Burger and Fries with Grease on the Side

God damn this afternoon sun.

God damn the sun in general.

As he walked down the street, the summer sun creating shimmery heat waves in front of him and microwaving the pavement under his sneakers, he found himself thinking again about how much he hated the sun. It was part of the reason he was so lively in the nightlife. After all, the night might be just as bright as the day to him, but at least at night he didn't have to worry about accidentally giving himself light blindness.

And summer, despite its muggy heat, had its advantages--it was the only season where he could walk around shirtless without people judging him for it. Not that people judging him for his shirtlessness ever actually made him put on a shirt, but he noticed when people stared at his gray skin and abdominal muscles. He flexed for them usually. Gave them a wink.

He was a "please touch" museum.

Towards familiar arches he went, the automatic doors sliding open and a blast of cool air dried the sweat off his body in one go. He loved these golden arches. They were a true friend in the best of times.

One hand was in his pocket fishing for his wallet while his other hand had his phone, thumb flying across the screen and tapping out a message to his friends. He glanced up every now and again, trying to make sure he didn't bump into anyone.

@Ghostmaiden

Sid was in the zone. He was jacked in to the social networking scene. He texting Duran to get his ass out of bed, talking to this girl he met who lives in Taiwan on skype, tweeting about his day, trying to give his facebook the attention it deserves, because its good for putting up events for parties and the like if nothing else.

Like usual, he was imbibing and creating content at a rate that was sprinting towards and past critical mass. He wanted to have another party, but he didn't have anywhere to throw it yet.

Decisions, decisions.

When his phone started floating away, it was like someone rudely pulling the plug on him. His friend in Taiwan was telling him about how she found a dead body in a river one time when she was seven.

He was invested.

"Hey, come back phone!" He turned to follow it, seeing Katie at the table. He should have guessed. "Ayyy, who'd've thunk I'd see you here?"

He slides into a chair, resting his elbows on it and moving his hair out of his face. His phone gave a short 'bing', but he ignored it for now. He had a person to talk to in real life. "How're holding up Katie?"

He takes his phone from her, tapping away on it without looking down. He was pretty good at dividing his attention, a left over skill from his days in the Underdark. When everything around you was out to kill you, zeroing in all your focus on one thing was a pretty fast way to die. He was aware of the artificial tapping noise his phone made, and also aware of the smell of burger.

He snickered, grabbing the burger off her tray. It would scarcely be enough to fill him up, but a free burger was a free burger, and he wasn't about to complain about free.

"C'mon, do you see a pierced nipple here?" He gestured to his shirtless chest. There was indeed no nipple piercing. "But you make a good point, I'll add it to my list."

The wrapping around the burger crinkled as he opened it. "I'll give you another shot to guess where it is though."

He winks and sticks out his tongue. There's a stud there, in the middle of his tongue. "Close, but no cigar."

He bit into his burger, looking at his phone when it gave a short buzz. He read the message, nodded, and put the phone back down. Whatever it was didn't seem to be important.

"Lay it on me." He said, biting back a snicker at her vulgarity. It was unladylike, he'd heard, for someone to behave like that. He thought it was funny.

He watched as her arm reached out, and her finger touched the tip of his ear. It sent a pleasurable feeling racing down his spine, but it wasn't too strong. If he had to guess, his piercings were to blame--no doubt the piercing of the cartilage in his ear had taken away quite a bit of its sensitivity.

"Sure. Though, there are easier ways to get me into bed, Katie. You know that." He winks, finishing the burger and crumpling up the wrapping paper. "It does give a nice feelin', but all this metal kinda kills it.

"Though, If you want me to feel a bit frisky, it certainly does the trick."

He winks.