See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and general info.

Writers: Trace then Me

Kindrellvar grinned over at his friend, whom he was teaching the Black Widow craft to. Ever since Kin had met Raith, he had been drawn to him because of the Black. Even before he held the Black, he felt akin to him because of the Reds but once he wore the Black, the bond strengthened.

Holding up his glass he nodded. "To all that you said," he knocked back the rest of his glass and sat it down hard on the table top. "Fuck!" He hissed as he shook his head, trying to maintain a straight face. "That shit's strong." He laughed as he poured them another glass and waited until the waitress brought them chasers.

When the chasers, which were almost as strong as the wine itself, arrived, he poured them a few shots and sat the bottle on the table. "I don't know if they can handle us, but we're going to give it a try. Did you read the rules here?" He raised a brow and had a laugh. Rules, did they really apply to people like Raith and himself? Blacks. They could do anything they wanted and wouldn't fall to rules. Rules were for people that didn't make the rules and stand above them.

"You know what would do good with drink. Women." He stated and looked around. "They have a nice strip show here. I watched it already." He laughed, already feeling the warmth of the alcohol. "So, you and Nym, what's going on there?" He took a shot of whiskey and watched Raith for his answer.

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He almost laughed as Kin swore, but he was to busy agreeing with him as he knocked the wine back, it was fucking strong, but it was fucking good.
Wine then a chaser, wine then another chaser, both of them as strong as it other, they might even out drink the Black at this rate.
He blinked, feeling that strange bond between them, it wasn't like the one had with D, it was kinship, pun not intended, of a different kind but one no less of Brotherhood.
"It'll be nice to have someone keep up with me." He muttered, D was fun but even before the offering the Red burnt off the stuff faster than the Sapphire.
Another bottle of wine appeared, more wine more chasers and Raith snickered.

"Yeah I did," He grinned, talking about the rules. "Don't think they had us in mind when they wrote them."
He stiffened and pretended to adjust the tie he wasn't wearing, putting on his best snotty Aristo voice. "I here by declare I will attempt to obey them as much as I see fit on this here night."

Raith grinned. "Rules are all well and good, but for people like us they only work when we decide to obey them."
That was why the Blood had Protocol drilled into them as children, to stop the strongest destroying the weakest, but as soon as what they were intended for was perceived, it became something you only took notice of because you choose to.

"You know what would do good with drink. Women. They have a nice strip show here. I watched it already."

Raith laughed, "Now is it good enough to watch again or are we going to have to find some where else?"
Women sounded a good idea, a fight and a fuck, but then Kin mentioned something which Raith had for once managed to get out of his mind, Nym.
He through the other Warlord Prince a murderous look before settling back, taking a chaser anyway.
"That fucking obvious huh?" Raith muttered, suddenly pissed that it was, he hated giving anything away to people but where Nym was concerned he just couldn't help. Another thing which was driving him insane. "No nothing is fucking going on. I want something to be going on, fucking HELL do I but she doesn't even seem interested."
He snapped his glass down, refilling it before it even hit the table and downed the shot.
"I can't force the issue, Mother Night I can't even prod gently in that direction, she's not reached her majority, she been raped and WOO! Black Jewel round my neck versus broken. Let alone the whole showing a fucking interest."
Temper rose quietly, it was slowly moving from the normal aggression of a Warlord Prince to cold rage, not yet but maybe in a couple of months and then it wouldn't be pretty. Raith pushed it down grabbing another whiskey before slowing down to the wine again. He had no idea if Kin understood what was holding him back, yeah the claim had been staked but Hayll was still matriarchal and due to that he just had to wait for it to be acknowledged, it felt good to express his frustration though.

There was one thing that gave him a grin. "Women may be a fine idea mate but Minah would have your balls if she found out."