Push Me On The Ground [Nael]

@"Trahnael"

Sid rubbed the back of his neck as he walked out of the sex hotel. He loved it when rich kids decided to take a walk on the wild side. Every now and again he liked to feel the silky sheets of an expensive mattress under his hands, and the subdued creaking of a bed as they whined.

Plus they never knew what to do afterwards--if he had a dollar for everytime they timidly asked them after their voices stopped quivering in the afterglow if they should pay him, he might as well have just let them pay him. This time he decided to take them up on the offer of monetary compensation, so was hefting a nice sum in his wallet. Maybe he should make escorting rich kids a profession.

The night was cold, so he pulled his letterman closed over his bare chest as he fished around his pockets for his phone and a stick of gum. He always found that he preferred gum to cigarettes--he'd tried a post-coital cigarette once and started choking on the smoke. It killed his afterglow.

That probably had a lot to do with the fact that Sid wasn't a smoker, but still.

Leaning against the wall, he texted a few of his friends and pulled up his twitter as he chewed and popped a few bubbles of sweet sugar. Lei was being a memer as always and Sid couldn't help but quirk a smile.

He yawned and tucked his phone back into his pocket and just looked around. He wasn't really in the mood to go back to his room, and he felt weird about to just holding on to all this money. He ought to buy himself a drink or two. Some people thought drinking alone was sad, but Sid found it kind of relaxing, drinking with no pretense.

Yeah, that sounded good.

@"Trahnael"

Sid's face was cast down into his phone for the most part, shooting off texts, posting to twitter, that sort of thing, when a strange movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. It looked like someone turning around and walking back the way they came, and in this part of town that usually only meant trouble. The drow's lips pursed into a line as he shoved his phone in his pocket and set about following this mysterious man.

It sucked that he was so much taller than the drow, but he was more or less a master at moving quickly and quietly, and was right behind him in a matter of seconds. Once he was right behind him, he suddenly recognized him. A smirk formed on his face as he bounded in front of Deith, turning and flashing a shit eating smile at him and walking backwards through the shady streets.

The drow was well aware that Deith hated his guts. In fact, he loved it. It was pretty refreshing to have his feelings for someone be reciprocated in more or less equal measure.

Not like that fucking line face asshole god what fuck was even his fucking--

"Hey Deith," Sid said, his smile reaching his eyes. "Fancy seeing you around here. You frequent this place often? Picking up chicks? Or dudes?"

Deith's clear disdain for him only made Sid's face grow into an even bigger smile. It amused him how much the other guy absolutely couldn't stand him. He couldn't help it if Deith's buttons were so fun to push. Maybe he should have made himself a teeny bit more emotionally thick-skinned, and Sid would be more predisposed to be nice to him. After all, he was Lei's boyfriend.

That was conveniently keeping his job as a secret from his buddy. Which could only make the drow wonder what other things he was keeping from the Sheep Princess.

"Don't liken me with you. I was gonna get something to drink."

"Well by that designation I would say we're exactly the same, considering we're both on our ways to get something to drink, huh?"

Shit-eating grin still in place, he shoved his hands into his pocket. "And yeah, I'm done picking up chicks. And guys."

Sid took his wallet out his pocket and flashed to the Deith. "How about we get a drink together. Shoot the shit. I'm sure Lei would like to see us getting along."

"Oh yes, you make your hatred of me crystal clear," He said with a sing song voice. "And I like to think that you're not so socially inept that you can't tell that I hate absolutely everything about you."

It had a lot to do with the general feel he got from Deith. He really couldn't put it into any more words than just the fact that he rubbed Sid the wrong way, in so many different ways. It had to do with the fact that he worked at Fight Club and yet Lei didn't know even that. He'd done a little snooping, and even Ardos' little boy toy knew about his less than savory jobs.

He hated to admit that that line-faced bastard could be better than this guy, but hey.

Ardos for all his fucking.... everything didn't set off half as many alarm bells as this guy. Sid was reasonably sure that despite everything Ardos did, he wasn't dangerous.

Deith though....

At the mention of punching him, his grin became less shit-eating and more coy. "Sure. As long as you don't expect me to be the bigger man."

Looking out a the strip, he sighed. "Follow me. I heard there's a good place for drinks down this street here."

Sid couldn't believe that he'd gotten Deith to get drinks with him without knocking him unconscious first. It was a miracle. Of course what was even more of a miracle is that no one was forcing either of them to do this. They were actually willingly about to spend time in the other's company, and that was amazing. If he didn't check his phone just then the drow would have thought it was Christmas.

As they came up to the place Sid had mentioned--a decently sized place, from which sultry jazz played slowly, he looked back to the guy and grinned, his expression languid and almost smug. "Oh, Lei's fine. We were working on a few top secret Chemistry projects, you know?"

Deith didn't need to know about the car fire. He was pretty sure Lei would kill him if he told.

The drow opened the door to the bar. Warmth rolled out of the door and smelled like vodka and cream. "After you, your distastefulness."

@Trahnael — dont worry about it~~