Trying to will away his headache, Virgil sat up as silently as possible, swinging his feet out of bed. Not exactly as easy at it seemed; trying to being silent when hungover. He wants nothing more than to crawl into bed and pull the covers over his head but knows he's gotta get out of there before she wakes up and they have to have a weird talk where he ends up having to admit he doesn't even know her name.

At least his boxers are close enough to the bed that he can get those on quickly enough, though he almost fumbles trying to keep his balance enough to get his second foot in, but the process lets him catch a glimpse of his jeans by the doorway. Heads to them next, pulling them up to his hips before hastily reaching into his pocket for his phone. Bypasses checking the time and goes right to the battery to make sure he's got enough to get himself a ride out of there.