#⌇the wheel of misfortune ( 𝙑𝙚𝙭 / 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙜 )

[distopea]

✨interaction and bond tag dump (and sorry that you're here fgsd)

[distopea]

Finally, she started to feel pissed off by his attitude; and he had to say, seeing a girl in a skirt and wiggling her ass next to her wheelchair was the best sight he ever had for a long time. Vex knew that he was overstepping, on purpose, every limit possible, but she was so funny with her small size and her furious stare. Like fuck, he didn't know that someone so fragile could be so aggressive? God, between mocking and hurting her, there was a world of possibility and he definitely felt powerful. “Manners? Nah, we don’t do that here.” He chuckled again, and wowed when she grabbed his collar. 

“Kinky. You like to pull on people’s clothes because you have short hair and no one returns the favor? Don’t worry, I can always plaster a sucker up there if you really miss that sensation.” He laughed at her face, because he knew how much it was working. He grabbed her wrist, and didn’t hesitate to crush her bone in return, but only to bruise her skin, not to actually break something; not yet. “Leaving? Nah girl, I love being here. But I don’t mind giving you a pushing hand and letting you feel the ground for good.” He pulled on her wrist strongly, but not enough to throw her against the tiles of the club; she was safe on her bench, at least for now. Yet, another yanked he she might be kissing the shoe prints down there. “What do you say, ugh? You could crawl your way out while I sit on your back?” 

She seemed to hate him, wishing him the worst kind of death, and Vex eventually unwrapped his own hand the moment she abandoned her grip as well. He sighed and plunged his fingers inside his empty drink, finding the rest of the crushed ice from his previous cocktail and threw it at her face. “You’re really not funny.” He pushed his back into his booth and observed her. “For a girl who wanted to hit on me, you really have a way to cockblock people.” A dramatic sigh, before he patted her wheelchair again. “Like, I could have been nice and all.” 

Fang's expression soured when he insulted her yet again, only confirming how much of a child he still was, but even so, it annoyed her to the core. At least she would not take the insults from someone like that to heart but the annoyance he elicited in her felt like another form of torture.

"What makes you think, I am still hitting on you?" No amount of good looks would cover that shit personality. "Hey?!" she snapped, when she saw him put out his cigarette on one of her wheelchair's armrests, that still stood at the side of the table. Though with him occupying the bench now, it was impossible for her to reach it, unless she seriously wanted to attempt to climb over him. "D-do you have no manners?!" She seriously wondered, considering there was no way someone could be this much of a dickhead. First her skirt and now her wheelchair, where this idiot probably had no idea, how expensive these could be, though whatever mark he had left was probably treatable, the sheer disrespect hurt nonetheless.

His hand was slapped away, before he could even touch her cheek. For that she grabbed his collar to pull him down on her eye level. "I want you to fuck off this instantly!" she hissed, as her tolerance hit the limit. She had thought that he was somewhat bearable but he was truly insufferable, whatever mother raised him up must have been a total bitch, or a father that had not beaten him enough, because clearly he had not learned a single thing throughout his life, or how can you become such an asshole on the level of a preschooler?! And now he had the audacity to twist things like, she had been interested in him from the start, even though it had been him trying to gain her attention first, with a drink that left her legs sticky and wet. She was pissed at him, and at herself for even giving this idiot a chance, for even believing that someone might have been interested in her. "You are so ... disgusting, I hope you die the most painful death of all." No girl should suffer under this guy, his death would be a blessing to this planet, even if small. Her hands let go, shoving against his chest, so he would piss off finally.

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To the comment of her dysfunctional spine, Vex only imagined medical torture for that. If her nerves weren’t working, then he wanted to learn the exact and precise point where the junction between numbness and pain would meet. Bad thoughts, but surely, better than this whole conversation. He was chronically bored with social interactions, even if she was at least a bit more fun than those chicks who were offended whenever he opened his mouth. “Too bad, so you’re not half useless if you can’t even bend down like that. You’re just full garbage.” He said with a fake pout, the intention to hurt and provoke behind his words. He hadn’t anything particular against her, nor the fact she was in a wheelchair, but it was satisfying to provoke people this way. 

“Wow, you’re so offended that I don’t pay for a drink that you compare my cock to a toddler’s? Kinda ridiculous the way you hit on people.” He raised an eyebrow and openly laughed, tapping his cigarette butt onto the ashtray before he eyed her. “For a girl who wants to gag on something, you surely have a big mouth.” He commented, before he eventually moved closer and crushed his cigarette against the armpits of her wheelchair, before throwing it somewhere in the room. The club always had people to clean anyway, so he wouldn’t bother or mind trashing it a bit more. Apparently, they were okay to have trash as clients anyway. 

She wasn’t leaving; well, rolling away, so it meant that she was still entertained in whatever conversation they had. Vex was curious to what extent her despair could be, while he was nothing but a walking red flag and made it impossible to even be likable. Curiosity wasn’t a good motive when it came to someone like him, but since she was pushing the conversation, he decided to tag along for now and see how much she had no principle whatsoever. He rested his cheek against his hand, listening attentively. “I look like a dude who cares much if a girl leaves my bed all happy and giggly?” He raised an eyebrow, and slid himself even closer, to the point that he even rolled his arm around her shoulders.

“Nah, I know you don’t like that. You want to be destroyed. You want to be thrilled. Otherwise, why would you even be here talking to me, mmh?” He said with a wicked smile, the pad of his index caressing her cheek. He paused, frowned. "What's yar name again?"

"What, ... so you are into cripples?" Or rather the helpless, she assumed when he mentioned her legs, half covered by her black skirt that was still drenched from his stupid cocktail, and most likely her panties too, which made her feel almost glad that she did not feel it. A thought, that made her look down again, her jacket doing little apart of simply covering up the mess. Why was no stupid waiter passing by, probably too busy with the louder folk in the back. "Half my spine is shit, so why don't you simply come closer and lap it off yourself, I still take the money," she smiled and offered her open palm for a moment. Sure funny this dude kept his distance, even though she had no sharp objects near her - be it fork or knife, that she would gladly ram into his dick, once had given her enough reason to do so. "Don't you like strawberry anymore?"

The smoke would only irritate her eyes once again, though a cough left her after all with how thick the smoke was. Fang appeared rather sour at first. The problem was, that she had yet to get a guy into a bed again in the first place. Her last attempts ended not so well, despite taking the initiative. It sure had nagged on her ego. "If you insist," she huffed, still disliking his alias though. "Vex..." she repeated and snorted at the thought of a woman yelling that name during her orgasm, well... if he even had the skill, considering how his first attempt started with intoxicating her with alcohol. "How should I be upset about something, that doesn't exist." Smirking for a second, till he butchered her name. "You talk like a toddler, probably got a dick like one as well, ... nothing to gag on," she countered, but even so, she remained annoyed. She rather not hear her name like this the rest of the conversation.

"Ah, ... so you like being the alpha male huh?" She was almost amazed, how he did not hide his shit personality at all, not even pretending to be a charming gentleman, quite the opposite. And as much as she wanted to strangle him, she was still entertained, and definitely trying to keep him here. Knowing that her friends would disapprove almost immediately of her choices in men, but they were not the ones in her position. Though even before her accident, she had not been overly picky, enjoying the attention far too much, she received from guys, even if they just wanted to fuck something finally. It was still better than to be completely ignored. "But wouldn't it be a little bit too boring, if I were too obedient? Why can't you be a good boy, and bring me a proper drink finally? Crawling on all fours." She was grinning now, even if he would not indulge her now, she clearly was having fun with her current fantasies.

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Certainly, he couldn’t be a saint. There was no such thing in this world, and all his intentions were to point out how much he was in quest of toxicity tonight. First with a tapped drink… A now with a rather funny conversation, as he openly mocked her disability and her attitude. He was having fun for sure, an unconventional one, but that was basically what he adored the most; people being upset at him. She was fierce, yet, the moment he would stand up and leave, she would be reminded that she was not even able to be his equal; she was half of a woman after all. 

“I was intrigued by your look. Then I saw your legs and I got it.” He chuckled once more, and still had no intention, at least for now, to pay for a drink. He had just spilled it on her dysfunctional legs to cover his tracks, but it wouldn’t mean he was about to be devoted and kind to her. “I got you a drink, and you got it right on your legs. I bet you’re the kind of flexible bitch to lap your own thighs. I can give you cash just to watch, you know.” He provoked her, his dark eyes flashing from the corner of his booth, with the same mocking grin extended on his lips. He liked the way she didn’t back down. She could bite for sure, and she seemed to be used to dealing with assholes. It made the challenge even more interesting in the end. 

He blew another cloud of smoke right into her face - he had noticed the way she had blinked - and eventually gave a shrug. “Why ya care if it’s real or not, ugh? Even if we fuck, you’re not the kind of girl people call back, right? So alias or not, that’s all you got.” He was mean on purpose, for sure, but he could easily believe that she was a lonely girl. In the end, she couldn’t get up and go dancing with the others; she was stuck there having a conversation with weirdos, and she seemed quite bitter about life in general. He looked back at her and smiled. “Maybe I have a cute name, yeah. Maybe cuter than your face. Makes you upset?” He eventually tapped the butt of his cigarette to release the ashes, and raised an eyebrow. “Gag Fangy, got it.” He winked at her, butchering her name just to see if it was that important for her. 

“I like girls who know when they have to shut up.” He explained before he leant forward. “Or pretty girls who smile and laugh at my jokes so they can have their free cocktails.” He hated it, but lying felt good as always. “So… Wanna pretend you’re a cutie and get your free glass of coke, Fangy?” 

"Ah... and you are the saint here then?" She had to snort at his accusation; having done quite a few things but drugging was not on that list. That was for the total losers or creeps. Boy sure changed his attitude quick, trying to be all charming in the beginning but apparently it had been all just a cheap act, he was not trying at all anymore. It would amaze her if his thin patience ever allowed him to get a girl in the first place.

What a sore loser, she thought when he seriously tried to upset her with the memory of her accident. Meanwhile she looked down at her legs, raising the jacket a little but it had done barely its job at drying his mess. At least it was a cold drink. She does not need burns on top of her issues, even if she could care less how her body looked at this point, taking care of burnt skin would only mean more work. "Man, what brought you to me in the first place then, huh? You still got me a drink," she smirked as she reached for the empty glass and run her finger across the brim, allowing herself a faint taste after all. Honestly, she quite liked sweet stuff, even if strawberry was not her absolute favorite flavor now.

She stayed seated on the bench and thus playing along, not wanting to slide over and expose herself to him once more. The thought of struggling to move made her cringe, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her like that. Meanwhile the smoke did not bother her apart of blinking a little with her eyes, considering how prone she was of smoking herself at times. "Is that your alias?" No way that was his real name. "Are you afraid of sharing yer real name?" She leaned forward, almost placing her arms on top of the table till recalling it was still wet. Fang would smile just a bit. "I bet it's a really cute or embarrassing one." Not fitting for a supposed tough guy like him. "I'm Gao Fang." And she sure felt prideful of her name, probably the only nice thing her mother had ever done for her. "So? What kind of nice do you want? Should I stroke your ego a little bit." And she did not even bother looking up at him but down, what else could he possibly want? Clearly not here for friendship, if he tried to pick up girls.