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Dave was waiting in the motel room, staring out the window as he waited for Jack. His eyes darted from the door to the floor to his clothes on the ground.
They had done it recently, but he wasn't enough for Jack. So the orange one went out to find a hooker.
The cryptid's body was bruised, marked, and sticky with sweat. How long had it been doing this? All he knew was that it started from the second time he and Jack had done a job together.
And speaking of the devil, the orange man enters drunk through the door, smiling like never before while smelling of some cheap woman's perfume.
"Was it... fun?" the purple one said, keeping his gaze fixed on Jack. Not wanting any unexpected movement from the man in front of him.
This brought back memories... He hadn't felt like this since Henry... And that was terrifying for the man.
"Better than you, I can't deny that." The sharp words came out in babble blurred by alcohol.