Disclaimer: Drow are not mine

AN: I've just discovered how much I love reviews so I'll continue.

WARNING: sex between males is mentioned. If you don't like this don't read.

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Andy

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The next time I wake up I feel a bit better, the fact that my mysterious
cellmate is not sitting on my chest contributes a great deal to that. My
head still hurts and unfortunately I do remember now why I drank so much in
the first place.

I ran into a member of my former clan. Yes my former clan, I'm an outcast.
And while I must admit that I've never been an angel it still hurts that
when I was eventually forced to part ways with my people it wasn't even for
something I had really done. Everybody was so convinced it had been me who
pushed my cousin off that cliff. I don't know where they got this absurd
idea, but since I never did it nobody could actually prove my supposed
guilt, so in the end they just cast me out. Bloody idiots the lot of them!

And then yesterday…well maybe not yesterday, I have no way to know how long
I've been unconscious, so some time ago Ayren my other cousin just had to
cross my way and act all snobbish towards me. Bitch!

Of course I got all miserable and started to drink in order to forget them
all and what they had done to me.

It's not easy living on the streets by yourself and as an elf I stand out
so I think that somebody must have picked a fight with me when they thought
I was drunk enough to be defeated easily. At least that's what usually
happens. Sometimes I'm fast enough to get away before the guards come and
sometimes I'm not. I still can't remember anything, not that it concerns
me, and someone will come eventually and tell me what I've done.

Since I feel better now maybe I could try to move more than just my
eyelids. I start by turning my head to the left which awakens the Drow who
has been sleeping in a corner. He must be a light sleeper then. Not my
problem, oh wait it is my problem, because once he's fully awake he'll
start bothering me. Well, too late now. He's already sitting up. Must be
bad luck on my side that I always get stuck with people who go from snoring
to wide awake at the slightest sound.

I try feigning sleep, but know at the same time it's doomed to fail.

"Stop pretending. I know you're awake."

Fine then, let's see what he wants now. I think and open my eyes again.
He's grinning. Argh some people are just too cheerful for their own good.

"Yes, I'm awake. Isn't that just great?" I grumble.

"Well in fact it is. You won't believe how terribly bored I was and then
you come along and I get someone to talk to."

Ok, time to discourage him. On the slim hope that he'll leave me alone I
say: "Are you sure you want to talk to me? I'm very bitter and really bad
at conversation."

"Are you sure? I don't mind. There are other things we can do."

I still don't like the suggestive undertone in the last sentence, but I
guess I should seriously consider the possibility of having sex with a
Drow. This one even seems to be quite pleasant by the standards of his
kind. Not that I have met that many Drow in life...to be honest this is the
first. But hey, everybody knows stories about them killing entire villages;
being evil and that kind of stuff. Maybe being polite for once will get me
out of this strange situation.

"No thank you. I don't feel very well." Wow that must be the dumbest thing
I've said in my life. What about "Hey just take me I'm weak and easy prey."
That one would have done the job too.

"Ok. You could tell me your name. That is, if you can still remember it
after the little party you had in the Bloody Axe."

Bloody Axe? Looks like he knows what I did by now. Pity that I still don't.
I decide to humor him. But there's no way I'll ever try to be polite
again. It's not my style and I suck at it anyway.

"Toren."

"Not very talkative are we? You can call me Andy."

"Andy? Your name is Andy?"

Oh my God now he's giggling! Can this get any weirder? He looks kind of
cute while he does it. Oops stop that. Drow are not cute they're wicked
and sadistic.

"You should see your face."

I know my face thank you very much! Honestly what kind of name is that? The
hero in some romantic fairy tale is called Andy not a real person. At least
I thought so until today I was proved wrong. Anyway, as long as we talk
he's not going to do anything else.

"How do you live with a name like Andy?"

"It's not as bad as you seem to think. Besides, it's not like yours would
inspire poets."

I resist the strong urge to say something stupid like "Duh!" and decide to
change the topic.

"Why are you here?"

He shrugs.

"Long story. You don't need to know."

And with that he obviously decides to end conversation and gets up, but
only to sit down on my chest once again. Seems like I asked the wrong
question.