Some grow wiser, you just grew older...

[savesomelight]

Today is Piper's seventeenth birthday... Not that anyone would actually know that, because she hasn't really made it a point to exchange birthdates with anyone. A year ago today, she became a demon and her entire world that had consisted of quietly blending into the background and being unobtrusive went out the window. She hasn't spoken to her

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[trivialsublime0]

Rusty Hunt is not selling drugs for once. It's nice. It's cloudy, but not cold. When 50 degrees means not cold, it has obviously been winter too long. He is in the back corner of a bar in a shitty part of town, smoking, which is nothing out of the ordinary for him.

There's a glass of whiskey on the table in front of him. Rusty can not really handle the hard drinks, but he thought he'd give it a whirl. He's a tough guy (ahem), and it's his day off after all. However, he's only managed to drink a painful sip or two of it before he gave up and let it sit.

Rusty had forgotten how much he enjoys not selling drugs.

[trivialsublime0]

Rusty doesn't follow her. The kiss had been enough to take him by surprise so that he still isn't able to move when she takes off running. She's faster than him anyway, but this is bull shit. Life isn't good. It's bull shit.

Fuck.

It hurts. He hasn't quite admitted that to himself. He isn't the type to think about how he's feeling, but it fucking hurts. Pangs keep hitting his chest and his arm hurts, and he thinks this is what a fuckin' heart attack must feel like for humans. Rusty takes in a sharp breath, fingers shaking as he searches for his cigarette, which he left inside. Fuck.

Rusty's going to need something stronger than nicotine anyway. So much stronger. There are more than a few options for that. Rusty doesn't want to be a cliche, but fuck, he needs somethin'. And he doesn't think he can manage going back inside that bar ever again. Bile rises up in his throat like hot fire just thinking about walking back in there. Even to get his cigarettes