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harshboldcharm) wrote2012-04-08 01:43 pm
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Past Bed Mates
They were taking a walk, Wylie had some ridiculous espresso coffee mixed thing in his hand that he was sucking on the straw. He'd been a little restless lately and decided that they should go out during the day, do something a little less like themselves and more... eh, who gives a shit.
At the moment Wylie was trying to convince Jelani to answer his stupid questions. With the straw half hanging out of his mouth, he pointed to some tall, buff guy who looked like he ate steroids for every meal of the day. "Would you fuck that guy?" he asked, snorting a laugh.
At the moment Wylie was trying to convince Jelani to answer his stupid questions. With the straw half hanging out of his mouth, he pointed to some tall, buff guy who looked like he ate steroids for every meal of the day. "Would you fuck that guy?" he asked, snorting a laugh.
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"I can take care of it," she murmured. Addiction hadn't been able to sleep in a very long time. It was nice but she liked to keep moving too.
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she looked over to her sleeping boyfriend. Poor thing looked absolutely mauled, and she wondered if he'd even be able to walk upright this day. Lucky bastard.
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Wylie stirred. He was sore and hung over. His skin was red and welted, an actual open scratch on his collarbone. It was scabbed over at this point. He groaned and turned onto his side towards whoever was closest.
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"Wanna do it again sometime?" She turned her head away from Wylie to look over at teh demon.
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Addiction glanced at Wylie and then back to Jelani, "You're the most fun I've had lately without ruining someone's life. I don't see why I would give that up if I've got the chance."
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"...It's a good idea..." he mumbled finally.
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"Well, I'm gonna go get cleaned up." She left the bed and stretched. Finding a pen and something to write on - a napkin - she scribbled something for Addiction. "Contact info," she said, flashing the demon a grin before wandering off in the direction of the shower.
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Getting up, she stuffed the napkin in her jeans pocket and draped them over the couch before deciding that she'd be joining the hybrid.
Wylie had fallen back asleep.