Bastards (Rhysand x Azriel x Cassian x OC Poly)

~ Four ~

After dinner, the Inner Circle insists I join them in a night out at some club called Rita's. A few minutes later, I find myself seated in a booth between Cassian and Azriel, with Cassian trying to convince me to take shots with him.

"Come on Syl, what have you got to lose?" He whines.

"My dignity," I fire back. "I'm not getting drunk with you, Cassian."

"Why not though? There's no training tomorrow morning so it's not like you'll have to deal with a hangover while doing push-ups."

I sigh. I have to stay focused, and alcohol will not help with that.

"Please? The others are already on their fourth drink and out there dancing. It's just a bit of fun."

"Cass, she doesn't have to if she doesn't want to," Azriel says boredly. He glances at me with a smirk. 

"But you should," he adds. I groan.

"Fine! But not too many."

Cassian whoops and dashes away to get the drinks. I run a hand through my hair.

"What did I just agree to?"

"Oh don't worry," Azriel says. "Drunk Cassian is absolutely hilarious. You'll enjoy it."

Cassian comes back holding a tray of shots. My eyes widen.

"I said not too many!"

"Relax! Eighty percent of these are for me." He winks at me and I laugh, taking one of the tiny glasses from the tray.

"Cheers," I say, clinking my glass against Cassian and Azriel's and knocking it back. The drink burns my throat on the way down and I nearly choke. The males burst into laughter.

"Have you ever done this before?" Cassian snorts. I set my glass down, wrinkling my nose at the aftertaste.

"No," I admit. "My father didn't exactly raise me with much freedom." An uncomfortable silence follows, and I grab another three shots just to break it. I cough after drinking.

"That is positively vile!"

Cassian and Azriel howl with laughter as Rhys approaches the booth, Mor leaning on his shoulder and looking very tipsy.

"Sylvia! Come dance with me," Mor says loudly. Rhys chuckles, carefully removing her arm from his shoulder and sitting down. I hesitantly stand and Mor grabs my hand, dragging me onto the dance floor. I try to keep my wings close to my body amongst the crowd, so as not to hit anyone.

"So what's your story?" Mor asks as she spins around.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for starters, why are you living with Cass and Az in the House of Wind?"

I pause, running a hand through my hair uncomfortably.

"My father is kind of against the changes the High - I mean, Rhysand is making. Y'know, to allow females to learn to fight and such?"

Her eyes widen.

"Please don't tell me he clipped your wings."

"Oh, no," I assure her. "He finds that particular tradition 'distasteful'. But he's definitely one of those who believe females are only suited to domestic labor. So when he discovered I'd signed up to become a Valkyrie... well, I'm no longer welcome in his home."
Mor looks at me pityingly.

"I'm so sorry."

I shrug.

"It's fine. Honestly, I'm better off now."

Mor gives me an unreadable look.

"I'm going to get more drinks," she announces after a moment, staggering away towards the bar. I watch her leave, hoping she doesn't collapse halfway there. I look back at the booth and make my way towards it, maneuvering through the crowd of faeries.

I look back to see if I can see Mor and bump into a tall High Fae.

"Oh! Sorry," I say. He turns to look down at me. He smiles.

"No need to apologize, darling," he purrs. I give him a polite smile and try to push past him. He steps in front of me.

"Hey, where you going? Stay and chat for while," he says, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I feel slightly dizzy, and my thoughts are starting to become slow. Shit. I knew I shouldnt have taken those shots. Thanks a lot, Cassian.

"I'm good," I say, but my voice sounds strange to my ears.

"Can you let me pass please? I need to get back to my table."

The male glances behind him at where the others are seated and snorts.

"They seem to be getting on fine without you. Come meet my friends."

I start to shake my head but a wave of dizziness hits me and I bring a hand to my head. I register him grabbing my arm and leading me towards another table across the room.

"Look what I found," he says to his friends, and his voice sounds far away. Fuck, how strong were those shots? I suddenly feel hands grabbing my waist as I'm pulled back onto the male's lap. I turn my head slowly, sounds distorting. I can't make out what they're saying. Black begins to close in around my vision and I panic, pushing at the male's hands, but they hold tight to my waist.

"Let go!" I manage to say. When he refuses, I flare my wings out and one of them smacks him in the face. His hands loosen and I scramble away from the table, moving through the crowd back to the booth. My head is spinning and I'm seeing double.

"Syl?"

I barely feel it as I fall to the floor.

"Sylvia!"

Blackness envelops my vision and everything goes quiet.

A/N: That was a bit short sorry. Hope you're enjoying, let me know what you think in the comments!
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