Chaos

Demonic Metaphysics

Ryker

The food was good. Amazing, in fact.

Ryker had eaten enough that he didn't look completely out of place, even with Daryl to be eating enough for probably four people.

The bourbon and wine were amazing as well. But the teasing from his mate was by far the best part of the night, though Ryker had enough of people watching them, ogling Daryl and flirting outrageously with either or both of them. He was content to bring Daryl back to the hotel and distract and tease Daryl for the rest of the night.

Daryl had drank enough that he was half dozing on Ryker's shoulder during the ride home, Ryker casually rubbing the back of his neck, listening to his cowboy purr in contentment. Ryker hadn't wanted to move and disturb Daryl when they pulled up in front of the hotel, but he reluctantly got out, pulling his half asleep mate with him as they walked through the lobby and to the elevator.

At this time of night, there was no one there and Ryker half debated using the elevator ride to start having fun, but one look at his still groggy mate and Ryker smiled happily and merely slid his arm around the man's waist, holding him up. Daryl nuzzled his jaw and purred some more, and it was all Ryker could do to half-carry the other man down the hall and into their suite before Daryl's ears and tail appeared.

"I'm just going to let Car know we had a good night." Ryker murmured, pulling out his phone and starting to type the message when Daryl let out a curse and sprinted to the bathroom.

Ryker sent the message half complete, dropping the phone and bolting after his mate, who had begun throwing up. His initial thought was that Daryl had drank too much, though as he moved to crouch beside the man, he did a mental tally that made little sense.

One glass of whiskey and three small glasses of wine had never been enough to cause Daryl to get sick. Sure, they hadn't been drinking as much with Meri being pregnant, but Daryl was not that drunk. Ryker had seen Daryl drunk enough to forget how to speak English and not get ill.

"Shh... love... you're alright." Ryker rubbed Daryl's back as the man flushed the toilet and sat back slightly, though he still looked ill.

Wincing at the smell of puke, Ryker shifted to fill a cup with water and put it into Daryl's hands, right around the time that he realized his phone was ringing. He glanced in that direction, just as Daryl resumed emptying his stomach, choosing to stay where he was. But he slipped his hand into Daryl's pocket for the man's phone even as it started ringing.

"Hello."

"Ryke?" It was Carbry, concern evident in the man's voice. "What's going on?"

Daryl waved him away wordlessly, his heaving done for the moment. Ryker paused for a moment before kissing the top of his head and standing, striding out of the room, though he left the door open. "Sorry. Daryl is... he's really sick, Car... He was fine before... he's not drunk..."

"Is it food poisoning?" Carbry asked suddenly, the man's frown clear in his tone.

Ryker shook his head before sighing when he realized that Carbry could not see that motion. "Like bad food? It didn't taste off... but I don't know a lot about sea food. Would I have been able to tell? Or Daryl?"

"Get water into him. I'll get a doctor down. And I'm going to destroy the owner of that restaurant." Carbry growled, before pausing and talking to someone else. His words were muffled, though Ryker could tell by the man's tone that he was speaking to Meri.

Ryker paused to glance into the bathroom, frowning when he saw Daryl sitting back against the glass wall of the shower. "We're going to get a doctor. Car thinks it might be food poisoning."