JP - Permanent Buzzkill

It was only once they reached one of their official stops, that he spoke again. “We have to stay in this stupid motel tonight.” He gestured to the building. “Our room is already paid for.” Lighting a cigarette, he got out of the car.

“Will there be entertainment?” Clonestone asked as he walked towards the hotel.

“Like what?” Drizzt asked as he grabbed a bottle of water and his cigarettes, heading inside so they could speak with the front desk clerk. He used his hair to hide the pointed part of his ears.

“The best kind.” He smiled at the receptionist. “Can you send us two prostitutes?”

The front desk clerk looked at Clonestone like he was high on crack. “No.” He said.

“It’s a motel, not a whore house.” Drizzt rolled his eyes and handed the clerk the information he needed. They were handed a pair of keys for their room. Tossing one to Clonestone, the metal user made his way to the room, adjusting his jacket.

Clonestone sighed and went to his room. There was a box of tissues but he wanted to use someone. He got on his phone to check Craigslist.

Drizzt was annoyed that he had to be with this rapist for the job, but wasn’t about to say anything, so he just tried to sleep. Their room was cheap, dusty, and smelled of rotten wood. Even if Clonestone brought someone in, he’d have a hard time keeping things quiet because they could already hear a couple yelling in the room next to theirs.

Clonestone did bring someone in. He did not mind the yelling, he wished it was screaming. He held back a little, not doing everything he would have liked since they were on a job. She was still in a fair bit of pain after she left though. Clonestone lay back in bed and remembered Tzeitel.

“Do you have to hurt everyone you fuck?” Drizzt asked as he smoked another cigarette.

“That’s how I know I did a good job, when they’re bleeding.” Clonestone said, stretching contentedly. He was seeing Tzeitel beneath him in his mind’s eye.

Drizzt sighed heavily and put out his cigarette. “Just get some sleep.” He said and laid down, trying to sleep.

Clonestone went to sleep, though he woke up after a few hours to use some tissues.

When Clonestone woke up, he’d realize there was no complaints about him and his tissues…because Drizzt was not in the room.

Clonestone hoped Drizzt was getting laid so he’d be more pleasant in the morning. He rolled over and went back to sleep.

When morning arrived, Drizzt would press a lit cigarette to Clonestone’s face to wake him up.

Clonestone woke up with a shriek. He thickened his skin and jumped out of bed. “What the hell? You could have gotten a hooker for that!”

Drizzt chuckled. “Nah,” He said and made his way to the door. “Waking you up was easier.” Tossing the lit cigarette into the room where it started to light the carpet on fire, he stepped out. “Might wanna get moving.”

“If we were going to burn the place down I could have done more with that slut last night.” Clonestone said, stepping out of the room.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Drizzt muttered and got in the car. Once Clonestone was buckled up, he got them back on the road and handed over a phone. “Call the only number on there and see if they’ve gotten any sightings of our targets.”

Clonestone took the phone. He started looking for porn.

"I said make the call, moron!" Drizzt snapped.

"Looking at it would cheer you up." Clonestone muttered, not bothering to close the browser full of graphic violence, just going to the home screen and tapping on the call icon. He called the number.

An annoyed voice answered. “Yes?” It was female and very familiar…

“Hey!” Clonestone greeted her, recognizing the voice. “That damned speedster interrupted us, I was about to make you oink. We need to get back together soon.”

“Excuse me?” Loreen’s voice had an angry tone to it. “I’ll have you fucked by one of my mutants if you imply that we’ve been together, Canestone.” She warned.

“Who is it?” Drizzt asked as he switched lanes.

“It’s Loreen.” Clonestone’s free hand went to his fly. “I’m not implying, I’m saying we have been together. I fucked you bloody, I think I was your first. If not your first I was your best at least.”

“THE RULES!” Drizzt yelled as he slammed on the breaks. People had to swerve around them, honking horns. “I swear to God, if you pull that fucking tiny dick of yours out, I’ll turn you into a living slushie that’s unrecognizable!”

“Is that Drizzt?” Loreen’s voice asked. “And I’d rather blow my own brains out than let you touch me, Canestone, so get to the point or I’m hanging up. You best follow Drizzt’s orders…”

“You need to fuck, Drizzt!” Clonestone said sulkily, placing his hand on the dashboard. “You didn’t have the means to blow your brains out…” It took Clonestone a moment to remember what his order was. “Have there been any sightings of our targets?”

“No.” Loreen hissed. “And when I see you, I’m cutting off your cock.” She hung up.

“She says ‘no’. Tried to deny our wonderful time together too.” Clonestone sighed, going back to the torture videos.

Irritated, Drizzt snatched the phone back and got rid of everything that Clonestone had been watching, pocketing it. “Don’t use my phone for your filth!” He growled and got back to driving, still ignoring people that honked at him. “Yeah, yeah, fuck off…stupid people…”

“Why are you such a permanent buzzkill?” Clonestone asked. “I think that’s your real power.”

“None of your fucking business.” Drizzt waved a hand and got them to the next location where they would have to wait for information about where James and Tzeitel were at.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Cloenstone asked. “I can fix that for you.”

“I’m not interested.” Drizzt growled as he got their room set up. “I’m asexual. It means I have little to no interest in sex, so stop bothering me about it!” Lighting a cigarette, he tossed Clonestone one of the keys. “I’m going to get some food. Do whatever you want in the room while I’m gone - just make sure it’s clean when I’m back!”