The darkness of a the night saw two forms walking side by side towards a popular and fairly new nightclub. This friday was their bi-monthly drinking night, and it was a bonding experience for the two of them. Nothing bound two people together like getting completely, totally, and impossibly bevved up with friends.
Well, maybe they were friends. They bickered like they were enemies.
"Look--" said the taller person. Sid could hardly be distinguished from the night around him as he gesticulated his point to the shorter person walking beside him. "All I'm saying is that I paid last time! It's your turn to pay!"
"And all I'm saying is that you get a discount on drinks! How is it fair for me to pay every other week when you always only have to pay half?!" DJ retorted, punching the drow in the arm. At least she thought it was his arm. He was hard to see at night.
Sid rubbed his arm. "I'm a college student! I'm too poor to pay for drinks!"
"Yeah but you can afford to throw huge parties in the ballroom, you can afford to tip fifty bucks for a tattoo, you can afford overpriced pastries at that pastel place--"
"Oh my god are you really doing this right now--"
"You can afford to buy a gallon of LSD--WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT I DON'T KNOW--"
"You are actually doing this--"
"Plus, excuse you, are you raising a child on your own? I didn't think so--"
"I don't have a job."
"You work at the docks. I've seen you. The girls even tip you. I've seen them tuck bills into the top of your pants."
"I get tips from guys too--hey WAIT!"
Their voices carried through the night until they reached the font of the establishment. Sid spoke to the bouncer--a few small words explaining that he, as a non-human, was inviting in his super-powered human friend--before the two of them walked in and took a seat at the bar.
Almost immediately their bickering picked up again uninterrupted.
"It's your turn."
"I'm not paying every other week!"
"Well I'm not paying for both of us twice in a row!"
"Well, I guess I'll go home then!" DJ spat, her voice literally venomous, as she stood from the stool and took a few purposeful steps towards the door. Sid reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to the bar.
"Okay, here's how we'll solve this." He said, leaning closer to her to be heard over the playing music. "We'll have a drinking contest. Loser pays for the drinks."
DJ was silent before a big smile came to her face. "Alright. You're on."
With a big grin splitting his face, Sid was sure he'd just about claimed victory. DJ was a smaller than him, in height, width, and muscle mass. She had no hope in beating him. Maybe once she lost their contest, she'd stop being so freaking stubborn and just pay her half. The drow raised his hand to flag down the barkeep. "Two shots of Smirnoff raspberry vodka please!"
Two hours and sixteen shots later found Sid with his head on the bar, burbling incoherently but still very conscious. As DJ sipped her seventeenth shot easily, she smiled at her victory.
"I guess tonight's on you then."
Well, maybe they were friends. They bickered like they were enemies.
"Look--" said the taller person. Sid could hardly be distinguished from the night around him as he gesticulated his point to the shorter person walking beside him. "All I'm saying is that I paid last time! It's your turn to pay!"
"And all I'm saying is that you get a discount on drinks! How is it fair for me to pay every other week when you always only have to pay half?!" DJ retorted, punching the drow in the arm. At least she thought it was his arm. He was hard to see at night.
Sid rubbed his arm. "I'm a college student! I'm too poor to pay for drinks!"
"Yeah but you can afford to throw huge parties in the ballroom, you can afford to tip fifty bucks for a tattoo, you can afford overpriced pastries at that pastel place--"
"Oh my god are you really doing this right now--"
"You can afford to buy a gallon of LSD--WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT I DON'T KNOW--"
"You are actually doing this--"
"Plus, excuse you, are you raising a child on your own? I didn't think so--"
"I don't have a job."
"You work at the docks. I've seen you. The girls even tip you. I've seen them tuck bills into the top of your pants."
"I get tips from guys too--hey WAIT!"
Their voices carried through the night until they reached the font of the establishment. Sid spoke to the bouncer--a few small words explaining that he, as a non-human, was inviting in his super-powered human friend--before the two of them walked in and took a seat at the bar.
Almost immediately their bickering picked up again uninterrupted.
"It's your turn."
"I'm not paying every other week!"
"Well I'm not paying for both of us twice in a row!"
"Well, I guess I'll go home then!" DJ spat, her voice literally venomous, as she stood from the stool and took a few purposeful steps towards the door. Sid reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to the bar.
"Okay, here's how we'll solve this." He said, leaning closer to her to be heard over the playing music. "We'll have a drinking contest. Loser pays for the drinks."
DJ was silent before a big smile came to her face. "Alright. You're on."
With a big grin splitting his face, Sid was sure he'd just about claimed victory. DJ was a smaller than him, in height, width, and muscle mass. She had no hope in beating him. Maybe once she lost their contest, she'd stop being so freaking stubborn and just pay her half. The drow raised his hand to flag down the barkeep. "Two shots of Smirnoff raspberry vodka please!"
Two hours and sixteen shots later found Sid with his head on the bar, burbling incoherently but still very conscious. As DJ sipped her seventeenth shot easily, she smiled at her victory.
"I guess tonight's on you then."