Hell On Earth

"Oh my fucking god," Bliss breathed as she staggered back. “Who are you?" She wondered once she had regained stableness form her shock. She pushed her brown hair away from her face and watched the couple with curious eyes. She hadn’t seen them around the neighborhood, or even the shitty school she attended. Uneasiness crawled up her neck like spiders as she waited for their reaction.

Riley laughed a little at the girls reaction "you need to calm down." She said with a shake of her head "here, have some of this," she said extending her bottle of alcohol. 

together-indeath:

Oh, you don't know? Well that's just great.

together-indeath:

Well, when you can't leave. There isn't much else to do, sweetheart.

+together-indeath

I was just wandering, no need to get defensive love.

"I could see why people would tell you that," Ry laughed before taking the last drag of his cigarette before crushing it in his fingers and throwing it away. “Eighty? Well, you’re the hottest eighty year old I’ve ever seen," he smirked at her moving a little closer before ghosting his lips over hers. “And you’re a pretty fucking gorgeous sixteen year old as well," he commented before moving back to his original spot on the couch.

Mimicking him, she put out her cig on the armrest of the couch. At his words, she blushed furiously, biting her bottom lip. “You’re not too bad yourself. I happen to have a thing for guys roughly sixty years younger than me," Lola teased, putting her cherry red lips together in a smirk. She leaned into him slightly, and whispered, “Does that make me a…what do you call it these days… A

Ry smirked back at her, wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her body close to his. "I think it just might, yeah," he said with a smirk before ghosting his lips along hers once more. "Y'know, I've always had a thing for cute girls in red lipstick," he smirked.

Ry leant his head back and blew the smoke out before laughing with the girl next to him. “That’s one of the perks of being dead, you never age." He said with a grin “I was nineteen when I died, which was only last year. What about you?" He asked curiously.

"Sixteen. I turned sixteen January 1st, 1951. So, I really should be like eighty years old. I’m just an old codger," she giggled, picking at her nails. Around Ry, she was all dimples and smiles. “But, I’ve been told I act as petulant and excited as a four year old."

"I could see why people would tell you that," Ry laughed before taking the last drag of his cigarette before crushing it in his fingers and throwing it away. "Eighty? Well, you're the hottest eighty year old I've ever seen," he smirked at her moving a little closer before ghosting his lips over hers. "And you're a pretty fucking gorgeous sixteen year old as well," he commented before moving back to his original spot on the couch.

Ry laughed at the girls reaction before nodding “alright then," he smiled. He pressed his forehead to Lola’s before opening his mouth enough for her to blow the smoke in.

She pursed her lips together and blew into his mouth, before leaning back and bursting into a fit of laughter. “That’s so dumb, and fun. It makes me feel like I’m young again," Lola grinned, and hugged around her knees. “How old are you? I mean, how old were you when you died?" She asked, head cocking slightly.

Ry leant his head back and blew the smoke out before laughing with the girl next to him. "That's one of the perks of being dead, you never age." He said with a grin "I was nineteen when I died, which was only last year. What about you?" He asked curiously.

"I can totally agree with that, professional shit looks too posed. I like the sex tape kind of shit," Riley said with a small laugh, looking over at the girl in the doorway.

"Me too. It’s just so raw… real. Even if you know it’s just a random hookup, it’s so much better than anything the industry could offer." Studying the other, the brunette shuffled her stance slightly. 

"Exactly, found a sex tape the other day. People cannot hide shit in this house properly," Riley laughed "and I'm not gonna lie. It was actually pretty good." She shrugged "don't just stand in the doorway, I'm in a good mood. I promise not to rip your head off," she smiled.

Ry followed the girl and sat down on the couch next to her, “it ain’t bad,just trust me okay? And blow the smoke out before you feel like you’re gonna cough." He said with a small smile “this is gonna sound bad but you gotta open your mouth a little," he said with a laugh. Moving closer to her, one of his hands went softly to the side of her face, cupping her cheek, with the other hand he took a long drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke into Lola’s mouth.

Lola opened her mouth wide, lips slightly curved upwards. A light blush spread to her cheeks as he blew the smoke in, lungs burning. Regardless, she puffed it back out, her eyes staring into his. She bit back a toothy grin, and ducked her head. “That was odd…but cool. Now you gotta let me do it to you," she urged, taking a drag of her cig.

Ry laughed at the girls reaction before nodding "alright then," he smiled. He pressed his forehead to Lola's before opening his mouth enough for her to blow the smoke in.