• Deviant •
~adjective
departing from usual or accepted standards, especially in social or sexual behaviour.
"Deviant behaviour"
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~noun
a deviant person or thing.
"killers, deviants...
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The night sky is dark and covered in thick, grey clouds that coat the streets of Detroit with heavy rain. The droplets fall incessantly against the car’s exterior, becoming an echo similar to the buzzing of a hundred bees.
It's loud and imposing as Olivia pulls up outside her partners house with a sigh.
She sits in silence for a moment while staring at the house with anticipation, like she often did on these late-night detours. Mainly because she worried what state she would find him in when she eventually entered the house.
Most the time he was a passed-out mess, others he was an angry, stubborn drunk determined to make her life hell.
But - regardless of his state - it was her duty as his partner and friend, to pick him up, clean him up and get him back in shape to do his job.
So, with one final lingering look towards his house; she steps out of her car and slams the door shut behind herself before straightening out her coat and walking up his front two steps. She briefly checks the door to see if it's locked, which of course it is - he’s a drunk but he’s not stupid. Thank god.
She runs her fingertips along the top of the doorframe for any feel of the spare key she had hidden up there without her partners knowledge. She hadn’t told the miserable git because he would demand she get rid of it and truthfully dealing with his tantrums and having to get another recut wasn’t really worth her effort.
“Come on,” she pants with a frown just as she feels it’s cold metal edge just to the left of the frame.
She smiles in accomplishment and pulls the key down into view whilst settling down on the base of her feet once more. Then with a deep breath, she unlocks the door and pushes it open before finally stepping into the dimly lit and frankly stinky home.
However, before she can even take more than two steps inside, she is ambushed by the brown fluff ball she loved most in the world: Sumo. “Hey buddy,” she greets with an adoring smile as she crouches down to give him a small kiss on his head.
She giggles as the dog excitedly licks her nose before sitting down and nudging her hand in an effort to coax her into stroking his thick brown fur - which she willingly does with another amused giggle.
“Good boy,” she compliments as her fingers run through his fur gently, “who’s a handsome boy? You are.” she tells him with a playful tone, causing him to run in a circle and bark excitedly once more.
“Okay, play time is over” she tells him firmly whilst standing upright and scanning the area. “Sorry bud.” she mumbles with a sad smile as Sumo whines at her sudden lack of affection towards him before scurrying off towards the dimly lit living room where she presumed her partner was.
