Lust sat at the table, preoccupied with its own boredom. One would almost say it felt sad- hasn't had a fulfilling job for almost two days. Lust was, as always, accompanied by its siblings who, unlike Lust, had always many things to do to cause chaos amongst those pittiful creatures- humans. There was nothing jollier for Lust than to play with them. They always looked so funny- all baffled, trying to fight their inner demons, not having the slightest idea that it's probably just Lust playing the puppeteer and having a whale of a time. Sadly, people were always in a hurry doing the other six sins, which has made Lust reconsider its occupation a couple of times before.
The room they were sitting in was silent, everybody was eating quietly, even Gluttony. Lust wasn't hungry, it barely touched its peackock dipped in a hummingbird sauce, which was, by the way, delicious.
"I'm awfully bored," said Lust eventually and left the dining room while yawning ostentatiously, the beautiful dining room with hardwood dining tables and low hanging chandeliers.
Marcus felt terribly close to killing everyone in the room. He knew from the very beginning that this was probably NOT the best idea. Not for him. Marcus cringed throughout the whole Chubb's speech. Chubb wasn't Chubb's real name, but Marcus didn't feel like remembering it, since he went there for this time only. Chubb was a small guy in an even smaller red shirt that screamed: "hey everyone, I'm not obese anymore, just a tad bit fat!" Marcus chuckeled at that thought and wiggled in his chair to make himself a bit more comfortable and the session a bit less hellish. This wasn't the AAs, even though one could safely assume that after having just briefly skenned that quirky bunch. It was a meeting for sex addicts. No, Marcus wasn't a sex addict, Marcus was just a curious cat. He didn't understand why would anyone who could easily nail anything that doesn't run or climb the tree, want to lose their ability. Marcus wasn't exceptionally handsome, didn't have many friends or connections and this terrible group of people who deliberately wanted to stop their sexual activities with wide smiles on their faces gave him at least a small sensation of selfrighteousness. He looked at Chubb and had to cringe again, realizing he probably had more sex than Marcus ever will. His blood started to boil and it was the signal to leave.
"It's probably about time I left," said Marcus calmly, interrupting Chubb's grand finale.
"By Steve," said the group sheepishly, while still maintaining their ever so wide smiles.
He was standing at the treshold in front of the SA's, trying to find his cigarettes. When he let out a huge reeking cloud of cancer and happiness, he could finally relax a bit. Marcus thought about this evening and couldn't shake this strange sensation that he, quite frankly, hasn't felt in a very long time . As if something that happened that day had left him at this rather optimistic state of mind. Fe felt a slight, but pretty cold breeze run down his neck and decided to head home. No bars, no aimless wandering tonight. Just home, scrambled eggs with sausage and bed... and work, tommorrow he's gonna get a job.