Triangle (SPD, B-Squad, #1, T+)
Title: Triangle
Fandom: SPD
Pairing: Syd/Z & Jack/Sky/Bridge
Prompt: #1-Beginnings
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, I just like to romp them through my own personal playground. ;)
Summary/Warnings: A group of friends gains (hopefully) a new member. (slash, both m/m & f/f)
Word Count: 1831
Author's Notes: (yes, there will be more of this 'verse too *g*)
Syd leaned casually against the bar, idly twirling the little straw through her drink. Sighing lightly, she took in all the sights, noises and smells of the bustling club. It was pretty jam-packed, not entirely unusual for a Saturday night, but Syd couldn’t help but feel just a tad bit lonely despite the crowd of bustling people that surrounded her. She sighed again, wishing for something, anything.
“Hey,” a familiar voice sounded next to her ear, cutting across the roaring music and snippets of yelled conversations.
She turned and graced her friend with a smile, “Hey Bridge, how’s it going?”
“Oh, you know," he shrugged, "same old, same old.”
Syd smirked at him. “Nothing is ever the same with you guys.”
He grinned back, “I suppose not.”
A figure burst forth from the crowd, pushing his way through and interposing himself between the two as Jack slipped an arm around each of their shoulders. “Hey babes, how’s it going?”
Syd shrugged. “You know; same old, same old.”
Bridge laughed at the mimic of his earlier statement.
“What’s so funny?” An amused Jack wondered.
“Nothing, Bridge and I were just messing with each other.”
“Don’t go messin' too much, girl," shaking an admonishing finger at her, "he’s not yours to mess with.”
“I know; but I’ve got to have someone to flirt with.” Syd winced inwardly as she realized that came out a lot more despondent-sounding than she had intended. She could only hope that Jack hadn't picked up on it.
Jack shot her a quiet look, breaking any notions she had of him being oblivious. “You seriously need to hook up with someone,” his tone soft and light.
She wrinkled her nose at him, “Got any ideas hot shot? Do you know of anyone who’s currently available?”
“Urr...no, sorry. Wish I did; then at the very least you’d get laid.” He grinned manically then bolted back into the crowd before she'd gained the opportunity to whack him.
Syd shook her head, watching Jack disappear into the throng of pressing bodies. “How do you put up with him?”
Bridge shrugged, “That’s just Jack for you. Wouldn’t change him for the world.”
She smiled lightly and turned back to her drink, sighing.
“Come on,” Bridge lightly tugged on her arm, “come dance with me. You never know," his eyebrows waggled as his voice climbed to mock-cutesy innocence, "you could bump into someone really hot.”
“Sure,” she replied, laughing, allowing him to drag her out to the dance floor. It took a few moments, but moving to the grinding music was beginning to help her relax. It didn’t matter that she was dancing with a guy who was already taken; it just helped her to feel a little less alone.
When the song ended, they threaded their way back through the crowd, back towards their drinks when Syd spotted a newcomer out of the corner of her eye. A little taller than herself, the dusky-skinned woman had long dark locks that Syd could kill for. Not that she didn’t love her own curly blond do, but dark hair had always been a major turn on for her.
She barely noticed as Bridge maneuvered himself around her, thus ensuring that she’d wind up right next to the newcomer.
“Hi there,” Syd greeted jovially.
The woman turned, swiftly taking in the person who addressed her in a single glance. “Hi.”
“Come here often?”
“No; this is my first time in this place.”
“Well, it’s a nice place to hang out. Full of friendly people.”
The dark-haired woman only nodded curtly in reply.
“I’m Syd,” sticking out her hand.
“Z,” the other woman supplied as she took the proffered hand.
“This is my friend Bridge,” thumbing at him over her shoulder. He nodded and waved slightly by way of greeting.
“Hi.”
The conversation was interrupted by a figure sliding up to Z from the opposite side of the bar. “What can I do you for?” the bartender asked.
“Uh...I don’t know. What’s good here?”
He smirked slightly, “Everything. I can whip up anything you want.”
Z stood in thoughtful contemplation as the tall, sandy-haired man waited quietly. “Hmm...I don’t know.”
He dropped his head briefly, shaking it in dismissal, then gazed back up at her. “You’ve got to give me something to work with here.”
“Can I make a suggestion?” Syd gently cut in.
“Sure.”
She fixed her attention on the bartender, “A vodka and cranberry, Sky. That should do it.”
“Right,” he lightly slapped his hand on the bar as he straightened himself back up. “Coming right up.”
Z gave the petite blonde a quick glance, “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. You’ll love it, though. Sky is the best bartender in this city. He’ll fix you up real good. Won’t he, Bridge?" she elbowed her friend in the ribs.
“Oof;" rubbing absently at the place he'd been poked, his face lit up into a devious grin, "yah, absolutely,”
Jack suddenly re-emerged out of nowhere, shoving himself in failed casualty between Syd and Bridge once again. He quickly took in the dark woman with a glance. “Hey! A newbie! How’s it going?”
Z shrugged lightly, “Okay.”
“Hey,” Jack leaned forward slightly, nearly bending overtop of Syd to gain a closer range towards Z. “Don’t let these guys mess with you too much. Bridge is a real killer!”
Jack grunted as he felt a jab to his backside. “I am not,” Bridge mockingly whined, “That’s totally you.”
Sky reappeared and slipped Z her drink, then paused to glare at Jack for a moment before leaning against the bar, using his arms as braces, tension evident in every fiber of his being. “So; are you finally done yet?” The voice was curt and dripping with scorn.
“Done what?” was the innocent reply.
“Done being a pompous ass.”
“That all depends; are you?” Jack snapped.
“Guys...” Bridge cut in quietly, “This isn’t the time or place. Can’t we just relax and forget the whole mess? Please?” A wheedling note of pleading slipped in, Bridge taking full advantage of the fact neither Jack or Sky could resist him when he turned on his wounded puppy persona. He was careful not to overdo or abuse it, as it was oft the only weapon he had at his disposal to keep the other two men from slaying each other.
Sky and Jack exchanged a quick look, resignation warring briefly with frustration and annoyance before they both caved, each focusing on Bridge in the end. “Yah,” Jack nodded lightly, “We can. Or at least I can.”
Sky grunted, “If you weren’t so damn hot-headed all the time...”
“Hey; enough already! Just let it go,” Jack cut in tersely.
Sky dropped his gaze for a moment, sighing loudly, before focusing on Jack once more. “Okay. You’re right. It’s petty and foolish. Let’s just move on.”
Jack grinned hugely, “I knew you’d come around.” He abruptly leaned over the bar and captured Sky’s mouth in a quick, rough kiss. He bounced back quickly, grinning wildly, "Even if you are a pain in the ass," and wrapped an arm about Bridge’s waist, dragging the other man with him out onto the dance floor.
Z observed the entire exchange in utter silence. She was slowly beginning to piece things together as Syd sighed hugely and Sky turned away, grumbling, to attend to other customers.
“Does that happen often?” Z asked quietly.
Syd started a bit, jolted, as she'd practically forgotten that another person remained nearby and gave her a quick glance of puzzlement. “What?" jerking her head slightly towards the man behind the bar, "The guys you mean?”
Z nodded.
“Yah; sometimes. Jack and Sky are both pretty stubborn and hardheaded and neither of them are willing to admit it. If it wasn’t for Bridge, it would probably never work between the two of them.”
“So uh...not wanting to pry or anything here, but which of them is the couple? I mean Jack seems pretty friendly with both of them, and I can’t really tell about Bridge...” she trailed off, shrugging.
Syd smiled, her eyes twinkling. For some inexplicable reason, she found perverse pleasure in explaining the unique relationship of her friends. Probably because the topic opened up so many possibilities of conversation for herself. “They’re not a couple, per se. It’s all three of them.” She shook her head slightly, “You’d never think it, though. They’re all so different from each other, though Jack and Sky do share several personality traits. That’s why they wind up butting heads on occasion. A little too much alike in that department.”
Z arched an eyebrow, “A threesome? Really?" she was genuinely surprised, "That doesn’t happen very often.”
“No,” was the quick agreement, “But somehow, they manage to make it work. Like I said before, Bridge is the key. They’ve been together for a while now. And they’re my best friends in the world.”
Z picked up something slightly odd about the tone of the other woman’s voice, spiking her curiosity. “And what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Nope, no boyfriend. But that’s ok; I’d really prefer to have a girlfriend.”
“Oh...” Z's voice was quiet, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make an assumption or anything...”
“Hey, it’s cool,” Syd gently cut her off with well-practiced ease, “most people are rather surprised that a blonde bombshell would prefer the ladies to the men. Pisses some guys right off,” she shrugged, “It’s okay, I have a guy every now and then, but it’s not what I really want.”
“So you’re bi, then?”
“A little. Guys are okay, but I wouldn’t want one full time. And most are douche bags anyway. All the really nice guys usually don’t want a gal. Case in point,” she jerked her head towards the dance floor as Jack and Bridge resurfaced, Jack's fingers threading through Bridge’s short brown hair before pulling him in for a gentle kiss.
Z smirked slightly, “Yah, I know what you mean. Seems everywhere I go most guys are only interested in getting in your pants. Better off sticking to the women.”
Syd cocked an eyebrow, hope making her tingle. “You too?”
Z nodded.
“Huh.”
“What?” she asked curiously, amusement coloring her voice.
“Oh nothing, just something for me to keep in mind.” Syd smirked slightly.
“Ladies,” Jack proclaimed sidling up to them, wrapping an arm about them both, “Why are you standing here when there’s some kick ass music all around us? Come on; let’s get out there!”
Dragging them away from the bar, Bridge trailing along behind, the foursome stepped in amongst the crowded dance floor. Pulsating colored lights and pounding music assaulted them and Syd smirked slightly as Jack and Bridge conspired to ensure that she and Z were cozily tucked in next to each other as all four of them moved to the flow of the music. Surrounded by three warm, friendly bodies and the inkling hope of something new, Syd was no longer lonely in the slightest.
Fandom: SPD
Pairing: Syd/Z & Jack/Sky/Bridge
Prompt: #1-Beginnings
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, I just like to romp them through my own personal playground. ;)
Summary/Warnings: A group of friends gains (hopefully) a new member. (slash, both m/m & f/f)
Word Count: 1831
Author's Notes: (yes, there will be more of this 'verse too *g*)
Syd leaned casually against the bar, idly twirling the little straw through her drink. Sighing lightly, she took in all the sights, noises and smells of the bustling club. It was pretty jam-packed, not entirely unusual for a Saturday night, but Syd couldn’t help but feel just a tad bit lonely despite the crowd of bustling people that surrounded her. She sighed again, wishing for something, anything.
“Hey,” a familiar voice sounded next to her ear, cutting across the roaring music and snippets of yelled conversations.
She turned and graced her friend with a smile, “Hey Bridge, how’s it going?”
“Oh, you know," he shrugged, "same old, same old.”
Syd smirked at him. “Nothing is ever the same with you guys.”
He grinned back, “I suppose not.”
A figure burst forth from the crowd, pushing his way through and interposing himself between the two as Jack slipped an arm around each of their shoulders. “Hey babes, how’s it going?”
Syd shrugged. “You know; same old, same old.”
Bridge laughed at the mimic of his earlier statement.
“What’s so funny?” An amused Jack wondered.
“Nothing, Bridge and I were just messing with each other.”
“Don’t go messin' too much, girl," shaking an admonishing finger at her, "he’s not yours to mess with.”
“I know; but I’ve got to have someone to flirt with.” Syd winced inwardly as she realized that came out a lot more despondent-sounding than she had intended. She could only hope that Jack hadn't picked up on it.
Jack shot her a quiet look, breaking any notions she had of him being oblivious. “You seriously need to hook up with someone,” his tone soft and light.
She wrinkled her nose at him, “Got any ideas hot shot? Do you know of anyone who’s currently available?”
“Urr...no, sorry. Wish I did; then at the very least you’d get laid.” He grinned manically then bolted back into the crowd before she'd gained the opportunity to whack him.
Syd shook her head, watching Jack disappear into the throng of pressing bodies. “How do you put up with him?”
Bridge shrugged, “That’s just Jack for you. Wouldn’t change him for the world.”
She smiled lightly and turned back to her drink, sighing.
“Come on,” Bridge lightly tugged on her arm, “come dance with me. You never know," his eyebrows waggled as his voice climbed to mock-cutesy innocence, "you could bump into someone really hot.”
“Sure,” she replied, laughing, allowing him to drag her out to the dance floor. It took a few moments, but moving to the grinding music was beginning to help her relax. It didn’t matter that she was dancing with a guy who was already taken; it just helped her to feel a little less alone.
When the song ended, they threaded their way back through the crowd, back towards their drinks when Syd spotted a newcomer out of the corner of her eye. A little taller than herself, the dusky-skinned woman had long dark locks that Syd could kill for. Not that she didn’t love her own curly blond do, but dark hair had always been a major turn on for her.
She barely noticed as Bridge maneuvered himself around her, thus ensuring that she’d wind up right next to the newcomer.
“Hi there,” Syd greeted jovially.
The woman turned, swiftly taking in the person who addressed her in a single glance. “Hi.”
“Come here often?”
“No; this is my first time in this place.”
“Well, it’s a nice place to hang out. Full of friendly people.”
The dark-haired woman only nodded curtly in reply.
“I’m Syd,” sticking out her hand.
“Z,” the other woman supplied as she took the proffered hand.
“This is my friend Bridge,” thumbing at him over her shoulder. He nodded and waved slightly by way of greeting.
“Hi.”
The conversation was interrupted by a figure sliding up to Z from the opposite side of the bar. “What can I do you for?” the bartender asked.
“Uh...I don’t know. What’s good here?”
He smirked slightly, “Everything. I can whip up anything you want.”
Z stood in thoughtful contemplation as the tall, sandy-haired man waited quietly. “Hmm...I don’t know.”
He dropped his head briefly, shaking it in dismissal, then gazed back up at her. “You’ve got to give me something to work with here.”
“Can I make a suggestion?” Syd gently cut in.
“Sure.”
She fixed her attention on the bartender, “A vodka and cranberry, Sky. That should do it.”
“Right,” he lightly slapped his hand on the bar as he straightened himself back up. “Coming right up.”
Z gave the petite blonde a quick glance, “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. You’ll love it, though. Sky is the best bartender in this city. He’ll fix you up real good. Won’t he, Bridge?" she elbowed her friend in the ribs.
“Oof;" rubbing absently at the place he'd been poked, his face lit up into a devious grin, "yah, absolutely,”
Jack suddenly re-emerged out of nowhere, shoving himself in failed casualty between Syd and Bridge once again. He quickly took in the dark woman with a glance. “Hey! A newbie! How’s it going?”
Z shrugged lightly, “Okay.”
“Hey,” Jack leaned forward slightly, nearly bending overtop of Syd to gain a closer range towards Z. “Don’t let these guys mess with you too much. Bridge is a real killer!”
Jack grunted as he felt a jab to his backside. “I am not,” Bridge mockingly whined, “That’s totally you.”
Sky reappeared and slipped Z her drink, then paused to glare at Jack for a moment before leaning against the bar, using his arms as braces, tension evident in every fiber of his being. “So; are you finally done yet?” The voice was curt and dripping with scorn.
“Done what?” was the innocent reply.
“Done being a pompous ass.”
“That all depends; are you?” Jack snapped.
“Guys...” Bridge cut in quietly, “This isn’t the time or place. Can’t we just relax and forget the whole mess? Please?” A wheedling note of pleading slipped in, Bridge taking full advantage of the fact neither Jack or Sky could resist him when he turned on his wounded puppy persona. He was careful not to overdo or abuse it, as it was oft the only weapon he had at his disposal to keep the other two men from slaying each other.
Sky and Jack exchanged a quick look, resignation warring briefly with frustration and annoyance before they both caved, each focusing on Bridge in the end. “Yah,” Jack nodded lightly, “We can. Or at least I can.”
Sky grunted, “If you weren’t so damn hot-headed all the time...”
“Hey; enough already! Just let it go,” Jack cut in tersely.
Sky dropped his gaze for a moment, sighing loudly, before focusing on Jack once more. “Okay. You’re right. It’s petty and foolish. Let’s just move on.”
Jack grinned hugely, “I knew you’d come around.” He abruptly leaned over the bar and captured Sky’s mouth in a quick, rough kiss. He bounced back quickly, grinning wildly, "Even if you are a pain in the ass," and wrapped an arm about Bridge’s waist, dragging the other man with him out onto the dance floor.
Z observed the entire exchange in utter silence. She was slowly beginning to piece things together as Syd sighed hugely and Sky turned away, grumbling, to attend to other customers.
“Does that happen often?” Z asked quietly.
Syd started a bit, jolted, as she'd practically forgotten that another person remained nearby and gave her a quick glance of puzzlement. “What?" jerking her head slightly towards the man behind the bar, "The guys you mean?”
Z nodded.
“Yah; sometimes. Jack and Sky are both pretty stubborn and hardheaded and neither of them are willing to admit it. If it wasn’t for Bridge, it would probably never work between the two of them.”
“So uh...not wanting to pry or anything here, but which of them is the couple? I mean Jack seems pretty friendly with both of them, and I can’t really tell about Bridge...” she trailed off, shrugging.
Syd smiled, her eyes twinkling. For some inexplicable reason, she found perverse pleasure in explaining the unique relationship of her friends. Probably because the topic opened up so many possibilities of conversation for herself. “They’re not a couple, per se. It’s all three of them.” She shook her head slightly, “You’d never think it, though. They’re all so different from each other, though Jack and Sky do share several personality traits. That’s why they wind up butting heads on occasion. A little too much alike in that department.”
Z arched an eyebrow, “A threesome? Really?" she was genuinely surprised, "That doesn’t happen very often.”
“No,” was the quick agreement, “But somehow, they manage to make it work. Like I said before, Bridge is the key. They’ve been together for a while now. And they’re my best friends in the world.”
Z picked up something slightly odd about the tone of the other woman’s voice, spiking her curiosity. “And what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Nope, no boyfriend. But that’s ok; I’d really prefer to have a girlfriend.”
“Oh...” Z's voice was quiet, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make an assumption or anything...”
“Hey, it’s cool,” Syd gently cut her off with well-practiced ease, “most people are rather surprised that a blonde bombshell would prefer the ladies to the men. Pisses some guys right off,” she shrugged, “It’s okay, I have a guy every now and then, but it’s not what I really want.”
“So you’re bi, then?”
“A little. Guys are okay, but I wouldn’t want one full time. And most are douche bags anyway. All the really nice guys usually don’t want a gal. Case in point,” she jerked her head towards the dance floor as Jack and Bridge resurfaced, Jack's fingers threading through Bridge’s short brown hair before pulling him in for a gentle kiss.
Z smirked slightly, “Yah, I know what you mean. Seems everywhere I go most guys are only interested in getting in your pants. Better off sticking to the women.”
Syd cocked an eyebrow, hope making her tingle. “You too?”
Z nodded.
“Huh.”
“What?” she asked curiously, amusement coloring her voice.
“Oh nothing, just something for me to keep in mind.” Syd smirked slightly.
“Ladies,” Jack proclaimed sidling up to them, wrapping an arm about them both, “Why are you standing here when there’s some kick ass music all around us? Come on; let’s get out there!”
Dragging them away from the bar, Bridge trailing along behind, the foursome stepped in amongst the crowded dance floor. Pulsating colored lights and pounding music assaulted them and Syd smirked slightly as Jack and Bridge conspired to ensure that she and Z were cozily tucked in next to each other as all four of them moved to the flow of the music. Surrounded by three warm, friendly bodies and the inkling hope of something new, Syd was no longer lonely in the slightest.