A ghost of a smile was given when Marcel stated that it was because of him that he was okay. He couldn't recall a time when words had invoked both relief and grief inside of him, but before he could fall into melancholy thoughts a kiss was placed on his cheek. With a blush coloring his cheeks, Virgil stared at him in mild shock as his hazy mind tried to process what had happened. While he was no stranger to drunken hookups and even the occasional escort, intimacy never entered into the picture. And his love life had been less than stellar the last year aside from one failed attempt so, drunk or sober, that simple smooch was enough to have the big guy all sort of flustered like a schoolboy confronted by his crush. Luckily, he wasn't given time to really think on it as he was pulled into moving again, which had him stumbling for a second as the cute Spaniard dragged him over to his vehicle.
One eye closed and the other squinted as he looked to license after it'd been shoved into his palm, trying to read the small print of the address. Getting inside, he took the time to grab one of those half-filled bottles of alcohol and open it to take a drink to keep his body from gaining a foothold on the whole sobriety thing. As soon as Marcel was in the cab with him, he stuck the bottle between his legs and offered out his hand for him again while he used the other to steer the truck onto the road. Driving under the influence had never been an issue for him, he just hoped he'd read the address correctly.
( Exit to Marcel's place...? )
By Bi Blitz