Post by Craven on Jan 21, 2015 22:15:11 GMT -6
Driving down the road, Craven glances at the car behind him and then signals to change lanes. As he rolls down the road, he leans down to the box he keeps between the seats and pulls a random pill out. He pops it into his mouth and nods to non-existent music. As the car cruises down the road, he grins, turns on the voice recorder and starts singing.
Craven: Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side?
I'm still waiting for the punchline
He turns down a side road and looks around, singing as he goes.
Craven: And whoever said, the grass always grows
Greener on the other side
I'm still waiting for the punchline
He shakes his head and turns off the side street into the less reputable part of town.
Craven: I’ve been to this side of town a few times before. It’s usually because someone I’m following has come over here and is gonna need my help but I’m not ashamed to admit it’s been for other things too. You hear a lot of things around here, a lot of them just sound downright crazy.
He pauses, watching the people walking around this neighborhood.
Craven: There’s the woman on the corner who think she should be able to sell her baby to pedophiles so she can have a couple more rocks of crack. There’s the guy who thinks it’s perfectly ok to just take somebody’s life because he likes your car and thinks it should belong to him only to decide five minutes after he cranks it up that he doesn’t like the way the seats feel. There’s the guy who spends all day trying to write on a broken chainlink fence with a stick because he’s messed himself up on various drugs so badly he doesn’t realize that the stick isn’t a pencil.
He shakes his head, chuckling dismissively and then starts singing again.
Craven: It's nothing that you said, no, nothing that you did
It must have been a bad joke that's gone over my head
What me worry, another tragedy
Ladder plus time, equals comedy
He pulls into a parking lot and puts the car into park.
Craven: It’s sad sometimes listening to them because you know they have no idea just how ludicrous they sound. It’s like hearing an unfunny joke without the punchline and yet, none of them hold a candle to the UWA’s version of that…
He snorts derisively, obviously disgusted at even having to say the name.
Craven: Kyle Travis, do you have any idea how badly everyone else makes fun of you any time you open your mouth? To listen to you is to hear a man who obviously thinks he’s the greatest wrestler ever, and that it was obvious to anyone with two eyes and functioning brain that no one else holds a candle to you. You also would have everyone believe that you come in with some huge reputation for both excellence and violence and that Oliver Georgio should have just handed the world to because, well, it’s just obvious that you’re that much better than everyone else.
He sighs heavily at the level of delusion involved in Travis.
Craven: The problem is that, almost from jumpstreet, you started proving otherwise. You went to a double countout in your second match here and then lost your third match and yet still got into the match to hand out the first UWA North American Championship even though the other participants all had to qualify and you only had to impress Oliver, which apparently either you did or he just didn’t wanna hear it if he said no at the time. You won the North American title over an empty shirt competitor that was gone not long after that and promptly went on a four match losing streak, losing to the World Champion twice, Silver Baron and then Vince Jones.
Glancing down at his notes, he flips a page.
Craven: Then you finally ended that streak, not by some dominating performance that showed us all the error of our ways but by DQ over Joshua McBride before you promptly went on another losing streak.
Allowing himself a slight chuckle, he shakes his head at the numbers before him on the page.
Craven: Do you realize you and I have exactly the same number of wins in UWA?
Craven: That rights, Mister “Legend” you and the twenty-two year old rookie that is supposedly so horribly beneath you that you’re too pussy to even get in the ring with me for the second time in three pay-per-views has won just as many matches in UWA as you have and it took me four matches before I won my first one. That mean it took me something like two months here before I won and yet still I’ve managed to match your holy win total and I haven’t even been booked every show! You have no reputation for anything but whining like a bitch and then running like a bigger one and all you’ve done this week is prove that when the guys are sitting around in the locker room discussing stuff and use you as the punchline to every joke, they’re not wrong! You ARE the goddamn punchline everyone here thinks you are! Here you tell Tedman you won’t take a match with him because it won’t get you any closer to championship and yet you turn down one with me that would because…
He shrugs, dismissively.
Craven: Aw hell, who cares what the real reason is when we all know you're so full of shit you’d never admit it anyway! If your kid really did ask you what you said he asked you, he was damn right to ask because all you ever do here is complain and bitch that you aren’t given the chances to show how awesome you are even though you were given them and you blew every goddamn one of them! You’re the punchline to your own unfunny joke, Kyle. Your legacy, your career, all those accolades you love to crow about, all you tell us is that once upon a time, you might have been worth half a fuck but now, you haven’t been in a long goddamn time and the only thing you have left to hang your hat on is that you got into a submission match with a rookie and you couldn’t finish me!
He can’t help but laugh ever so slightly.
Craven: And now I get the chance to step into the ring with the World Champion, the match you swear you deserve even though you’ve already gotten three straight up one on one matches with both women who can say they have been World Champion here in UWA and you’ve gone oh for the lot of them! So really Kyle, either put up or shut up because we're the ones who are done!
He shakes his head in disgust.
Craven: We’re all done waiting for the punchline!
Rolling down the window, he spits at the taste in his mouth from having to talk about Travis so much.
Craven: We’re all done waiting for you to prove us wrong!
He nods as he reaches down and grabs another pill.
Craven: So now I get to step into the ring with Jeszika Gautier, the woman who, when given the chance to stop Aerynn Donnelly and take the belt from her, she did just that. You can make fun of her name and whatever else you believe about her, Travis, but she fucking did what you failed to do twice! She beat Aerynn Donnelly and then she did what you couldn’t do again and she beat Silver Baron! for somebody you look down on so much as a bad facsimile of somebody else, she’s done a helluva job of claiming the legacy you swear you deserve and she did it without having to demand a goddamn thing! She’s earned everything she’s gotten here and I can’t wait to test myself and find out where I stand in comparison to her. Jeszika Gautier isn’t the fraud you say she is, she’s the fucking measuring stick and it’s my turn to find out if I’m still wanting!
he pauses and takes a deep breath.
Craven: Miss Gautier, I look forward to seeing you in the ring! You’re a true champion and i hope I can walk out of that ring having earned your respect.
Across town…
Skylar Hansen returns home after having finished her third major work-out in the last few days. She was finally cleared to do whatever she felt like in terms of training and Skylar was taking the time to enjoy herself properly. As she sets her keys down on the kitchen counter, her younger adopted sister, Cindy "Sin" Conway timidly walks in.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Sky?
Skylar Hansen: Hey, Sin.
Sin nods, managing a smile as she takes in how Skylar is moving and looking in her workout clothes.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You look like you feel better.
Skylar Hansen: Much better thanks, gonna start training again soon.
Frowning in confusion, Sin
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: So... if this isn't training, what did you just do?
Skylar Hansen: Training.
She laughs.
Skylar Hansen: I mean I'm cleared to do whatever now, wrestling or anything.
Sin smiles.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: That's good…
Skylar Hansen: Yep, very good.
Sin swallows hard and looks Skylar in the eye.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: So... are you comin' back to work? The other girls have been talking…
Skylar Hansen: I will, but…
She looks down.
Skylar Hansen: Me and Rick have been talking and I don't want to do everything anymore. I just want to dance, no sex or anything.
Sin nods slowly.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Have you talked to Baron about that?
Skylar Hansen: Not yet, no... I'm not sure how he'll take it...
Looking quite childlike and scared now, Sin sits down in a kitchen chair.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You don't think he'll make me…
Skylar Hansen: If he does, we both walk…
Sin starts almost shaking with anxiety.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: But... what if he won't let us leave?
Skylar Hansen: Why would he not let us? He can't keep us there against our will. That's kidnapping and illegal.
Sin frowns.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: But he’s a pimp...
Skylar Hansen: Which is no different than any other employers. Even whores have rights, Sin…
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You know he's trying to get into porn too?
Skylar Hansen: He is?
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Hot topic amongst the girls.
Skylar Hansen: What does that mean for you? Is he trying to make you do it?
Shrugging, Sin shakes her head.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: He hasn't spoken to me about it. I kinda hope he doesn't…
Skylar Hansen: Do you think he will?
Sin exhales forcefully.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I don’t know. He hasn’t talk to me much at all since I started there. The girls have been worried he’ll have to start drug testing if he really goes into all this. Of course, the ones who don’t do anything yet are all afraid they’ll have to start because he’ll start requiring they work everything.
Skylar Hansen: If he does drug testing.. what will happen if you test positive?
Sin shrugs.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I... don't know?
She pauses, looking way younger than her eighteen years.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I kinda think they're wrong on that because he loves his coke too.
Skylar Hansen: Yeah he does... if we have to stop. So does he…
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: That's why some of the others thought there was no way he'd start testing for that. Diseases and all, yeah, because that's good for business to keep us healthy but not drugs.
Skylar sighs.
Skylar Hansen: I suppose I'll need to go talk to him soon.
Sighing heavily, Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You don't think he'll get... violent if he asks me to do more and I say no, do you? I've heard stories about... Oblivion…
Skylar Hansen: I don't think he will but if he does run and don't stop running till you get back here to me. I'll deal with him.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Are you sure?
Skylar Hansen: Yeah, I'm sure.
Sin nods, lifting her right hand to her face.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Ok…
Skylar frowns.
Skylar Hansen: You ok?
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Just wishing I hadn't turned down the line I was offered earlier. Haven't had any today...
Skylar Hansen: We might have some around if you wanna.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I'd take just about anything right now.
Skylar Hansen: Check the drawer by the bed.
Sin nods and walks down the hallway. She opens the drawer.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I only see some pills.
Sin nods and walks down the hallway. She opens the drawer.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I only see some pills.
Skylar Hansen: The other side.
Sin nods and checks the other drawer.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I don't see any... it looks empty.
Just then, Craven comes walking into the kitchen.
Craven: What is it Cindy’s looking for?
Skylar Hansen: Anything to get high, you got anything?
Craven nods.
Craven: I think you gave the last vial in there to Brittany last night... but it just so happens I got some today.
Skylar Hansen: Yay and Rick comes through.
She gives him a kiss on the cheek.
Skylar Hansen: Just another reason I love you.
From the other room, Sin's voice comes back.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Who what?
Skylar Hansen: Rick has some goodies for us.
Within seconds, Sin returns.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: He does?
Craven nods and steps to the kitchen table where he lays out a mirror. He empties a small baggie of powder and uses a razor blade to section out several lines.
Craven: Dig in.
Skylar does with a smile.
Skylar Hansen: Now that beats pain pills any day…
Sin leans in and indulges as well.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: God, I needed that!
Skylar Hansen: Lifesaver, Rick.
As he grins, his adopted little brother, Sin's boyfriend, Merlyn "Rocket" Harper comes walking in.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: What'd Dub save now?
Skylar Hansen: Everything.
Sin uses a tiny scooper to pick a little bit of the powder up. She walks over to Rocket grinning and holds it up to his nose.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Brought us a party.
Rocket nods and sniffs.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Feeling a little down were we?
Sin nods, smiling hungrily.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: yeah… now come on, I want you to live up to your name…
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: My name?
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Show me your wand and cast your spell… Merlyn the Magician!
Rocket grins as Sin takes his hand and leads him off to their bedroom.
Craven: Guess she didn’t wanna wait… did she?
Skylar Hansen: Guess not.
Skylar laughs.
Skylar Hansen: Horny kids…
Craven shrugs.
Craven: Like we've ever been any different?
Skylar Hansen: We wouldn't.
She smirks.
Skylar Hansen: We’re just the same.
Craven nods knowingly before enjoying some cocaine himself.
Craven: She’s worried about Baron, isn’t she?
Skylar nods.
Skylar Hansen: We both are, though I didn't let her know how worried I am…
Craven: He told me you'd probably need to stay on at least as a dancer because of the time you missed but he seemed to be ok with you not fucking anymore.
Skylar Hansen: You talked to him for me?
Craven nods.
Craven: Told you I would.
Skylar Hansen: Thank you.
She kisses him gently.
Skylar Hansen: So there won't be any repercussions to me doing less?
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: Not if you mean to go in there and shake that ass still. I’d imagine especially if you go in there with Cindy and Brittany too… he’ll make enough money he won’t much care that you’re not fucking anymore.
Skylar Hansen: Deadly threesome, huh?
Craven nods.
Craven: It probably would be, yes.
Skylar Hansen: And not the bad kind of threesome either. There will be more more of that just you and me.
Craven: There will be... what?
Skylar Hansen: Only person I'll be sleeping with is you. So more of just you and me.
He nods, rubbing at his eyes.
Craven: ok... for a second there I thought you were saying something else.
Skylar Hansen: What did you think I was saying? That I wanted a threesome?
Craven: To be perfectly honest I kinda missed part of it so... yeah for a second I was like... ok, she's just high... there's no way she really wants that...
Skylar Hansen: Yeah it has been a while hasn't it?
Craven: For us period? Yeah...
Skylar Hansen: Well I have been cleared for physical activity...
She smiles over at him wickedly
Skylar Hansen: And I do have an itch to scratch... one that hasn't been scratched for a long time...
Craven nods.
Craven: I think my nails'll do…
For the first time in months, Skylar leads him to the bedroom and they spend the next few hours renewing their loving habits.
Craven: Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side?
I'm still waiting for the punchline
He turns down a side road and looks around, singing as he goes.
Craven: And whoever said, the grass always grows
Greener on the other side
I'm still waiting for the punchline
He shakes his head and turns off the side street into the less reputable part of town.
Craven: I’ve been to this side of town a few times before. It’s usually because someone I’m following has come over here and is gonna need my help but I’m not ashamed to admit it’s been for other things too. You hear a lot of things around here, a lot of them just sound downright crazy.
He pauses, watching the people walking around this neighborhood.
Craven: There’s the woman on the corner who think she should be able to sell her baby to pedophiles so she can have a couple more rocks of crack. There’s the guy who thinks it’s perfectly ok to just take somebody’s life because he likes your car and thinks it should belong to him only to decide five minutes after he cranks it up that he doesn’t like the way the seats feel. There’s the guy who spends all day trying to write on a broken chainlink fence with a stick because he’s messed himself up on various drugs so badly he doesn’t realize that the stick isn’t a pencil.
He shakes his head, chuckling dismissively and then starts singing again.
Craven: It's nothing that you said, no, nothing that you did
It must have been a bad joke that's gone over my head
What me worry, another tragedy
Ladder plus time, equals comedy
He pulls into a parking lot and puts the car into park.
Craven: It’s sad sometimes listening to them because you know they have no idea just how ludicrous they sound. It’s like hearing an unfunny joke without the punchline and yet, none of them hold a candle to the UWA’s version of that…
He snorts derisively, obviously disgusted at even having to say the name.
Craven: Kyle Travis, do you have any idea how badly everyone else makes fun of you any time you open your mouth? To listen to you is to hear a man who obviously thinks he’s the greatest wrestler ever, and that it was obvious to anyone with two eyes and functioning brain that no one else holds a candle to you. You also would have everyone believe that you come in with some huge reputation for both excellence and violence and that Oliver Georgio should have just handed the world to because, well, it’s just obvious that you’re that much better than everyone else.
He sighs heavily at the level of delusion involved in Travis.
Craven: The problem is that, almost from jumpstreet, you started proving otherwise. You went to a double countout in your second match here and then lost your third match and yet still got into the match to hand out the first UWA North American Championship even though the other participants all had to qualify and you only had to impress Oliver, which apparently either you did or he just didn’t wanna hear it if he said no at the time. You won the North American title over an empty shirt competitor that was gone not long after that and promptly went on a four match losing streak, losing to the World Champion twice, Silver Baron and then Vince Jones.
Glancing down at his notes, he flips a page.
Craven: Then you finally ended that streak, not by some dominating performance that showed us all the error of our ways but by DQ over Joshua McBride before you promptly went on another losing streak.
Allowing himself a slight chuckle, he shakes his head at the numbers before him on the page.
Craven: Do you realize you and I have exactly the same number of wins in UWA?
Craven: That rights, Mister “Legend” you and the twenty-two year old rookie that is supposedly so horribly beneath you that you’re too pussy to even get in the ring with me for the second time in three pay-per-views has won just as many matches in UWA as you have and it took me four matches before I won my first one. That mean it took me something like two months here before I won and yet still I’ve managed to match your holy win total and I haven’t even been booked every show! You have no reputation for anything but whining like a bitch and then running like a bigger one and all you’ve done this week is prove that when the guys are sitting around in the locker room discussing stuff and use you as the punchline to every joke, they’re not wrong! You ARE the goddamn punchline everyone here thinks you are! Here you tell Tedman you won’t take a match with him because it won’t get you any closer to championship and yet you turn down one with me that would because…
He shrugs, dismissively.
Craven: Aw hell, who cares what the real reason is when we all know you're so full of shit you’d never admit it anyway! If your kid really did ask you what you said he asked you, he was damn right to ask because all you ever do here is complain and bitch that you aren’t given the chances to show how awesome you are even though you were given them and you blew every goddamn one of them! You’re the punchline to your own unfunny joke, Kyle. Your legacy, your career, all those accolades you love to crow about, all you tell us is that once upon a time, you might have been worth half a fuck but now, you haven’t been in a long goddamn time and the only thing you have left to hang your hat on is that you got into a submission match with a rookie and you couldn’t finish me!
He can’t help but laugh ever so slightly.
Craven: And now I get the chance to step into the ring with the World Champion, the match you swear you deserve even though you’ve already gotten three straight up one on one matches with both women who can say they have been World Champion here in UWA and you’ve gone oh for the lot of them! So really Kyle, either put up or shut up because we're the ones who are done!
He shakes his head in disgust.
Craven: We’re all done waiting for the punchline!
Rolling down the window, he spits at the taste in his mouth from having to talk about Travis so much.
Craven: We’re all done waiting for you to prove us wrong!
He nods as he reaches down and grabs another pill.
Craven: So now I get to step into the ring with Jeszika Gautier, the woman who, when given the chance to stop Aerynn Donnelly and take the belt from her, she did just that. You can make fun of her name and whatever else you believe about her, Travis, but she fucking did what you failed to do twice! She beat Aerynn Donnelly and then she did what you couldn’t do again and she beat Silver Baron! for somebody you look down on so much as a bad facsimile of somebody else, she’s done a helluva job of claiming the legacy you swear you deserve and she did it without having to demand a goddamn thing! She’s earned everything she’s gotten here and I can’t wait to test myself and find out where I stand in comparison to her. Jeszika Gautier isn’t the fraud you say she is, she’s the fucking measuring stick and it’s my turn to find out if I’m still wanting!
he pauses and takes a deep breath.
Craven: Miss Gautier, I look forward to seeing you in the ring! You’re a true champion and i hope I can walk out of that ring having earned your respect.
Across town…
Skylar Hansen returns home after having finished her third major work-out in the last few days. She was finally cleared to do whatever she felt like in terms of training and Skylar was taking the time to enjoy herself properly. As she sets her keys down on the kitchen counter, her younger adopted sister, Cindy "Sin" Conway timidly walks in.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Sky?
Skylar Hansen: Hey, Sin.
Sin nods, managing a smile as she takes in how Skylar is moving and looking in her workout clothes.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You look like you feel better.
Skylar Hansen: Much better thanks, gonna start training again soon.
Frowning in confusion, Sin
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: So... if this isn't training, what did you just do?
Skylar Hansen: Training.
She laughs.
Skylar Hansen: I mean I'm cleared to do whatever now, wrestling or anything.
Sin smiles.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: That's good…
Skylar Hansen: Yep, very good.
Sin swallows hard and looks Skylar in the eye.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: So... are you comin' back to work? The other girls have been talking…
Skylar Hansen: I will, but…
She looks down.
Skylar Hansen: Me and Rick have been talking and I don't want to do everything anymore. I just want to dance, no sex or anything.
Sin nods slowly.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Have you talked to Baron about that?
Skylar Hansen: Not yet, no... I'm not sure how he'll take it...
Looking quite childlike and scared now, Sin sits down in a kitchen chair.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You don't think he'll make me…
Skylar Hansen: If he does, we both walk…
Sin starts almost shaking with anxiety.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: But... what if he won't let us leave?
Skylar Hansen: Why would he not let us? He can't keep us there against our will. That's kidnapping and illegal.
Sin frowns.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: But he’s a pimp...
Skylar Hansen: Which is no different than any other employers. Even whores have rights, Sin…
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You know he's trying to get into porn too?
Skylar Hansen: He is?
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Hot topic amongst the girls.
Skylar Hansen: What does that mean for you? Is he trying to make you do it?
Shrugging, Sin shakes her head.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: He hasn't spoken to me about it. I kinda hope he doesn't…
Skylar Hansen: Do you think he will?
Sin exhales forcefully.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I don’t know. He hasn’t talk to me much at all since I started there. The girls have been worried he’ll have to start drug testing if he really goes into all this. Of course, the ones who don’t do anything yet are all afraid they’ll have to start because he’ll start requiring they work everything.
Skylar Hansen: If he does drug testing.. what will happen if you test positive?
Sin shrugs.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I... don't know?
She pauses, looking way younger than her eighteen years.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I kinda think they're wrong on that because he loves his coke too.
Skylar Hansen: Yeah he does... if we have to stop. So does he…
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: That's why some of the others thought there was no way he'd start testing for that. Diseases and all, yeah, because that's good for business to keep us healthy but not drugs.
Skylar sighs.
Skylar Hansen: I suppose I'll need to go talk to him soon.
Sighing heavily, Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You don't think he'll get... violent if he asks me to do more and I say no, do you? I've heard stories about... Oblivion…
Skylar Hansen: I don't think he will but if he does run and don't stop running till you get back here to me. I'll deal with him.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Are you sure?
Skylar Hansen: Yeah, I'm sure.
Sin nods, lifting her right hand to her face.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Ok…
Skylar frowns.
Skylar Hansen: You ok?
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Just wishing I hadn't turned down the line I was offered earlier. Haven't had any today...
Skylar Hansen: We might have some around if you wanna.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I'd take just about anything right now.
Skylar Hansen: Check the drawer by the bed.
Sin nods and walks down the hallway. She opens the drawer.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I only see some pills.
Sin nods and walks down the hallway. She opens the drawer.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I only see some pills.
Skylar Hansen: The other side.
Sin nods and checks the other drawer.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I don't see any... it looks empty.
Just then, Craven comes walking into the kitchen.
Craven: What is it Cindy’s looking for?
Skylar Hansen: Anything to get high, you got anything?
Craven nods.
Craven: I think you gave the last vial in there to Brittany last night... but it just so happens I got some today.
Skylar Hansen: Yay and Rick comes through.
She gives him a kiss on the cheek.
Skylar Hansen: Just another reason I love you.
From the other room, Sin's voice comes back.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Who what?
Skylar Hansen: Rick has some goodies for us.
Within seconds, Sin returns.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: He does?
Craven nods and steps to the kitchen table where he lays out a mirror. He empties a small baggie of powder and uses a razor blade to section out several lines.
Craven: Dig in.
Skylar does with a smile.
Skylar Hansen: Now that beats pain pills any day…
Sin leans in and indulges as well.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: God, I needed that!
Skylar Hansen: Lifesaver, Rick.
As he grins, his adopted little brother, Sin's boyfriend, Merlyn "Rocket" Harper comes walking in.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: What'd Dub save now?
Skylar Hansen: Everything.
Sin uses a tiny scooper to pick a little bit of the powder up. She walks over to Rocket grinning and holds it up to his nose.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Brought us a party.
Rocket nods and sniffs.
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: Feeling a little down were we?
Sin nods, smiling hungrily.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: yeah… now come on, I want you to live up to your name…
Merlyn "Rocket" Harper: My name?
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Show me your wand and cast your spell… Merlyn the Magician!
Rocket grins as Sin takes his hand and leads him off to their bedroom.
Craven: Guess she didn’t wanna wait… did she?
Skylar Hansen: Guess not.
Skylar laughs.
Skylar Hansen: Horny kids…
Craven shrugs.
Craven: Like we've ever been any different?
Skylar Hansen: We wouldn't.
She smirks.
Skylar Hansen: We’re just the same.
Craven nods knowingly before enjoying some cocaine himself.
Craven: She’s worried about Baron, isn’t she?
Skylar nods.
Skylar Hansen: We both are, though I didn't let her know how worried I am…
Craven: He told me you'd probably need to stay on at least as a dancer because of the time you missed but he seemed to be ok with you not fucking anymore.
Skylar Hansen: You talked to him for me?
Craven nods.
Craven: Told you I would.
Skylar Hansen: Thank you.
She kisses him gently.
Skylar Hansen: So there won't be any repercussions to me doing less?
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: Not if you mean to go in there and shake that ass still. I’d imagine especially if you go in there with Cindy and Brittany too… he’ll make enough money he won’t much care that you’re not fucking anymore.
Skylar Hansen: Deadly threesome, huh?
Craven nods.
Craven: It probably would be, yes.
Skylar Hansen: And not the bad kind of threesome either. There will be more more of that just you and me.
Craven: There will be... what?
Skylar Hansen: Only person I'll be sleeping with is you. So more of just you and me.
He nods, rubbing at his eyes.
Craven: ok... for a second there I thought you were saying something else.
Skylar Hansen: What did you think I was saying? That I wanted a threesome?
Craven: To be perfectly honest I kinda missed part of it so... yeah for a second I was like... ok, she's just high... there's no way she really wants that...
Skylar Hansen: Yeah it has been a while hasn't it?
Craven: For us period? Yeah...
Skylar Hansen: Well I have been cleared for physical activity...
She smiles over at him wickedly
Skylar Hansen: And I do have an itch to scratch... one that hasn't been scratched for a long time...
Craven nods.
Craven: I think my nails'll do…
For the first time in months, Skylar leads him to the bedroom and they spend the next few hours renewing their loving habits.
