WHO: Scooter Brown (Under Sloth's influence) Open to Sloth if you can think of something! WHEN: Just summarising up to now WHERE: Various WHAT: Various WARNINGS: Sloth
Being in love was a strange thing, Scooter had decided. That was what he and Sophie were, obviously. In love. She had come to live with him six months ago, and his entire life had changed. He had someone to do things with, whether it was sex, or playing games or just smoking a bowl and shooting the shit. And that part...obviously that part of it was great.
But some of it made Scooter feel like maybe he was in over his head, just a little. Some of it made him smoke an extra joint or two sometimes, just to sleep-
It had started slowly enough, that Scooter hadn't even realised she was doing it. Sophie would suggest something, and if Scooter didn't really want to do it, well she would suggest harder. Things like what to order for dinner or even what he would wear. Until she got him trained so well, that the second she told him to do something, he just did it. He didn't want to be asked twice. And anything to keep his love happy, right?
And then it had escalated. Overcharge that person for their weed. Under-deliver. Take that lighter from the service station and slip it into his pocket even though he could pay for it. Steal something a little larger. Steal drugs. And if he ever refused, she would make this face like the world was ending, and he couldn't upset the woman he loved, right?
Right?!
Scooter found himself stressing over the things she was asking of him and it was keeping him up at night. While his life used to be perfect and carefree, now he worried all the time. Were the dealers he had stolen from going to come for him? Was his face going to be caught on a security camera somewhere? What if she asked him to do something bigger? Something awful? He would consider that maybe they shouldn't be together-
And then they would sleep together, and all Scooter wanted to do was literally anything Sophie asked of him. He couldn't let her get away! No one would ever love him like she loved him. In fact, he was fairly sure no one else could ever love him at all. No one else ever had, not his parents, not his siblings, not his friends. Sophie was the only person in his life who saw him for him, and loved him for it.