A/N - I fully blame xXGaGaGirlXx for this. I don't know why, I just do. Sid, Blink, Link and Mot belong to myself and Werepuppy Black, and she also owns Sonny, so thanks for letting me borrow him for one line! Fluff lies ahead... so don't say I didn't warn you.

"So what exactly is going on between you two?" Blink asked, and Sid looked up, following his gaze.

"Who?" She frowned, spotting a certain blonde across the room. "Me and Meat?"

"Yeah."

"I dunno… nothing, really…"

"Sure," Link snorted. "So the shouts of 'Oh, god' I hear every other night are just you praying?"

"Loudly," Blink added, both grinning.

"Oh shut it," Sid mumbled, picking at the edge of her skirt.

"Aw, lickle Sid is embarrassed," Link teased, wincing when Mot punched his arm.

"Don't be mean," she said, then turned to Sid, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Know what I think?"

"No, and for that I'm very grateful," Sid sighed, shaking her head. "What do you think?"

"I think you're in love." If Sid had been drinking anything, it would have been covering Link already.

"Pardon?"

"You heard me."

"I…" she paused, blinking rather stupidly. "I'm not in love!"

"Oh I don't know," Sonny cut in, sitting next to his 'sister'. "You've had three lots of drunken sex and you're still going, that sounds like love to me."

"Sid's in love," Blink said in a song-song voice, and Link laughed beside him.

"I am not in love!"

"You're turning red!" Link laughed even more.

"Oh shut up!" Sid stood and stormed from the room, the sound of laughter and whistling following her all the way to her room.

"I'm not!" She mumbled to herself, landing face first on a pile of pillows. "I'm not-I'm not-I'm not-I'm not!"

"Not what?" A voice asked from the doorway. "Mad? Because let me tell you love, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness," Meat grinned, settling herself down next to the younger bohemian.

"Nothing," came Sid's muffled reply.

""Would this have anything to do with why Link told me to 'go see lover girl'?" She asked, pulling Sid over to her.

"Maybe," Sid scowled, burying her face in Meat's shoulder, used to the smell of beer, cigarette smoke and perfume.

"You're not gonna tell me, are you?"

"Nope. I fully intend to pass out and forget it ever happened."

"Fine," Meat sighed, kissing the top of her head. "G'night Sid."

"Night Meat."

"Love ya."

"You too," Sid grinned.