Balance And Control

Sweet, Sweet Revenge

Plotting revenge is something I am fairly good at, and thank god I was since Sersi didn’t have a mean bone in her body. 

“Revenge is a dish best served piping hot!” I explained, pacing in front of her as she lounged on my bed. “We need to burn them so bad they won’t even think about going back to that pub.”

“I don’t know, they weren’t really doing anything wrong. It’s not like they cheated on us or anything. Are you sure punishment is the right retaliation?”

“So, you’re telling me that going to get drunk in the middle of the day, surrounding yourself with beautiful lasses, and seemingly forgetting you’re in a committed relationship until your partner shows up to collect you, doesn’t require some kind of comeuppance?” 

“Well, when you put it that way…” 

“Look, I’m not suggesting we go and flirt with some person in town or get drunk and make a fool of ourselves. All I’m saying is that we can’t just let them get away with it.” 

“Then what do we do?” 

I pondered for a moment, stroking an imaginary beard, concocting a fitting punishment. I knew they meant no harm, but knowing they had willingly gotten drunk and let themselves be groped and complimented by women other than us made my blood boil. I thought about just flat out ignoring them for a day, but that was too simple. 

“What if we pretend we’re fine with it, get them all hot and bothered, and then ditch them?” Sersi suggested. “A sort of ‘you can look but you can’t touch.’” 

“That just might work. But first we wake them up none too nicely, put the hungover stage to good use,” I added. We shook on it, agreeing that it was just cruel enough to make them regret ever going day drinking. 

I threw open the door to Druig’s room, summoning bright sunlight to fill every crevice of the space. “Rise and shine, sweetheart,” I bellowed, being as loud as possible. “The sun is up and you should be too. It’s the first non rainy day all week, let’s go enjoy it!” 

“Turn off the sun, please,” he groaned, rolling over and shoving his face in a pillow. 

“Nope! Get off your ass, Dru.” I yanked the blankets off him. “The day is young. Why don’t we go and get a drink?”

“No, no more alcohol. Please, Eri, my love, leave me be. My head is pounding.”

I bent over him so I was right next to his face. “And who’s fault is that?” I yelled, grinning in satisfaction when he flinched and clapped a hand over his ear. “You wanna spend the day drinking, you reap the consequences, love.” 

“Ar son Dé,” he whined. (For God’s sake) 

“Is féidir liom ag scread tú i dteanga ar bith.” (I can scream at you in any language) I grabbed his ankles and pulled until he fell off the bed with a thud. With a grunt, he rolled onto his back, squinting up at me with disdain. “Look at that, you’re out of bed.” 

“You are an evil woman.”

I let the light evaporate, leaving us in the gloomy shadow of an Irish evening. “Oh, babe, I’m just getting started,” I drawled. “I need a shower, can I use yours?” I slowly undid my corset, watching his eyes watching me with a hazy interest, the effects of his tavern excursion wearing off. I slid off the top skirt, leaving me in the petticoat and blouse. I knew I would have to be fast if I wanted to keep him away. I waited until he started to push himself off the floor and bolted towards his bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it, cackling maliciously. 

“Ereida, open the door, darling,” he said lowly. 

“Nope, I’m taking a shower.” The familiar hum of energy that came with Druig using his powers rippled through the air. “Aw, sweetheart, I know you’re desperate, but that’s not gonna work,” I taunted, thoroughly enjoying the situation.