WHO: Sloth and Envy WHEN: Sunday midday-ish WHERE: Sloth and Wrath's place WHAT: A reunion of dark souls WARNINGS: Sins.
Sloth lay on her back on the floor of the living room and stared at the ceiling, her eyes following the cracks and counting the spiders. There was a party-sized bag of Doritos on the floor nearby and she was slowly crunching them down, barely registering the motion even as cheesy crumbs scattered across her crop top. My Chemical Romance was wailing at a very high volume through the speaker close by. She'd been out last night, got wasted, got rejected, and this was her way of dealing with it.
The guy was a fucking junkie, where did he get off telling her she was too skinny and flat-assed for him? She'd shown him flat on his ass when the Black Dog had come for him. Stupid fuck. Gerard Way had the right of it.