Sloth (girl_acedia) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2023-04-27 00:47:00 |
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Current mood: | stoned |
Entry tags: | scooter brown, sloth |
WHO: Sloth and Scooter
WHEN: ???
WHERE: Scooter’s basement
WHAT: what the fuck happened out there
WARNINGS: sex, drugs and Sins
Days tended to blur when Sloth spent time with her siblings. Wrath egged Sloth on, and her passion kept Sloth from descending into a depressed drug-induced blur. She couldn’t even recall anything close to what she might have done or where she had been or who she’d been with, aside from Wrath. There were snatched of activity: sharing a line with a woman in a club bathroom; racing Wrath through a crowd of people and laughing; waking up in someone’s basement to someone else trying to steal her shit; letting a dealer fuck her, so very stoned and barely responsive, for a score.
She was sore and exhausted and still riding the tail end of her high, and she needed to go back to her nest and burrow down for a few days until her head was a little more normal. Wrath wanted to go home to her stupid saint. She’d grown bored of it all a day ago, but had stuck around for Sloth’s sake, and then put her in an Uber and sent her away. The driver had to wake her up when they arrived, grumbling at the drool on his upholstery, perfectly happy to leave her in a sloppy heap on the pavement.
“Move over.” Sloth stood over Scooter’s bed, swaying on her feet as she looked down at him. She went to push his leg and fell face-first onto the bed with a groan, then gradually squirmed her way up to find a pillow she could rest on. Scooter’s body was warm. Comfortable even. Good to curl up against in her three-day-old clothes, shedding her jacket onto the floor. Something fell out, probably the remains of whatever drugs she still had left over. Whatever. She swore under her breath, trying to get comfortable, before relaxing with a heavy sigh, only halfway under the covers.
Fuck, what a good night. She thought.