It’s Peyton, bitches 💅🏼

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦

Who needs friends? I’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t I?

*She slides her hands down from his face, over his neck, and rests them on the collar of his jacket.*

Hell yeah.

Strutting boldly, Chaz leads Peyton to his place: a small abandoned warehouse located in a shady alleyway.

You’ll have to excuse the mess. Didn’t have time to clean up. But not to worry! I have the essentials!

Nearby his bed — a cheap mattress on the ground — was a long string of condoms hanging off the lamp. He pulls off two packets from the string.

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

He pushes Peyton back slowly, trying to force away his own thoughts about his not-girlfriend.

*The place isn’t much worse than her apartment was when she first freefell to Hell. So the atmosphere doesn’t bother her so much as the situation as a whole.*

*She’s overcome by a strange emotion when she looks at Chaz; a complete stranger and definitely not the person she wants to be with, so much so that she can’t help but speak her mind.*

Chaz pauses. He wasn’t used to deep conversations before, during or after sex (or whatever this was). He was always the type for a quick pump-and-dump and then scurry off to the next conquest to add to his infamous sex resume.

Until he met…

His signature grin falls slowly, and for once he can’t get himself into the mood. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Peyton’s questions hit a deep part of him he tried so hard to repress.

…I…I can’t really answer that for you, babes. I’m kinda in the same boat here. You know, with fucking up relationships. Guess that’s why I prefer no strings attached sex, ‘cuz that’s something I definitely can’t fuck up. Hahah…get it? I made a joke?

The silence in the room feels suffocating despite his attempt at lightening the mood.

*Peyton thinks about what he said, and it makes perfect sense for her as well. She’s never excelled at anything that matters. Dumb as a post when it came to school, never made a sports team, not artistic, but can have meaningless flings like no one’s business.*

I guess… that’s how I feel, too. The only things I’m ever gonna be good at are things where nothing’s expected of me.

*She thinks deeper on it, and tears fill her eyes.*

Can’t throw a ball, can’t carry a tune, can’t do long division, what makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay? -💅🏼

What makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay?

He had loved Moxxie, sure. But he fucked that one up. Big time. All because he was a coward. And coming back only made things far worse.

*Peyton shakes her head, trying hard not to cry in front of this scuzzy stranger that she’s supposed to be having meaningless sex with.*

Maybe that’s a sign, huh? A sign that I can’t be helped. I’m doomed to act a fool and hurt the people who matter for whatever’s left of my stupid, worthless existence.

*She gets up and crosses the room, placing one hand on the wall and the other over her face.*

So what’s the point, then? What’s the point in trying to get better, in trying to apologize, in trying to right my wrongs, when… -💅🏼

(When Lute’s just gonna kill me the instant she has her chance.)

Chaz frowns. What was supposed to be a night of fun had gotten him thinking again about his own life and decisions. He was sure that any minute now he’d awake to Crimson knocking at his cheap door to snuff him out for good. And when if that happened, he wouldn’t have anyone missing him.

Except that psycho maid.

The thought gives him pause. Why was he thinking about her all of a sudden? She was nuts!! She liked stabbing things and murder! He wasn’t very smart but he was sure that was a red flag of some sort. Then again, it wasn’t like he wasn’t already a walking red flag anyway so just maybe she wasn’t so bad.

I mean…it doesn’t have to be like that. As long as you got at least one person who seems to think the best of you, even when you know you’re not much. Then again, I did already fuck that up in the past soooo…

An awkward cough.

…Okay okay, what I’m trying to say is it’s never too late to keep trying to be better. As long as you’re trying, it will all be worth it.

And besides, you might be some Sinner in Hell, but I seriously doubt you’ve done worse than the shit I — a bonafide Hellborn — have done. So, there’s hope for you!

He needed to add a quick disclaimer in case his words ruined her life further.

*She sighs heavily as she thinks of each instance. She never had any true romantic feelings for Sadie, and that can’t be changed, but, gosh, did she really have to do her like that? She should’ve called it off amicably when she knew she didn’t love her, but nOoOoOo. She just had to be a mega bitch.*

(Why couldn’t I have loved her? I… I wish I could’ve loved her. Maybe if I did, none of this would’ve happened. Maybe we wouldn’t have died. Maybe I’d be happy.)

*Now she thinks of Obie. Sure, she could run back to him with the hope that she’d be granted the chance to make things right, but… which is better? To leave on a low note and spare him from being sad when she gets ganked, or to have a happy little life together for a while before one swift swing of a sword takes it away?*

*She looks at Chaz. Could they really be so similar? Could he really be right about this?*

Yeah, I can do that. Shake on it?

He extends his hand to her.

Shake on it.

*They clasp hands in what is not so much a deal, but rather an accountability pact.*

My name’s Peyton. And you’re… The Chazster, right? -💅🏼

*She thinks for a moment as she gathers her things.*

Why not! I’m so down for being casual friends who don’t have sex! Huh. Never thought I’d say that…

He looks for a pen and paper to hand Peyton his number. Finding only a pen, he uses an unopened condom to write his number.

Thanks. You do the same. I hope you got something out of this, too, even though it’s not my usual.

*She gathers her things and heads for the door.*

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦

Who needs friends? I’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t I?

*She slides her hands down from his face, over his neck, and rests them on the collar of his jacket.*

Hell yeah.

Strutting boldly, Chaz leads Peyton to his place: a small abandoned warehouse located in a shady alleyway.

You’ll have to excuse the mess. Didn’t have time to clean up. But not to worry! I have the essentials!

Nearby his bed — a cheap mattress on the ground — was a long string of condoms hanging off the lamp. He pulls off two packets from the string.

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

He pushes Peyton back slowly, trying to force away his own thoughts about his not-girlfriend.

*The place isn’t much worse than her apartment was when she first freefell to Hell. So the atmosphere doesn’t bother her so much as the situation as a whole.*

*She’s overcome by a strange emotion when she looks at Chaz; a complete stranger and definitely not the person she wants to be with, so much so that she can’t help but speak her mind.*

Chaz pauses. He wasn’t used to deep conversations before, during or after sex (or whatever this was). He was always the type for a quick pump-and-dump and then scurry off to the next conquest to add to his infamous sex resume.

Until he met…

His signature grin falls slowly, and for once he can’t get himself into the mood. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Peyton’s questions hit a deep part of him he tried so hard to repress.

…I…I can’t really answer that for you, babes. I’m kinda in the same boat here. You know, with fucking up relationships. Guess that’s why I prefer no strings attached sex, ‘cuz that’s something I definitely can’t fuck up. Hahah…get it? I made a joke?

The silence in the room feels suffocating despite his attempt at lightening the mood.

*Peyton thinks about what he said, and it makes perfect sense for her as well. She’s never excelled at anything that matters. Dumb as a post when it came to school, never made a sports team, not artistic, but can have meaningless flings like no one’s business.*

I guess… that’s how I feel, too. The only things I’m ever gonna be good at are things where nothing’s expected of me.

*She thinks deeper on it, and tears fill her eyes.*

Can’t throw a ball, can’t carry a tune, can’t do long division, what makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay? -💅🏼

What makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay?

He had loved Moxxie, sure. But he fucked that one up. Big time. All because he was a coward. And coming back only made things far worse.

*Peyton shakes her head, trying hard not to cry in front of this scuzzy stranger that she’s supposed to be having meaningless sex with.*

Maybe that’s a sign, huh? A sign that I can’t be helped. I’m doomed to act a fool and hurt the people who matter for whatever’s left of my stupid, worthless existence.

*She gets up and crosses the room, placing one hand on the wall and the other over her face.*

So what’s the point, then? What’s the point in trying to get better, in trying to apologize, in trying to right my wrongs, when… -💅🏼

(When Lute’s just gonna kill me the instant she has her chance.)

Chaz frowns. What was supposed to be a night of fun had gotten him thinking again about his own life and decisions. He was sure that any minute now he’d awake to Crimson knocking at his cheap door to snuff him out for good. And when if that happened, he wouldn’t have anyone missing him.

Except that psycho maid.

The thought gives him pause. Why was he thinking about her all of a sudden? She was nuts!! She liked stabbing things and murder! He wasn’t very smart but he was sure that was a red flag of some sort. Then again, it wasn’t like he wasn’t already a walking red flag anyway so just maybe she wasn’t so bad.

I mean…it doesn’t have to be like that. As long as you got at least one person who seems to think the best of you, even when you know you’re not much. Then again, I did already fuck that up in the past soooo…

An awkward cough.

…Okay okay, what I’m trying to say is it’s never too late to keep trying to be better. As long as you’re trying, it will all be worth it.

And besides, you might be some Sinner in Hell, but I seriously doubt you’ve done worse than the shit I — a bonafide Hellborn — have done. So, there’s hope for you!

He needed to add a quick disclaimer in case his words ruined her life further.

*She sighs heavily as she thinks of each instance. She never had any true romantic feelings for Sadie, and that can’t be changed, but, gosh, did she really have to do her like that? She should’ve called it off amicably when she knew she didn’t love her, but nOoOoOo. She just had to be a mega bitch.*

(Why couldn’t I have loved her? I… I wish I could’ve loved her. Maybe if I did, none of this would’ve happened. Maybe we wouldn’t have died. Maybe I’d be happy.)

*Now she thinks of Obie. Sure, she could run back to him with the hope that she’d be granted the chance to make things right, but… which is better? To leave on a low note and spare him from being sad when she gets ganked, or to have a happy little life together for a while before one swift swing of a sword takes it away?*

*She looks at Chaz. Could they really be so similar? Could he really be right about this?*

Yeah, I can do that. Shake on it?

He extends his hand to her.

Shake on it.

*They clasp hands in what is not so much a deal, but rather an accountability pact.*

My name’s Peyton. And you’re… The Chazster, right? -💅🏼

*She thinks for a moment as she gathers her things.*

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦

Who needs friends? I’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t I?

*She slides her hands down from his face, over his neck, and rests them on the collar of his jacket.*

Hell yeah.

Strutting boldly, Chaz leads Peyton to his place: a small abandoned warehouse located in a shady alleyway.

You’ll have to excuse the mess. Didn’t have time to clean up. But not to worry! I have the essentials!

Nearby his bed — a cheap mattress on the ground — was a long string of condoms hanging off the lamp. He pulls off two packets from the string.

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

He pushes Peyton back slowly, trying to force away his own thoughts about his not-girlfriend.

*The place isn’t much worse than her apartment was when she first freefell to Hell. So the atmosphere doesn’t bother her so much as the situation as a whole.*

*She’s overcome by a strange emotion when she looks at Chaz; a complete stranger and definitely not the person she wants to be with, so much so that she can’t help but speak her mind.*

Chaz pauses. He wasn’t used to deep conversations before, during or after sex (or whatever this was). He was always the type for a quick pump-and-dump and then scurry off to the next conquest to add to his infamous sex resume.

Until he met…

His signature grin falls slowly, and for once he can’t get himself into the mood. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Peyton’s questions hit a deep part of him he tried so hard to repress.

…I…I can’t really answer that for you, babes. I’m kinda in the same boat here. You know, with fucking up relationships. Guess that’s why I prefer no strings attached sex, ‘cuz that’s something I definitely can’t fuck up. Hahah…get it? I made a joke?

The silence in the room feels suffocating despite his attempt at lightening the mood.

*Peyton thinks about what he said, and it makes perfect sense for her as well. She’s never excelled at anything that matters. Dumb as a post when it came to school, never made a sports team, not artistic, but can have meaningless flings like no one’s business.*

I guess… that’s how I feel, too. The only things I’m ever gonna be good at are things where nothing’s expected of me.

*She thinks deeper on it, and tears fill her eyes.*

Can’t throw a ball, can’t carry a tune, can’t do long division, what makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay? -💅🏼

What makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay?

He had loved Moxxie, sure. But he fucked that one up. Big time. All because he was a coward. And coming back only made things far worse.

*Peyton shakes her head, trying hard not to cry in front of this scuzzy stranger that she’s supposed to be having meaningless sex with.*

Maybe that’s a sign, huh? A sign that I can’t be helped. I’m doomed to act a fool and hurt the people who matter for whatever’s left of my stupid, worthless existence.

*She gets up and crosses the room, placing one hand on the wall and the other over her face.*

So what’s the point, then? What’s the point in trying to get better, in trying to apologize, in trying to right my wrongs, when… -💅🏼

(When Lute’s just gonna kill me the instant she has her chance.)

Chaz frowns. What was supposed to be a night of fun had gotten him thinking again about his own life and decisions. He was sure that any minute now he’d awake to Crimson knocking at his cheap door to snuff him out for good. And when if that happened, he wouldn’t have anyone missing him.

Except that psycho maid.

The thought gives him pause. Why was he thinking about her all of a sudden? She was nuts!! She liked stabbing things and murder! He wasn’t very smart but he was sure that was a red flag of some sort. Then again, it wasn’t like he wasn’t already a walking red flag anyway so just maybe she wasn’t so bad.

I mean…it doesn’t have to be like that. As long as you got at least one person who seems to think the best of you, even when you know you’re not much. Then again, I did already fuck that up in the past soooo…

An awkward cough.

…Okay okay, what I’m trying to say is it’s never too late to keep trying to be better. As long as you’re trying, it will all be worth it.

And besides, you might be some Sinner in Hell, but I seriously doubt you’ve done worse than the shit I — a bonafide Hellborn — have done. So, there’s hope for you!

He needed to add a quick disclaimer in case his words ruined her life further.

*She sighs heavily as she thinks of each instance. She never had any true romantic feelings for Sadie, and that can’t be changed, but, gosh, did she really have to do her like that? She should’ve called it off amicably when she knew she didn’t love her, but nOoOoOo. She just had to be a mega bitch.*

(Why couldn’t I have loved her? I… I wish I could’ve loved her. Maybe if I did, none of this would’ve happened. Maybe we wouldn’t have died. Maybe I’d be happy.)

*Now she thinks of Obie. Sure, she could run back to him with the hope that she’d be granted the chance to make things right, but… which is better? To leave on a low note and spare him from being sad when she gets ganked, or to have a happy little life together for a while before one swift swing of a sword takes it away?*

*She looks at Chaz. Could they really be so similar? Could he really be right about this?*

Yeah, I can do that. Shake on it?

He extends his hand to her.

Shake on it.

*They clasp hands in what is not so much a deal, but rather an accountability pact.*

My name’s Peyton. And you’re… The Chazster, right? -💅🏼

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦

Who needs friends? I’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t I?

*She slides her hands down from his face, over his neck, and rests them on the collar of his jacket.*

Hell yeah.

Strutting boldly, Chaz leads Peyton to his place: a small abandoned warehouse located in a shady alleyway.

You’ll have to excuse the mess. Didn’t have time to clean up. But not to worry! I have the essentials!

Nearby his bed — a cheap mattress on the ground — was a long string of condoms hanging off the lamp. He pulls off two packets from the string.

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

He pushes Peyton back slowly, trying to force away his own thoughts about his not-girlfriend.

*The place isn’t much worse than her apartment was when she first freefell to Hell. So the atmosphere doesn’t bother her so much as the situation as a whole.*

*She’s overcome by a strange emotion when she looks at Chaz; a complete stranger and definitely not the person she wants to be with, so much so that she can’t help but speak her mind.*

Chaz pauses. He wasn’t used to deep conversations before, during or after sex (or whatever this was). He was always the type for a quick pump-and-dump and then scurry off to the next conquest to add to his infamous sex resume.

Until he met…

His signature grin falls slowly, and for once he can’t get himself into the mood. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Peyton’s questions hit a deep part of him he tried so hard to repress.

…I…I can’t really answer that for you, babes. I’m kinda in the same boat here. You know, with fucking up relationships. Guess that’s why I prefer no strings attached sex, ‘cuz that’s something I definitely can’t fuck up. Hahah…get it? I made a joke?

The silence in the room feels suffocating despite his attempt at lightening the mood.

*Peyton thinks about what he said, and it makes perfect sense for her as well. She’s never excelled at anything that matters. Dumb as a post when it came to school, never made a sports team, not artistic, but can have meaningless flings like no one’s business.*

I guess… that’s how I feel, too. The only things I’m ever gonna be good at are things where nothing’s expected of me.

*She thinks deeper on it, and tears fill her eyes.*

Can’t throw a ball, can’t carry a tune, can’t do long division, what makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay? -💅🏼

What makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay?

He had loved Moxxie, sure. But he fucked that one up. Big time. All because he was a coward. And coming back only made things far worse.

*Peyton shakes her head, trying hard not to cry in front of this scuzzy stranger that she’s supposed to be having meaningless sex with.*

Maybe that’s a sign, huh? A sign that I can’t be helped. I’m doomed to act a fool and hurt the people who matter for whatever’s left of my stupid, worthless existence.

*She gets up and crosses the room, placing one hand on the wall and the other over her face.*

So what’s the point, then? What’s the point in trying to get better, in trying to apologize, in trying to right my wrongs, when… -💅🏼

(When Lute’s just gonna kill me the instant she has her chance.)

Chaz frowns. What was supposed to be a night of fun had gotten him thinking again about his own life and decisions. He was sure that any minute now he’d awake to Crimson knocking at his cheap door to snuff him out for good. And when if that happened, he wouldn’t have anyone missing him.

Except that psycho maid.

The thought gives him pause. Why was he thinking about her all of a sudden? She was nuts!! She liked stabbing things and murder! He wasn’t very smart but he was sure that was a red flag of some sort. Then again, it wasn’t like he wasn’t already a walking red flag anyway so just maybe she wasn’t so bad.

I mean…it doesn’t have to be like that. As long as you got at least one person who seems to think the best of you, even when you know you’re not much. Then again, I did already fuck that up in the past soooo…

An awkward cough.

…Okay okay, what I’m trying to say is it’s never too late to keep trying to be better. As long as you’re trying, it will all be worth it.

And besides, you might be some Sinner in Hell, but I seriously doubt you’ve done worse than the shit I — a bonafide Hellborn — have done. So, there’s hope for you!

He needed to add a quick disclaimer in case his words ruined her life further.

*She sighs heavily as she thinks of each instance. She never had any true romantic feelings for Sadie, and that can’t be changed, but, gosh, did she really have to do her like that? She should’ve called it off amicably when she knew she didn’t love her, but nOoOoOo. She just had to be a mega bitch.*

(Why couldn’t I have loved her? I… I wish I could’ve loved her. Maybe if I did, none of this would’ve happened. Maybe we wouldn’t have died. Maybe I’d be happy.)

*Now she thinks of Obie. Sure, she could run back to him with the hope that she’d be granted the chance to make things right, but… which is better? To leave on a low note and spare him from being sad when she gets ganked, or to have a happy little life together for a while before one swift swing of a sword takes it away?*

*She looks at Chaz. Could they really be so similar? Could he really be right about this?*

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦

Who needs friends? I’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t I?

*She slides her hands down from his face, over his neck, and rests them on the collar of his jacket.*

Hell yeah.

Strutting boldly, Chaz leads Peyton to his place: a small abandoned warehouse located in a shady alleyway.

You’ll have to excuse the mess. Didn’t have time to clean up. But not to worry! I have the essentials!

Nearby his bed — a cheap mattress on the ground — was a long string of condoms hanging off the lamp. He pulls off two packets from the string.

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

He pushes Peyton back slowly, trying to force away his own thoughts about his not-girlfriend.

*The place isn’t much worse than her apartment was when she first freefell to Hell. So the atmosphere doesn’t bother her so much as the situation as a whole.*

*She’s overcome by a strange emotion when she looks at Chaz; a complete stranger and definitely not the person she wants to be with, so much so that she can’t help but speak her mind.*

Chaz pauses. He wasn’t used to deep conversations before, during or after sex (or whatever this was). He was always the type for a quick pump-and-dump and then scurry off to the next conquest to add to his infamous sex resume.

Until he met…

His signature grin falls slowly, and for once he can’t get himself into the mood. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Peyton’s questions hit a deep part of him he tried so hard to repress.

…I…I can’t really answer that for you, babes. I’m kinda in the same boat here. You know, with fucking up relationships. Guess that’s why I prefer no strings attached sex, ‘cuz that’s something I definitely can’t fuck up. Hahah…get it? I made a joke?

The silence in the room feels suffocating despite his attempt at lightening the mood.

*Peyton thinks about what he said, and it makes perfect sense for her as well. She’s never excelled at anything that matters. Dumb as a post when it came to school, never made a sports team, not artistic, but can have meaningless flings like no one’s business.*

I guess… that’s how I feel, too. The only things I’m ever gonna be good at are things where nothing’s expected of me.

*She thinks deeper on it, and tears fill her eyes.*

Can’t throw a ball, can’t carry a tune, can’t do long division, what makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay? -💅🏼

What makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay?

He had loved Moxxie, sure. But he fucked that one up. Big time. All because he was a coward. And coming back only made things far worse.

*Peyton shakes her head, trying hard not to cry in front of this scuzzy stranger that she’s supposed to be having meaningless sex with.*

Maybe that’s a sign, huh? A sign that I can’t be helped. I’m doomed to act a fool and hurt the people who matter for whatever’s left of my stupid, worthless existence.

*She gets up and crosses the room, placing one hand on the wall and the other over her face.*

So what’s the point, then? What’s the point in trying to get better, in trying to apologize, in trying to right my wrongs, when… -💅🏼

(When Lute’s just gonna kill me the instant she has her chance.)

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦

Who needs friends? I’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t I?

*She slides her hands down from his face, over his neck, and rests them on the collar of his jacket.*

Hell yeah.

Strutting boldly, Chaz leads Peyton to his place: a small abandoned warehouse located in a shady alleyway.

You’ll have to excuse the mess. Didn’t have time to clean up. But not to worry! I have the essentials!

Nearby his bed — a cheap mattress on the ground — was a long string of condoms hanging off the lamp. He pulls off two packets from the string.

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

He pushes Peyton back slowly, trying to force away his own thoughts about his not-girlfriend.

*The place isn’t much worse than her apartment was when she first freefell to Hell. So the atmosphere doesn’t bother her so much as the situation as a whole.*

*She’s overcome by a strange emotion when she looks at Chaz; a complete stranger and definitely not the person she wants to be with, so much so that she can’t help but speak her mind.*

Chaz pauses. He wasn’t used to deep conversations before, during or after sex (or whatever this was). He was always the type for a quick pump-and-dump and then scurry off to the next conquest to add to his infamous sex resume.

Until he met…

His signature grin falls slowly, and for once he can’t get himself into the mood. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Peyton’s questions hit a deep part of him he tried so hard to repress.

…I…I can’t really answer that for you, babes. I’m kinda in the same boat here. You know, with fucking up relationships. Guess that’s why I prefer no strings attached sex, ‘cuz that’s something I definitely can’t fuck up. Hahah…get it? I made a joke?

The silence in the room feels suffocating despite his attempt at lightening the mood.

*Peyton thinks about what he said, and it makes perfect sense for her as well. She’s never excelled at anything that matters. Dumb as a post when it came to school, never made a sports team, not artistic, but can have meaningless flings like no one’s business.*

I guess… that’s how I feel, too. The only things I’m ever gonna be good at are things where nothing’s expected of me.

*She thinks deeper on it, and tears fill her eyes.*

Can’t throw a ball, can’t carry a tune, can’t do long division, what makes me think I could ever make someone happy enough to stay? -💅🏼

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦

Who needs friends? I’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t I?

*She slides her hands down from his face, over his neck, and rests them on the collar of his jacket.*

Hell yeah.

Strutting boldly, Chaz leads Peyton to his place: a small abandoned warehouse located in a shady alleyway.

You’ll have to excuse the mess. Didn’t have time to clean up. But not to worry! I have the essentials!

Nearby his bed — a cheap mattress on the ground — was a long string of condoms hanging off the lamp. He pulls off two packets from the string.

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

He pushes Peyton back slowly, trying to force away his own thoughts about his not-girlfriend.

*The place isn’t much worse than her apartment was when she first freefell to Hell. So the atmosphere doesn’t bother her so much as the situation as a whole.*

*She’s overcome by a strange emotion when she looks at Chaz; a complete stranger and definitely not the person she wants to be with, so much so that she can’t help but speak her mind.*

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦

Who needs friends? I’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t I?

*She slides her hands down from his face, over his neck, and rests them on the collar of his jacket.*

Hell yeah.

Strutting boldly, Chaz leads Peyton to his place: a small abandoned warehouse located in a shady alleyway.

You’ll have to excuse the mess. Didn’t have time to clean up. But not to worry! I have the essentials!

Nearby his bed — a cheap mattress on the ground — was a long string of condoms hanging off the lamp. He pulls off two packets from the string.

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦

Who needs friends? I’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t I?

*She slides her hands down from his face, over his neck, and rests them on the collar of his jacket.*

*Sung to the tune of Ridin’ Dirty*

We see you perchin’,

You’re roostin’,

You squawk when you try to say you’re not a birdie.

Try to say you’re not a birdie, try to say you’re not a birdie, try to say you’re not a birdie, try to say you’re not a birdie.

But you’ve got feathers,

For preening.

Keen eyesight, but you still say you’re not a birdie.

🎵 You're acting out, I guess you need my attention.

Insisting on your howling but I feel I should mention,

you're just a little pup, and I can see you tucking your tail.

[How cute...]

Tell me now sparky, what gave you the itch?

To act all brave and daring when you're just a...

Well...

Ain't nowhere you can run and hide in Hell...

I am anointed and I've slain, more of your kind than Lucifer could name.

Hell is forever, but I admit, I have some fun trying to empty it!

So bark and yelp, but no bite left within her.

The countdown is close, and your just a sinner. 🎵

See you again soon, Peyt.-🗡

I was only joking…….. real funny, huh, old pal? Haha…..

...Don't touch me.

Yes ma’am. I mean, miss. Miss Ma’am. Madam. Commander.

…

*All it takes is the steely look in Lute’s eyes to make her shake in her shoes.*

How about we just forget about this, huh? It was a dumb joke anyway. Everyone knows you’re—

*She speaks too loudly, overselling it.*

—CLEARLY NOT A BIRD. HAHA.

*Sung to the tune of Ridin’ Dirty*

We see you perchin’,

You’re roostin’,

You squawk when you try to say you’re not a birdie.

Try to say you’re not a birdie, try to say you’re not a birdie, try to say you’re not a birdie, try to say you’re not a birdie.

But you’ve got feathers,

For preening.

Keen eyesight, but you still say you’re not a birdie.

🎵 You're acting out, I guess you need my attention.

Insisting on your howling but I feel I should mention,

you're just a little pup, and I can see you tucking your tail.

[How cute...]

Tell me now sparky, what gave you the itch?

To act all brave and daring when you're just a...

Well...

Ain't nowhere you can run and hide in Hell...

I am anointed and I've slain, more of your kind than Lucifer could name.

Hell is forever, but I admit, I have some fun trying to empty it!

So bark and yelp, but no bite left within her.

The countdown is close, and your just a sinner. 🎵

See you again soon, Peyt.-🗡

I was only joking…….. real funny, huh, old pal? Haha…..

*What she does see, however, is an extra lonely looking fellow attempting to play pool by himself in a poorly lit corner of the room. Bingo. She shoots her whiskey without so much as a flinch, then strides over.*

YOU! -💅🏼

@sinner-peyton

Recovering from whatever it was with Niffty and Ember, Chaz was lost in thought. He perks up at Peyton’s voice.

Huh? Me? -🦈💦

You here with someone?

*Not like that’s ever stopped her from hooking up with some random schmoe at a bar before. She shakes her head, dismissing her own question, then nods towards his drink.*

Uh, a Coke and Rum. Get your own! I’m pretty sure they’re like five bucks or something at the bar!

He regretted those words as soon as he said it, fearing for his life once more.

…Oh. Oh.

Well in that case…

He tosses away his drink easily, putting one hand on the pool table and the other on his hip.

The ol’ Chazster can certainly show you something worth writing home about, if you catch my drift~. -🦈💦