#m; steff

With her back turned to the rail, she casually glanced up to the mirrors, catching him in the reflection heading her way. A small gasp came from her before she spun around and left the bar side for a second.

"Steffyyyyyy!!" She giggled before hugging him tightly. "When did you get back into town?"

"How many times have I told you not to call me Steffy?" He says before wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly "I just got back into town a few days ago but I've been a bit busy so I couldn't come and see you." Steff then whispers in her ear "Had to send some very juicy soul to hell for their punishment now, didn't I?"

He leans back out from her ear and keeps his arms around her just holding her to him "Since when have you become a bartender? The last time I was around you were working days at a grocery or something of the sort, what happened with that? Did you get fired or did you quit?"

"I... might have fallen asleep... what were you saying?"

"I'm so exhausted that I can't even feel tired anymore." Steff sighs out and then relaxes back into Rayne's couch. "I haven't slept in five days and I don't know why. There's nothing that I can think of that I've done or that has been done to me that could explain it. I mean someone could have cursed me but I would be able to sense the magic."

He then gets up and starts pacing "I would take something to sleep but noting normal would effect me. I would have to go and get a demon or a witch to do something for me and after much experience I don't trust either one of those."

"What did I even just say to get that reaction Rayne? I mean I haven't even told you to stop drinking before you puke all over my living room carpet yet." Steff looks at her with a drunken smile on his face, chuckling at her. "I bet I could just say your name right now and get in trouble for it. I think we might have overdone it a bit Rayne."

"That soul was corrupt before it even died, or it wouldn't have been trying to get in my pants that hard." Steff looks at her with a mean look on his face "There's not a soul that's ever been born that can't be corrupted to a degree. Oh, I know that people like to think that people with religion are as pure as new fallen snow but I'm afraid not, they have things that they will sell their souls for too if you give them the chance."

Rayne was about to storm off when he grabbed her and pulled her to him, causing her to snarl before she looked up to him. “Let... go.”

"No, you don't get to start shit with me about doing my job Rayne. I had to give that guy over whether you thought he deserved it or not. He made a goddamn deal." Steff hisses his eyes gone completely black "So he wasn't the saint that you thought he was for having a wife, that's not my fault." He gets down in her face "I'm the one that makes 'em pay when their time comes due and at least I don't make them suffer when I do it."

"Your favorite bar pal could have gotten a demon that takes their soul with a side of pain instead he got pleasure so what the fuck's wrong with you Rayne?" Steff tilts his head to the side "You wishing you'd taken me up on all those times I offered you a place in my bed. Is that it babe?" He says evilly.

"Nope, just means that my dates get a little freaked when I bring them to my friend's apartment to fuck that's all it means." Steff then laughs bright and takes the last box from the hall and starts to walk through the door "Well, do you want the five-cent tour or what Rayne? You house is my house and all that jazz." He puts the box down on the kitchen counter and then stretches his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit.