Hey, so it's been a while! I'm back now though, with my first time writing Sleepceit! (Well, solo, if you count roleplaying as writing that is!) Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 1,305

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Swearing, flirting, Heavy mention of sexual acts (nothing detailed), implied cheating, and mention of alcohol. Let me know if I missed anything!

Side Note: Human Au and Liam is Deceit

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Liam hated this. He had no idea how people could get so wrapped up in stupid flashing lights, overplayed music, and overpriced alcohol, that they would want to come to these nightclubs every weekend. Well, he could easily be called a hypocrite for the last remark, as he currently had a bit of said overpriced alcohol in his system. Roman, one of his 'friends', dragged him here, granted it wasn't a club full of drunk straight girls looking for their third hook-up of the night, that probably would have driven him insane. He had nothing against straight girls of course, but anyone over actively searching for some kind of quick pleasure they wouldn't even remember due to their intoxicated state, he couldn't stand.

Luckily where Roman and his boyfriend brought him was instead full of fellow gays. So that made him a bit less hateful of it, not anywhere close to him actually enjoying it, but, he didn't want to immediately leave. So that was a thing. "C'mon! You gotta get out and dance! Enjoy yourself!" Patton beamed as both he and Roman came back to where they had been sitting previously, hands intertwined and obviously a bit tired out from their own enjoyment of this overplayed Maroon 5 song. Liam only rolled his eyes, "Oh yes, I'll definitely enjoy getting ground against by a bunch of drunken strangers." he remarked sarcastically.

Roman smirked, "You never know, you might enjoy it." His comment prompted Patton to almost spit out his drink, "Roman!!" He scolded, lightly swatting the taller male on the shoulder. Why did he even agree to this? He hated clubs, he hated the overactive flirty people around, and he hated third-wheeling the affectionate couple that he swore had to be the definition of PDA. He got up, muttering a "Whatever" as he left heading to the restrooms, just wanting to get away from the overtone of this situation more than he actually had to use the restroom.

Before he could make it out of the chaos of this place, someone bumped into him, not an uncommon thing of course, but this was more than a simple shoulder brush, it was a forceful shove almost. He turned to yell at the person only to overhear the conversation, "I don't know why you're getting all upset now! You were the cockslut anyway!" The person who didn't bump into him yelled at the person who did, "That was years ago! Don't bring up old shit to cover your new problems!" the other spat back.

Liam wanted to quickly scamper out of the scene, away from this altercation between what seemed like a couple, or hopefully now ex-couple, but before he could the first person shoved the second once again making him recoil back into Liam. There was the sound of something plastic hitting the floor and a small grunt of pain and a hiss in the same manner. He looked over to see the sunglasses the second person had been wearing on the floor and his hands coming up to cover his eyes. The first person rolled his eyes, "You're being so overdramatic! It's not even that bright in here!"

"Bright, flashing, neon lights asshole!!" The other hissed, still covering his eyes, "You know what? We're done! Totally fucking done!" He yelled, quickly running off and outside, using his black leather jacket to hide his eyes even more. Liam was going to leave it alone, just leave it be, but something got the better of him. Seeing the first person only roll his eyes and walk off to begin flirting with someone else made him sick and feel pity for the person. So, before he could change his mind, he quickly grabbed the sunglasses off the floor, luckily he did it before they got stepped on or damaged other than a few scratches.

He walked out, hoping to catch up to the person, he glanced back and forth, the lights of the club's sign illuminating the sidewalk he stood on. He heard muttered curses, more hisses of pain and what sounded like almost crying, coming from the darker alleyway on the side of the building, only lit by the moon's glow. This was either where he dies because he was trying to be nice, or actually help someone. Luckily it was the latter. The guy that had run out was now leaning against the brick wall of the building, his eyes shut tightly.

Liam cleared his throat, successfully gaining the attention of the man, making him open his eyes and look over at him wordlessly. "Uh, here..." Liam said, not sure of what else to say as he held the man's sunglasses to him. The other smiled, "Oh thank fucking god," he said taking them quickly from Liam and wiping them off before putting them on with a sigh of relief, "The asshole has my other pair. So thank you... I've got photosensitive eyes, so I need these fuckers almost all the time." He explained.

Liam couldn't help the slight wince of sympathy, "Oh shit, no problem." There was a second of silence between them before the man spoke up, "I'm Remy," he stated. Liam paused, "Why are we doing introductions, all I did was give you your glasses." he said. Remy's shoulders slumped, and even though Liam couldn't see his eyes, he had a feeling he was either being given an eye-roll or 'Really?' look. "Ya at least earned my name, hun. Just accept it." He spoke. Liam returned the stranger's look with one of his own, instead of attitude, however, it was confusion, "What the hell do you mean by 'earned' it's just a name."

Remy smirked, obviously not expecting that answer, but not upset with it. "I like you, you don't fall for my tricks." He observed, "That's a breath of fresh air." Liam couldn't help but snort at that, "Oh, really? Are you used to people falling at your feet just 'cause you cast a few flirty remarks at them?" He retorted, his tone was light, showing that he wasn't being malicious in his comment. Remy shrugged, "When you're hot ya get used to gettin' what you want," he grinned, "you should know this." He gestured to Liam with the offhanded casual flirt.

"Well, damn," Liam tried to hold back from being outwardly flustered, so he decided to be a bit playfully rude, "One day it might not happen enough for you to be used to it anymore." Remy made a face of feign contemplation, before walking closer to Liam, "Well, maybe, but until that day comes," he pulled a thin sharpie from his pocket, "You can have my number." Liam paused, he despises people like this, flirty guys who only look to hook up... But, maybe, this would be different. The guy obviously had a rough night, and he was hot... If anything happened he could blame it on the alcohol.

"Lemme see your hand babes," Remy asked, holding out his right hand as he twirled the marker in his left, Liam sighed, deciding to give in, letting Remy take his hand and scribble his number down. Liam glanced at the number, trying to remember it in case it rubbed off. "Maybe I'll see you around, hun," Remy said, moving his glasses down to wink at Liam before walking off. Liam sighed, deciding to save the number in his phone, not text it yet, obviously, he'd be seen as a freak who doesn't understand social norms, which is only partially true. He headed back inside as he got a text from Patton, saying that they were getting ready to leave and asking where he was. This would be an interesting thing to explain, Patton notices a lot, and the smaller male definitely noticed and asked about the writing on his hand.