The blaring lights and thumping music of the night club making it impossible to see or hear, the skeleton bitty curling up in the space under a table its tiny vest doing nothing to shield it. Shivering on the cold floor, he looks up his tiny purple eye lights lock on a human face staring at him. The clearly drunk girl grabbing him from his hiding spot.
He tries to squirm out of her hand as she runs over to you, dress coming undone as she runs across the dance floor. You stumble back as her hand smacks you in your chest.
"Hey wha-" You're cut off by the girl grabbing your face and pulling you down to her height, her hand slipping down into the cleavage of her dress pulling out the tiny skeleton to show you.
"Hi cuti- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Shrieks of pain fill the air as the skeleton bitty bites into her hand with what strength he has left to fight. Using this distraction, you dash out the club during the commotion, the small being having been flung from the girl's hand clinging to your jacket. After tonight you were never going to go to a club with Becky again.
You dash to your car and flop in the seat, breathing a heavy sigh of frustration and relief. you place your head on the steering wheel and don't notice the tiny skeleton scaling across your back to your other arm to sit on the warm heated seat. So small that the little movements seem to just be your skin crawling form narrowly escaping from the club riot.
You lean back in your seat once you've calmed your racing heart. Seeing something on the seat beside you but ignoring it as some rubbish that Becky left. You make a quick call to her brother to pick her up and start drive home, throwing your phone on the passenger seat and listening to the classic rock to calm your nerves.
You watch the clouds over you darken as you drive down the motor way towards the rural village you live in. The lights from the city fade into the darkening sky as you leave them behind, aware of your phone going wild on the passenger seat from being called so many times. Lust watches the phone jump about on the cushion. The screen lighting up with names such as "Becky bitch" and "Stupid ass idiot".
Lust looks at you as you mutter and grumble about the weather you're watching, the windscreen wipers going to town on the downpour hitting the car. The wind whistling past the car and the trees wave around in the usual mini storm roars down the road.
"God dam weather, stupid sky toddler! I don' need another fecking storm. Yer stoopit." You huff and try to calm down, checking old Janus isn't driving behind you as she sometimes does whenever you go out. You glance down to the passenger seat and stomp on the brakes at seeing the small skeleton on the seat, Lust panics and holds onto the seat for dear life as he can't afford to take a hit at all.
"The fuck are ye?!" You stare at the cowering skeleton trying to hide from your gaze. He shakes like the leaves outside the car.
"I-I-I'm a s-s-s-skelet-ton." Lust peaks out from behind your phone, now dead from being called and texted so much. His voice barely a whisper. His pale purple eye lights showing gripping fear that shakes his body like a cat being thrown around by a grown man.
You feel dread and guilt coming on at seeing the emotion in his tiny eye lights. "Shite, sorry, I panicked. I didn't mean to scare ye little guy. Ye just surprised me." You smile weakly at him, starting to drive again after pulling a blanket from the back seat for him to hide in.
Changing the music to something less loud, the classical radio, you hope it helps defuse his fear. You've scared your nieces before and the verbal whooping you got was enough that you hate scaring anything smaller than you. Which is most things with you being 6'5".
Lust stays buried in the blanket, feeling the blanket bundle be carefully picked up and taken inside. He shifts and pokes his head out of an opening near him when placed on a flat surface, finding himself on the kitchen counter, you leave some left overs out, reheated, for the skeleton to eat in a bowl. Can skeletons eat? Whatever. Hope he likes Chinese because that is what he's getting today, or night, god you need another coffee. You leave to grab your charger before calling Becky's house, using the landline that she's scoffed at you keeping many times.
Prepared for the screaming to come down the phone, you pour yourself a glass of wine to be appropriately inebriated to make this call. You dial the dreaded number and place the phone on the table by the couch, away from your ear as audible screaming can be heard by the naked ear. Lust looks up from his meal hearing everything.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU LEAVE ME THERE YOU ASSHOLE?! I COULD HAVE DIED! MY DRESS IS NOW COVERED IN BLOOD AND MY DRINK!" Becky screeches down the phone as she is still intoxicated, so inebriated that it becomes gibberish very quickly. You just watch the phone light up as she screeches demons at you in a language you don't understand or care to. Why are you her friend again?
Lust eats as he listens, able to see you downing another glass of wine while Becky screams at the ceiling. Teleporting off the counter, Lust makes his way over to you and climbs up on the table. He looks at the phone and punches the hang up button. You look over, seeing the disgusted face on the little skeleton. You raise an eyebrow as Lust struggles to pick up the phone and places it on the receiver. Seeing his ruined clothes, basically rags, and deep scratches that are clearly infected for the first time. You put a little wine in the bottle cap and place it beside him on the table. Lust looks at you and takes a sip on the wine, his eyes lighting up at the familiar taste of something he likes.
You chuckle weakly. "Low alcohol, don worry about gettin' drunk lil guy." You finish your glass and hold your head in your hands, another headache coming on. You can feel it. You sigh heavily and throw some more medicine down your throat to at least make it easy to sleep tonight.
Drinking up the wine, the little skeleton doesn't notice you leave for the bathroom, the sweat and smell from the club still lingering on your clothes. He goes to ask for a refill of the cap and blinks at not seeing you. He hears the shower running and concludes you're unable to help him. Scanning the room, Lust sees a box of doll clothes. He teleports over and looks inside to see if anything will fit him to cover up his wounds and keep him warm.
Digging through the box for 30 minutes, he finds a top and shorts that will work for now, thanking the stars he's doesn't have skin. He goes back to the food in the kitchen and waits for you to finish up in the bathroom.