It’s Peyton, bitches 💅🏼

RIP me 😭

[sinner-peyton]

did you ever have a pregnancy scare?

One. Then my parents put my dumb ass on birth control and that was the end of that. -💅🏼

[sinner-peyton]

surprised I didn’t see you playing in the Puppy Bowl this year!

Fuck off. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

HAH! That’s easy! My dick!

In fact, I got two to spare! So if you wanna bring along a friend, I am more than equipped for some extra fun~. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*After some quick thought, it seems that Peyton’s only friend is Lee, who has apparently retired from ventures such as this. How does she get around that without sounding lame?*

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.*

Take me back to your place, and I’ll show you what they can do. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

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.

Ready to take two bones at once, doggy? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She disregards the rest of the decor, if you can call it that, and nods towards the condom display.*

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

*Peyton kisses him, but it feels all wrong. She tries to ignore it, sitting him down on the bed and straddling him, but her movements are slow, hesitant.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz feels the hesitation in her movements, and it reminds him of his own reservations about going down on a random stranger like he used to always do. His mind kept going back to…the maid, of all people. Weird.

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

Uh, this is the part where we usually get to third base within five seconds but you seem not too into it. Is it the room? Because hey, rent is hella expensive right now, and this was the best place I could find for cheap. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, it’s not the room…

*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.*

When am I going to stop hurting people who don’t deserve it? People who care about me? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Uhhhh…what?

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.

Uh, sorry. That wasn’t a good one. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, no, it’s okay, I get it.

*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? -💅🏼

*Well, there were two that did. Or, at the very least, tried to. And though the situations were a bit different, they ended the same; Peyton hitting the road and leaving a good-hearted person hurting and yearning.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz scratches the back of his neck, wishing he had something to say to make this less strange. But it was already too late. It was a question he had asked himself too many times when he was alone.

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.

You, like, ever consider therapy? I’ve been trying it out and it’s helped — when I remember to go, that is. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

I was going for a while. Then my therapist GHOSTED me. How pathetic is that?

*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.)

*She goes quiet.*

[ask-chaz]

Oh. Oof. That’s tough.

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.

But that’s, like, my opinion. So whatever. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

I had someone like that. Twice, actually. And both times I split. Both times I hurt them. Like a dumb fucking idiot.

*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?*

Alright, tell you what. I’ll try again. But only if you do, too. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

He gives a soft smile back. He wasn't too sure he could automatically get better right away, but trying was a start. And maybe, he could be happy in his new life, even if he did have a raging mafia boss on his tail and a crazy maid on him too. But unfortunately for him, he was realizing that he might a little be into crazy.

Yeah, I can do that. Shake on it?

He extends his hand to her.

Oh and by the way, I don't think I caught your name through all this. You got one, right? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton nods in agreement.*

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 chuckles a little, knowing that that can’t possibly be his real name. Or… can it?*

[ask-chaz]

Admittedly, no. That’s not my name, but it’s close! Name’s Chaz — Chaz Thurman!

So, now that we’re not fucking, can I help you with anything? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, I think, in a really unanticipated way, I got exactly what I needed from this. Thanks. I… hope you did, too.

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

Actually, uh, would you wanna meet up for burgers and fries sometime? Like, as friends? Just to make sure we’re still alive and trying our best? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

A friend? It was strange and uncharted territory for Chaz but it couldn’t hurt.

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.

Be safe out there, okay? And…I’m glad I was able to kinda help you tonight. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She chuckles at the makeshift note paper, then puts it in her back pocket for now.*

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.*

I’ll text you soon. Take care, Chaz! -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

HAH! That’s easy! My dick!

In fact, I got two to spare! So if you wanna bring along a friend, I am more than equipped for some extra fun~. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*After some quick thought, it seems that Peyton’s only friend is Lee, who has apparently retired from ventures such as this. How does she get around that without sounding lame?*

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.*

Take me back to your place, and I’ll show you what they can do. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

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.

Ready to take two bones at once, doggy? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She disregards the rest of the decor, if you can call it that, and nods towards the condom display.*

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

*Peyton kisses him, but it feels all wrong. She tries to ignore it, sitting him down on the bed and straddling him, but her movements are slow, hesitant.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz feels the hesitation in her movements, and it reminds him of his own reservations about going down on a random stranger like he used to always do. His mind kept going back to…the maid, of all people. Weird.

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

Uh, this is the part where we usually get to third base within five seconds but you seem not too into it. Is it the room? Because hey, rent is hella expensive right now, and this was the best place I could find for cheap. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, it’s not the room…

*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.*

When am I going to stop hurting people who don’t deserve it? People who care about me? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Uhhhh…what?

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.

Uh, sorry. That wasn’t a good one. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, no, it’s okay, I get it.

*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? -💅🏼

*Well, there were two that did. Or, at the very least, tried to. And though the situations were a bit different, they ended the same; Peyton hitting the road and leaving a good-hearted person hurting and yearning.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz scratches the back of his neck, wishing he had something to say to make this less strange. But it was already too late. It was a question he had asked himself too many times when he was alone.

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.

You, like, ever consider therapy? I’ve been trying it out and it’s helped — when I remember to go, that is. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

I was going for a while. Then my therapist GHOSTED me. How pathetic is that?

*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.)

*She goes quiet.*

[ask-chaz]

Oh. Oof. That’s tough.

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.

But that’s, like, my opinion. So whatever. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

I had someone like that. Twice, actually. And both times I split. Both times I hurt them. Like a dumb fucking idiot.

*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?*

Alright, tell you what. I’ll try again. But only if you do, too. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

He gives a soft smile back. He wasn't too sure he could automatically get better right away, but trying was a start. And maybe, he could be happy in his new life, even if he did have a raging mafia boss on his tail and a crazy maid on him too. But unfortunately for him, he was realizing that he might a little be into crazy.

Yeah, I can do that. Shake on it?

He extends his hand to her.

Oh and by the way, I don't think I caught your name through all this. You got one, right? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton nods in agreement.*

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 chuckles a little, knowing that that can’t possibly be his real name. Or… can it?*

[ask-chaz]

Admittedly, no. That’s not my name, but it’s close! Name’s Chaz — Chaz Thurman!

So, now that we’re not fucking, can I help you with anything? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, I think, in a really unanticipated way, I got exactly what I needed from this. Thanks. I… hope you did, too.

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

Actually, uh, would you wanna meet up for burgers and fries sometime? Like, as friends? Just to make sure we’re still alive and trying our best? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

HAH! That’s easy! My dick!

In fact, I got two to spare! So if you wanna bring along a friend, I am more than equipped for some extra fun~. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*After some quick thought, it seems that Peyton’s only friend is Lee, who has apparently retired from ventures such as this. How does she get around that without sounding lame?*

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.*

Take me back to your place, and I’ll show you what they can do. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

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.

Ready to take two bones at once, doggy? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She disregards the rest of the decor, if you can call it that, and nods towards the condom display.*

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

*Peyton kisses him, but it feels all wrong. She tries to ignore it, sitting him down on the bed and straddling him, but her movements are slow, hesitant.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz feels the hesitation in her movements, and it reminds him of his own reservations about going down on a random stranger like he used to always do. His mind kept going back to…the maid, of all people. Weird.

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

Uh, this is the part where we usually get to third base within five seconds but you seem not too into it. Is it the room? Because hey, rent is hella expensive right now, and this was the best place I could find for cheap. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, it’s not the room…

*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.*

When am I going to stop hurting people who don’t deserve it? People who care about me? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Uhhhh…what?

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.

Uh, sorry. That wasn’t a good one. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, no, it’s okay, I get it.

*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? -💅🏼

*Well, there were two that did. Or, at the very least, tried to. And though the situations were a bit different, they ended the same; Peyton hitting the road and leaving a good-hearted person hurting and yearning.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz scratches the back of his neck, wishing he had something to say to make this less strange. But it was already too late. It was a question he had asked himself too many times when he was alone.

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.

You, like, ever consider therapy? I’ve been trying it out and it’s helped — when I remember to go, that is. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

I was going for a while. Then my therapist GHOSTED me. How pathetic is that?

*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.)

*She goes quiet.*

[ask-chaz]

Oh. Oof. That’s tough.

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.

But that’s, like, my opinion. So whatever. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

I had someone like that. Twice, actually. And both times I split. Both times I hurt them. Like a dumb fucking idiot.

*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?*

Alright, tell you what. I’ll try again. But only if you do, too. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

He gives a soft smile back. He wasn't too sure he could automatically get better right away, but trying was a start. And maybe, he could be happy in his new life, even if he did have a raging mafia boss on his tail and a crazy maid on him too. But unfortunately for him, he was realizing that he might a little be into crazy.

Yeah, I can do that. Shake on it?

He extends his hand to her.

Oh and by the way, I don't think I caught your name through all this. You got one, right? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton nods in agreement.*

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 chuckles a little, knowing that that can’t possibly be his real name. Or… can it?*

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

HAH! That’s easy! My dick!

In fact, I got two to spare! So if you wanna bring along a friend, I am more than equipped for some extra fun~. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*After some quick thought, it seems that Peyton’s only friend is Lee, who has apparently retired from ventures such as this. How does she get around that without sounding lame?*

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.*

Take me back to your place, and I’ll show you what they can do. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

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.

Ready to take two bones at once, doggy? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She disregards the rest of the decor, if you can call it that, and nods towards the condom display.*

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

*Peyton kisses him, but it feels all wrong. She tries to ignore it, sitting him down on the bed and straddling him, but her movements are slow, hesitant.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz feels the hesitation in her movements, and it reminds him of his own reservations about going down on a random stranger like he used to always do. His mind kept going back to…the maid, of all people. Weird.

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

Uh, this is the part where we usually get to third base within five seconds but you seem not too into it. Is it the room? Because hey, rent is hella expensive right now, and this was the best place I could find for cheap. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, it’s not the room…

*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.*

When am I going to stop hurting people who don’t deserve it? People who care about me? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Uhhhh…what?

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.

Uh, sorry. That wasn’t a good one. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, no, it’s okay, I get it.

*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? -💅🏼

*Well, there were two that did. Or, at the very least, tried to. And though the situations were a bit different, they ended the same; Peyton hitting the road and leaving a good-hearted person hurting and yearning.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz scratches the back of his neck, wishing he had something to say to make this less strange. But it was already too late. It was a question he had asked himself too many times when he was alone.

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.

You, like, ever consider therapy? I’ve been trying it out and it’s helped — when I remember to go, that is. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

I was going for a while. Then my therapist GHOSTED me. How pathetic is that?

*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.)

*She goes quiet.*

[ask-chaz]

Oh. Oof. That’s tough.

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.

But that’s, like, my opinion. So whatever. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

I had someone like that. Twice, actually. And both times I split. Both times I hurt them. Like a dumb fucking idiot.

*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?*

Alright, tell you what. I’ll try again. But only if you do, too. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

HAH! That’s easy! My dick!

In fact, I got two to spare! So if you wanna bring along a friend, I am more than equipped for some extra fun~. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*After some quick thought, it seems that Peyton’s only friend is Lee, who has apparently retired from ventures such as this. How does she get around that without sounding lame?*

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.*

Take me back to your place, and I’ll show you what they can do. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

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.

Ready to take two bones at once, doggy? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She disregards the rest of the decor, if you can call it that, and nods towards the condom display.*

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

*Peyton kisses him, but it feels all wrong. She tries to ignore it, sitting him down on the bed and straddling him, but her movements are slow, hesitant.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz feels the hesitation in her movements, and it reminds him of his own reservations about going down on a random stranger like he used to always do. His mind kept going back to…the maid, of all people. Weird.

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

Uh, this is the part where we usually get to third base within five seconds but you seem not too into it. Is it the room? Because hey, rent is hella expensive right now, and this was the best place I could find for cheap. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, it’s not the room…

*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.*

When am I going to stop hurting people who don’t deserve it? People who care about me? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Uhhhh…what?

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.

Uh, sorry. That wasn’t a good one. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, no, it’s okay, I get it.

*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? -💅🏼

*Well, there were two that did. Or, at the very least, tried to. And though the situations were a bit different, they ended the same; Peyton hitting the road and leaving a good-hearted person hurting and yearning.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz scratches the back of his neck, wishing he had something to say to make this less strange. But it was already too late. It was a question he had asked himself too many times when he was alone.

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.

You, like, ever consider therapy? I’ve been trying it out and it’s helped — when I remember to go, that is. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

I was going for a while. Then my therapist GHOSTED me. How pathetic is that?

*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.)

*She goes quiet.*

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

HAH! That’s easy! My dick!

In fact, I got two to spare! So if you wanna bring along a friend, I am more than equipped for some extra fun~. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*After some quick thought, it seems that Peyton’s only friend is Lee, who has apparently retired from ventures such as this. How does she get around that without sounding lame?*

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.*

Take me back to your place, and I’ll show you what they can do. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

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.

Ready to take two bones at once, doggy? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She disregards the rest of the decor, if you can call it that, and nods towards the condom display.*

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

*Peyton kisses him, but it feels all wrong. She tries to ignore it, sitting him down on the bed and straddling him, but her movements are slow, hesitant.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz feels the hesitation in her movements, and it reminds him of his own reservations about going down on a random stranger like he used to always do. His mind kept going back to…the maid, of all people. Weird.

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

Uh, this is the part where we usually get to third base within five seconds but you seem not too into it. Is it the room? Because hey, rent is hella expensive right now, and this was the best place I could find for cheap. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, it’s not the room…

*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.*

When am I going to stop hurting people who don’t deserve it? People who care about me? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Uhhhh…what?

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.

Uh, sorry. That wasn’t a good one. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, no, it’s okay, I get it.

*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? -💅🏼

*Well, there were two that did. Or, at the very least, tried to. And though the situations were a bit different, they ended the same; Peyton hitting the road and leaving a good-hearted person hurting and yearning.*

[ask-sadie-morgan]

@sinner-peyton this where you work? -🔥

[sinner-peyton]

Shut up. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

HAH! That’s easy! My dick!

In fact, I got two to spare! So if you wanna bring along a friend, I am more than equipped for some extra fun~. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*After some quick thought, it seems that Peyton’s only friend is Lee, who has apparently retired from ventures such as this. How does she get around that without sounding lame?*

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.*

Take me back to your place, and I’ll show you what they can do. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

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.

Ready to take two bones at once, doggy? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She disregards the rest of the decor, if you can call it that, and nods towards the condom display.*

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

*Peyton kisses him, but it feels all wrong. She tries to ignore it, sitting him down on the bed and straddling him, but her movements are slow, hesitant.*

[ask-chaz]

Chaz feels the hesitation in her movements, and it reminds him of his own reservations about going down on a random stranger like he used to always do. His mind kept going back to…the maid, of all people. Weird.

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

Uh, this is the part where we usually get to third base within five seconds but you seem not too into it. Is it the room? Because hey, rent is hella expensive right now, and this was the best place I could find for cheap. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

No, it’s not the room…

*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.*

When am I going to stop hurting people who don’t deserve it? People who care about me? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

HAH! That’s easy! My dick!

In fact, I got two to spare! So if you wanna bring along a friend, I am more than equipped for some extra fun~. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*After some quick thought, it seems that Peyton’s only friend is Lee, who has apparently retired from ventures such as this. How does she get around that without sounding lame?*

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.*

Take me back to your place, and I’ll show you what they can do. -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

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.

Ready to take two bones at once, doggy? -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She disregards the rest of the decor, if you can call it that, and nods towards the condom display.*

Gotta love a man who comes prepared. -💅🏼

*Peyton kisses him, but it feels all wrong. She tries to ignore it, sitting him down on the bed and straddling him, but her movements are slow, hesitant.*

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

HAH! That’s easy! My dick!

In fact, I got two to spare! So if you wanna bring along a friend, I am more than equipped for some extra fun~. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*After some quick thought, it seems that Peyton’s only friend is Lee, who has apparently retired from ventures such as this. How does she get around that without sounding lame?*

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.*

Take me back to your place, and I’ll show you what they can do. -💅🏼

[sinner-peyton]

So it implied that Lute can’t actually do anything to you until the extermination, and since she’s gonna k!ll you anyway, then why don’t you have more fun with it? Get in her face next time or something 😈

Are you NUTS?!

Just how murdered do you want me to get?! Good lord. No.

Unless… 🤔

[sinner-peyton]

@ask-lute Sis you are so bird-coded, even your eyeliner is winged. Here’s a little tune for you.

*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.

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. -💅🏼

[ask-lute]

[She lands behind Peyton with a slam.]

🎵 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.-🗡

[sinner-peyton]

*A shiver jolts up and down her spine and her hair stands on end when she hears Lute behind her. She turns, her eyes widen and her face goes pale. She’s frozen in fear; she can neither breathe nor feel her legs.*

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

*She lightly, jocularly, punches Lute on her prosthetic arm, and her knuckles ping pathetically against the metal.*

[ask-lute]

[She stares at the location Peyton punched.]

...Don't touch me.

[sinner-peyton]

*She stammers timidly.*

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.

Then you can reconsider literally actually killing me, and everyone wins! Yaaaaay! -💅🏼

[sinner-peyton]

@ask-sadie-morgan

WILL YOU PLEASE CALL OFF YOUR ATTACK FALCON? -💅🏼

[sinner-peyton]

@ask-lute Sis you are so bird-coded, even your eyeliner is winged. Here’s a little tune for you.

*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.

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. -💅🏼

[ask-lute]

[She lands behind Peyton with a slam.]

🎵 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.-🗡

[sinner-peyton]

*A shiver jolts up and down her spine and her hair stands on end when she hears Lute behind her. She turns, her eyes widen and her face goes pale. She’s frozen in fear; she can neither breathe nor feel her legs.*

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

*She lightly, jocularly, punches Lute on her prosthetic arm, and her knuckles ping pathetically against the metal.*

[ask-chaz]

*Directly from Obie’s apartment, Peyton bursts into a nearby bar. Tears in her eyes, she stomps to the counter, grabbing random drinks off of tables and downing them as she goes. She barks an order to the bartender, then scans the room for someone to take her mind off of what just occurred. No hot girls. Damn.*

*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? -🦈💦

He looks her over. She wasn’t bad looking by any means, but Chaz had had his fill of crazy bitches. His eyes dart back and forth from Peyton to the nearest door in case she had a knife on her too.

[sinner-peyton]

*She slams her hands down on the pool table, and a bit of loose electricity discharges around her.*

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.*

What is that? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Chaz noticed the sparks flying around her hands and was immediately put on edge. He swallows nervously.

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.

Uh, did I say that? Haha I meant to say…get your own! Please. -🦈💦

[sinner-peyton]

*She snarls.*

What do you mean get my own? Don’t you know how to show a lady a good time? -💅🏼

[ask-chaz]

Show a lady a good time?

…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~. -🦈💦

He flashes his toothy grin. While he was almost fearing for his life before, the opportunity for a good fuck was too good to pass up.

[sinner-peyton]

*Peyton rests a hand on top of his, then places a finger under his chin and tugs his face closer. She narrows her eyes and smirks as her tail flicks back and forth.*

You talk a big game. What else about you is big? -💅🏼