[a/n: this isn't so much about love as it is a connection. Not everything has to be hearts and flowers, and with these two, who are to me, the embodiment of Tiffany/Chucky or Sid Vicious and Nancy, there will definitely be no repenting of past errors or I love you every ten damn seconds from either party..
But there will be sex, violence, arguments, and lots of namecalling from both parties. They have a connection.. Not romance or stability or even love. But, they coexist without murdering one another. So, this definitely is not your typical romance. :)
Love to thank all my reviewers so far, and everyone who's been adding and reviewing anon. You guys are awesome, and I'm glad you like this story.]
Syd glared across the cafe at Eve, and dismissively rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to her group and licking the spoon she'd been eating pudding with.
"No, I'm serious. Someone needs to do something about her and about AJ Lee. Those two get entirely too much airtime, and they're both pathetic." she said solemnly, as Dean studied her, then nodded and said "And then there's that whole ongoing thing with you and Torres."
" It's not a thing. She killed someone I loved. Indirectly, of course, but I intend to get revenge." Syd said calmly and coldly as Seth raised a brow.
"Whoa.. Wait, Brinna was a girl, right?"
" And? Love is blind, Rollins. Besides, when I say love, it's not like you or anyone else saying it.. I don't really feel emotions like other people..." Syd admitted casually, noting the semi smirk Dean wore on his face as he spoke up and then asked, "So, basically, you're .." with a slightly evil smirk.
" No. I'm not sexual.. I mean.. Ughh, shut the fuck up Dean you're only trying to piss me off now." Syd tried to explain, as she looked around the table at the stunned men.
" Look, all I'm saying is she was with me from the time we were both 4 to the night she fell to her death. Yes, I was attached. No, I wasn't sexually attracted to her. But we did kiss, once.." she said with an amused evil smirk as she looked at the three men as they tried to figure out whether she was mind fucking them or being completely honest.
"Come on, jesus.. She shared a room with me, and in some of the homes we lived in, we had to share beds."
The three males raked their hands over their heads as they looked at one another, and then at her.
"You are.." Seth started, his eyes taking on a challenging and amused gleam as he smirked at Roman who was snickering to himself, knowing full well that right now, Seth was instigating something. And that he'd probably wind up getting his ass kicked 9 ways to Sunday by both Dean AND Syd by the time it was over.
" I am not bisexual just because my first 'relationship' if that's what you call it, was with a girl, but I also like guys. I just want what I want. Nothing beyond that, damn." Syd said as she shovelled pudding into her mouth, and wished to hell she hadn't opened up to the three fucking idiots sitting at the table currently.
"Prove it." Seth said with a smirk as he nodded at an unknowing, lost in thought Ambrose and then back at Syd who glared and then said " How, exactly? And why's this matter?"
Roman spoke up and said "Think of it as an initiation, of sorts."
" Fuckers." she muttered, biting her lip. The thing about Syd is that she couldn't turn down a dare, no matter how stupid, how fucking pointless it may seem. The dare was like an addiction to her.
Without a word, she walked around to Dean's side of the table, straddled his lap and tilted his face up, forcefully kissing him.
Dean growled and glaring at her angrily, shoved her off his lap, then looked at his two stable mates. "Grow the fuck up you fucking fucks."
But honestly, he actually felt turned on by the kiss. So, he grumbled and pulled her up and with an evil smirk, he muttered into her lips, "You.. have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into." as he gripped her tightly, almost enough to hurt someone who could actually feel pain and pulling her into a forceful series of kisses, bit her lower lip.
Syd licked her lips and shrank back, glaring, growling before dumping her remaining bowl of pudding over his head, although as she did it, she winked at him, wearing the same evil smirk, the same smoldering look in her own eyes that he wore in his right now.
This could be an interesting friendship, whatever you'd call it. Neither of them were remotely interested in love, or even one another, if you asked either of them, but they liked to fuck (he picked up ring rats mostly, Syd had a thing for finding men in bars and taking them into the parking lot, or the alley, or even the hotel room she was sharing with the other three men at the table presently) and make everyone around them's lives a living hell.
And with so much energy after a good and hard fight, they had to dispel the energy somehow, correct? So, when Dean looked into her eyes and saw the same thought process ingoing as he had, he smirked and leaning in, muttered, "Fucking bitch."
"Fucking asshole." Syd said as she stood and stretched, storming off to the other side of catering.
Dean shifted in his seat and cleared his throat sternly. "What the fuck are you two fuckers looking at?"
" What the fuck was that, Ambrose?"
" She fuckin started it. By the way, Rollins, remind me to snap your fuckin neck later. If you ever coerce her into doing that, again, I'lll fuck both of you up. You for suggesting, that little psychotic bitch for doing.."
Roman and Seth smirked at one another, and under the table, Roman slid Seth a 20 which he pocketed.
How could two of the most sadistic people that either of the men knew, even begin to co exist like Dean and Syd did? Without killing one another, to say the least..
And now, thanks to Roman and Seth's taunts, being jackasses moments ago, there was definite sexual tension. Things could get very hot indeed.