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Skeppy was broke. So very, completely broke. Been eating ramen noodles and living paycheck to paycheck for as long as he could remember. Even from his childhood! Some of his earliest memories was being with a babysitter cause his mom couldn’t bring 4 kids with her to her work places.
Now, Skeppy wanted a break from the 3 jobs he works. A cafe cashier, a waiter and he also worked at a Walmart. All while in college. He rarely, if at all, slept. Speaking of working, he was complaining to Puffy about all of this right now as he swept the cafe floor.
“I’m just so fucking sick of it! I want some private time for myself! You know? My other boss rides my ass for never being ‘cheeky’ enough, and my other, OTHER, boss says I’m too rowdy!” He complained in the closed shop. He sighed and took a breath before continuing “And the one break, if I do get it, I practically sleep away!”
The tan man was about to go and complain some more before Puffy said from counting money in the register. “You sound like you need a sugar daddy.” She hummed.
Skeppy stopped and looked at her. “What- daddy? I’m not gay! What do you mean?” He was in no way homophobic. He just- he just wasn’t gay and Puffy knew this.
She laughed and said “Skeppy you didn’t let me finish.” She then continued. “You sound like you need a sugar daddy or a sugar mommy. You know. Quit 2 of your jobs and become some eye or arm candy for some guy or gal; still come in and maybe get your faaaaavorite boss in the whole wide world some new perfume you owe her.”
Skeppy groaned. “But still... I don’t want to send dick pics to some rando just to get like- 20 bucks from it. I’m sorry, but unlike you, I still have my dignity.” He shook his head and swept the floor harder.
Puffy went to say something more before Skeppy interrupted her and said, “And no. I’m sorry again I broke your Gucci perfume bottle, but I really don’t have that kind of money to replace it! I’ve said sorry like- a bazillion times!”
Puffy giggled and said, “I know I know. I’m just teasing you. Besides, not all sugar relationships are sexual. Some just want a friend or even a relationship. You might find yourself someone for you. I don't know. Just something to think about.” Skeppy sighed and shook his head. Knowing she’s going to drop it sooner or later.
After another hour of playful bickering and a long night. Skeppy was finally able to go home. Don’t get him wrong, he enjoys working at Puffy’s bakery and talking with her, but he’s just had a long day in general. She knew his and general scheduled him for not as busy times while giving him a majority of her tips from the day. He always felt guilty for taking them, but it was routine by now. He felt absolutely dead.
He went home and laid down on his bed for a bit of shut eye. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t sleep. He stared up at his ceiling; Puffy’s words repeated in his mind. He could try out a sugar relationship. But he had no clue where to begin. He rolled his eyes and figured to find something out in the morning. He was too tired to do it now. He yawned and cuddled up into his mattress on the floor, throwing his one blanket over himself and started to fall asleep into a calming sleep.