InsaneJournal

Sloth woke up after noon, which in itself was not unusual. The reason she woke was the sound of a car crash outside her window, after which the drivers got out and started shouting at each other. Curious, she dragged herself out of bed and went to see, and stood there in a tank top and panties for a while, watching out. Wrath’s influence must hang around this place like a cloud, because it wasn’t long before punches got thrown, and Sloth laughed in delight. When the cops came, she booed them and waved a thumbs down until she was told politely but firmly to close the window and go back inside.

Well, she was up now, so she pulled on a sleeveless hoodie, jeans and sneakers and headed out to find a cup of coffee. Summer was an ass, to be completely honest. It was too fucking sweaty, and Sloth hated being sweaty. She liked to hide inside a hoodie, but when it was so hot, she was sweltering in it. And the sun, so bright and so direct, didn’t do well for hiding in shadows either. With a grumble, Sloth found her way to a Starbucks, earbuds in.

It really wasn’t hard to steal coffee. All she had to do was wait for someone’s name to get called, and then if they didn’t respond fast enough, she just took whatever was there and walked out before anyone could stop her. Today she lucked out and got a salted caramel frappuccino, which was perfect for cooling down, even if it was almond milk. Gross. She sipped it as she wandered, tailing groups to get through the turnstiles on the subway, just finding her way as her whims took her. People didn’t feel as depressed when the sun was out. Give her the depths of winter, people looking out at the darkness and feeling cold and lonely, not this… blergh.

Anyway, she was getting close to a Catholic church, she could feel it. Tossing the empty cup in the gutter, she went to stop on the opposite side of the road from it, and pulled a face. Sundays, man, everyone pretending to be pious and going to Mass and being absolved, it was truly disgusting. Sloth watched as the doors opened and people started to file out, feeling all shiny in their souls. Not many of these were going to be able to be affected. Just the lonely, the shut-out, the little queer kids who were forced to attend with their hateful parents and be told that their souls were going to burn forever. And-

Sloth backtracked, squinting as a red-haired man in a brown suit, hands in pockets as he slouched away from the church. With a grin, she broke into a jog to come up alongside him.

“Hi Judas!” she said, right in his ear, and the man almost leaped out of his skin, looking around at the other people in their exodus. He stared at her, swallowing hard, and it was hilarious how his mind was whirring, trying to work out who she was. “You don’t recognise me? I'm hurt, bruh! It’s ya boy, Sloth!”

Judas bared his teeth, backing up a step. “Fuck off,” he said quickly, taking off at a good clip. Sloth’s legs weren’t as long as his so she couldn’t match his stride, so she had to kind of skip to keep up.

“Rude, I was just saying hi. What were you doing in there? I thought you weren't down with that shit anymore.”

“I’m not. I mean- it’s none of your business,” he hissed, trying to walk faster. Sloth growled as she was forced to speed up too.

“I thought we were pals, and you don’t call, you never write-”

“Fuck’s sake.” Judas stopped dead and Sloth crashed into him and reeled into a parked car. “I’m not shitting interested in knowing you. Leave me alone!”

Sloth pressed a wounded hand to her chest, but before she could come back with a smart remark, Judas was striding away again. This time she let him go, because she couldn’t be bothered chasing him anymore. “Be seein’ ya, Judas,” she called loudly after him, but he didn’t look back.

Well now she was left with nothing to do. With a sigh, she wandered away to shoplift an energy drink from a 7/11. Not that caffeine did a whole lot for her, but it was the thought that counted. After a while, she found herself sitting on the edge of a river, legs dangling over the concrete bank as she watched ferries and boats go to and fro. The sun was getting lower in the sky. Maybe she could poke around under a bridge, find the homeless and the directionless, lean on them a little for some free drugs. She chucked the empty can into the water. The caffeine was making her fingers buzz as she scuffed her way along, looking for that shifty kind of aura that some people had.

“Hey,” she said to a guy sitting on a bench who was missing a front tooth. He squinted up at her. “Got anything good?”

He shrugged. Like recognised like in these circles. “Maybe. Got any money?”

“Nope.” She shrugged, looking down at him.

“Can’t help you then.” He looked away, his attention pointedly turned from her. She sighed.

“You can fuck me if you want.”

That brought the attention back. There was a slightly different look in his eye now, looking her up and down. Girls desperate enough for drugs who offered their bodies could often be induced to come back. Sloth knew she was skinny and shapeless, but some fucks went in for that sort of thing.

“Alright.” He glanced around, and then nodded towards a nearby public toilet, and she shrugged. She’d done it in worse places than that.

His hands were rough and he didn’t waste time on foreplay, but Sloth didn’t care. She held onto his shoulders as he rammed her against the tiled wall, her mind not in the moment at all, just thinking ahead to what she would do once she had the drugs. He pulled out before he came, and Sloth looked down at his jizz on her skin in mild disgust.

“Fuck, man, now I gotta clean that up,” she moaned. He grinned a gappy grin and tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away so he missed. “Just gimme the fuckin gear and fuck off.”

“Little girls shouldn’t be rude,” he said, in what to him was clearly a threatening tone. Sloth looked up at him with a baleful stare, meeting his eyes, and he froze as she glared him down. She could picture his puny mortal mind struggling like a spider under a glass, spinning to try to escape.

“What would be rude, Juanita, is calling you a bitch. Don’t. Fuck with me,” she hissed, the temperature in the room plummeting. The guy gulped and turned pale and fumbled in his pocket, dropping little packets on the floor with shaking hands. “Shoulda just taken what you were given, my man. Lucky I'm in a forgiving mood. Now get the fuck out.”

In a rush he was gone. Sloth bent to pick up the packets and stuff them in her pocket, and then went out into the sink area to grab some paper towel and wet it to wipe her belly and groin clean. As she was there, a man walked in, and froze at the scene of a pantsless woman muttering to herself and mopping up semen. Sloth looked up at him in annoyance. “Take a picture, it lasts longer,” she snarled, and he turned and walked right back out.

She found a place to go where she could sit in private and go through her prize for the evening. There were a couple of tabs of ecstasy in there so she took one, just for the fun of it, and went to go and find some alcohol. She brazenly stole a bottle of gin from a bottle store, and when the young guy behind the counter started to complain, she turned and flashed her tits at him. He stopped and shook his head, muttering, “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

Feeling more open to the world, Sloth drank the gin with a couple of homeless people outside a bar, leaving the half-empty bottle with them in an act of uncharacteristic generosity. Humanity was such a heaving mess, but sometimes some people were alright. She even kind of liked the downtrodden, the ones that might stab you in the neck for a 40oz bottle of malt liquor. They were cool. Better than the shit-ass rich fucks, although it was rather fun to pull those dickheads down to earth. She meandered her way to the upscale part of Manhattan, looking up at the tall buildings with their doormen and glass penthouses. Somewhere along the way she’d come across a bottle of wine, and she held it in one hand as she wandered.

A car pulled up to the curb and a tall, flashily dressed man got out, turning to lean in and speak to the woman driving it a moment before he straightened. There was that immortal sense, and a familiarity to him, although Sloth hadn’t seen him before.

“Hey,” she called out, repeating herself louder as he ignored her. When he turned, he looked her up and down with a confused superiority.

“I’m sorry, why are you speaking to me?” he said, and Sloth tilted her head.

“I know you,” she said, and he rolled his eyes.

“You and a billion others,” he replied, checking his smart watch. So he could feel she was immortal too. She slunk a little closer, her eyes not leaving him.

“Greek?” He looked at her again, cross at being held up. She was almost in arm’s reach of him by now. “But…”

“Get out of my way,” he growled at her, leaning back as she got very, very close. “I am Hermes, you don’t want to cross me.’

“Ahh,” Sloth replied thoughtfully. “Are you? Okay then.” Slowly, she backed up, then held up the bottle. “Drink?”

“Absolutely not,” he snapped back, going to push past her, but she moved around him, keeping herself at a slight distance. “I am trying to get inside, demon.”

“Close, but no cigar,” she replied, narrowing her eyes. Hermes glared back, and Sloth thought she recognised a flicker in the man’s eyes.

“Sir, is she bothering you?” called the doorman, stepping forward, hand on his taser and his walkie talkie.

Sloth shook her head and held up her hands. “No sir. I’m goin’. Nice talkin’ to you, big man.” She held her free hand up in the sign of the devil. “Rock on, brother.”

Leaving him there with that look of perplexed irritation on his face was satisfying, but Sloth was now quite curious to know just who was wearing the rich fuck suit, and why. But whatever, she wasn’t finding that out tonight. Tonight was for the enjoyment of the rest of her drugs. Oh- donuts first, she'd just spotted a Dunkins across the way. Donuts and drugs was the best combination.

The sun was coming up by the time she stumbled back to Wrath’s front door, yawning widely. She kicked at a piece of broken tail light in the gutter and smirked to herself. At least she had some stuff left over to share with Wrath. Later. When she woke up. With a groan, she stripped off as she went through the apartment, went to the bathroom for an impressively long time, and then rolled into bed.

Fuck, what a good night, though. She must remember to tell the others about it. After she woke up. So like… tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that.