Push Me On The Ground [Nael]

Sid liked to go rowdy places with friends, or when he just wanted to have fun and and dance, maybe punch someone's teeth out, maybe fight someone and have the night end with harsh makeouts and needy grinding. But right now he didn't want either of those things. He wanted to annoy Deith. And while both of those things might've annoyed him, it would also distract Sid from his primary goal.

Even then, he had been expecting a sneer. A look of contempt that the place was clearly not meeting his high princely standards that Lei seemed to think he had when it came to these kinds of things.

What he certainly hadn't been expecting was a nod of approval. That caught him off guard. Sid looked into the sky to see if it was falling, or if the crescent moon had gone full and bloodshot. Deith's voice was smooth when he talked to him, the voice that Lei told him about, that made him feel like the most important guy in the world, and hearing it made him shudder.

Not in the sensual way it made Lei shudder, but in the uncomfortable way. The way that spiders--even now--would make his skin crawl and his muscles bunch up.

This was weird. Even Deith's placid acceptance of his name, "Your Distastefulness" made not even a single ripple in his facade.

What the fuck.

Was Deith starting to act like Ardos too?

Sid entered behind Deith and moved quickly to the bar, sitting on one of the stools.

"Hey Rascal, how's your son?" Sid grinned at the small smile the bartender gave him. "A round of Tequila please. Oh, and some raspberry vodka on the rocks, too."

Sid sat at the bar and took a deep breath. He wouldn't let Deith annoy him. He wasn't interested in being annoyed back. This was a one-way street of annoyance, motherfucker, and he wasn't about to let him start driving against the flow of traffic.

His drink came quickly, and Sid knocked back the tequila in one mouthful, savoring the way it burned his throat and settled into his stomach like someone had pressed a heater against his abs. All the chill seemed to melt from his bones. It was then that he noticed that Deith was sitting a stool away from him, and that emboldened the drow. It reassured him that Deith found him as distasteful as Sid did.

So his shit eating grin back in place to combat the asshole's smirk, Sid idly swirled his vodka, listening to the sound of the ice clink against the glass. "You know me, sometimes I wanna take home a nice DILF every now and again.

"What about you? I took you for the type to lay down in alleyways and drink the drain water for your alcohol content."

"Hmm hmm, that right?" Sid loved that tone. The curt, no-nonsense voice that told him Deith wasn't amused at his antics. That was his favorite. He sipped his vodka more slowly, licking the burn from his lips. "Oh yeah, I should have known."

Sid glanced out the window.

"I'm sure you use the corpse dumpster a lot, huh?" He sipped again, looking at Deith from the corner of his eye now. He didn't know about the other guy's more.... illicit activities, things that stretched far beyond fight club, didn't know about his investment in corpses...

Only that if he liked blood, well, corpses couldn't exactly say no.

But he could sense something was wrong. You didn't grow up around people who wore masks to hide their horrible spidery tendencies without getting good at peering behind them.

"Or maybe a guy like you likes his victims squirmy. Am I wrong?"

Sid was a little frustrated that Deith didn't take the line he'd tossed at him, but he wasn't about to lose sleep over it. He liked to be the kind of guy who never made plans, that way he could always bounce back when things didn't go his way. He took another sip of his vodka, and was more than half done with it.

Of course, it would take more than a mouthful of tequila and a few sips of raspberry vodka to really effect him, so he flagged down the bartender and asked for a gin and tonic. Something simple and clean, unlike the sleazeball next to him.

The drow was thankful he wasn't sitting right next to him. He'd rather not have his entire body crawling like someone unleashed spiders.

"Oh yes," Sid began, and was about to go down the sexual root when Deith took a hard right and directed the conversation towards fighting. It had been a while since he'd gone to fight club, and he'd really only gone to watch Ardos get his ass kicked, which Deith couldn't even do well like what the fuck.

Sid smiled a little. "That sounds like you want me to introduce your face to the concrete, your distastefulness." The playfulness in his tone was gone, and replaced with daring. "I'd be happy to show you something..." his voice came out as something akin to a snarl. "Fun."

"Oh please," The drow said, waving off Deith's words with a crooked smile. "I'm always excited."

It was true. He wasn't exactly the kind of guy who thought things through. If he wanted to do something he did it, if he wanted to fight someone he fought them. And right now, he wanted to fight Deith. He wanted to push Deith's face into the dirt , make him beg for mercy, and see what exactly he was made of.

"Trust me. If we're on the same page, I've been thinking about this for days."

He didn't really care if Deith found sexual connotations in every single word he spoke. There was really nothing sexual behind it, but Sid as a being was sexual, so maybe it didn't matter too much.