WHOMuch, Sloth WHEN Wednesday night WHERE wandering thru the night WHAT one bored sin done procrastinating WARNINGS tba but probably drug refs
Sloth sat on the back of a parked car, smoking a spliff. She was sitting outside the Diogenes Club, because she’d tried to go in but got turned away by one of those ludicrously large bouncers because she wouldn’t stub out her smoke and for some dumb reason she wasn’t allowed to smoke inside. So as a stamp of protest, she’d sat outside, hoping that her presence would stop some customers going in or something.
She’d been there a while tho. She scratched the side of her boob and screwed up her face. What was she gonna do now? This area was too nice to have any interesting low-lifes to talk to, and those were the types she preferred. Letting out a wide yawn full of smoke, she noticed a figure coming out of the back, shouting a goodbye to someone in the kitchen. Something tickled a memory, and as he passed her, she whistled a catcall at him.