One push is all it takes

Chapter 5

"Spaaaaaaarrtosssss," Sharrkan called as he swung open the other generals bedroom door. There was a small light apart from the sunset from the window illuminating one side of the room where Spartos was sitting at. He was reading a book. Not looking up, he responded,

"Yes?"

Sharrkan hummed, leaving the door open to walk into the clean room. So clean, in fact, it could've been mistaken for Jafar's room.

He tried not to think about it.

He grabbed Spartos' arm, dragging him out of the chair.

"What is this," Spartos asked, following far behind Sharr as they walked down the hallways.

"We're going out drinking!" Sharrkan turned to Spartos, a big fat grin present on his face. The latter was, least to say, jaw-dropped. He stepped closer to Sharr, eyeing around anxiously before whispering,

"You are aware we are not allowed to leave the palace, correct?" Sharrkan huffed, putting his hands on hips and standing straight.

"Well, duh. That just makes me wanna do it more, y'know? Breaking rules, bad boy stuff," he said all too loud. He had no sense of how crucial the circumstances were, did he?

"If you are so keen on 'breaking the rules', then why not ask King Sinbad," Spartos asked, crossing his arms. Sharrkan chuckled, then slouched a little. Odd, this was the first time Spartos saw the other prince slouch. He always held his head high.

"Heh, about that," he started, clearing his throat and standing back up straight- as if reading the others mind. "I already asked him, but he- surprisingly- said no. No explanation. Even gave me a side-eye..." He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. Spartos' eyes narrowed.

"If the King is saying no, then you shouldn't go out. With or without him," he warned. Sharr shrugged, half smile-half grin on his face.

"Well I'm going out, without him. And you're coming with me." He grabbed Spartos' arm again. The shorter prince frowned, but didn't have the voice to tell the taller to stop.

The two stepped into one of the more famous bar in Sindria, where about 3-5 girls were on shift. Since the closing down of Sindria, most of the bars and hot-spots were empty. This one, however, had around 10 customers, not including the two princes.

Sharrkan walked up to where one of the servers was cleaning off a table, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "Table for 2, please," he said in a teasing manner.

Spartos grimaced a little but the woman just smirked and nodded and took them to the back of the bar. "Regular for you, general Sharrkan?"

Sharr waved up and down, dismissing as he spoke. "Yes, and please send Diana and Liz."

The server bowed gently before turning to Spartos.

"A glass of water if fine," he mumbled, but Sharrkan's eyes narrowed as he turned to the server again.

"My friend here will take the same as me."

The server nodded and bowed again before leaving.

"You already know I'm not drinking that ale," Spartos said, causing Sharr to blow him a raspberry. Spartos groaned.

"Come onnnnn, Spar. Live a little. You used to drink all the time with me," Sharrkan shrugged as he teased. Spartos frowned and sat up straighter, if that was even possible. Sharrkan did the exact opposite and slouched further. "What happened to you, dude? Sure, you were stoic before," Spartos nodded, agreeing, "but never to this extent."