(Disclaimer, this chapter might be a bit gross, with drugs and alcohol mentioned throughout)
"Welp this is my place," Meltwater shrugged, kicking an empty alcohol bottle to the side as she stepped in. "Don't mind the mess. I share this place with six other asshats."
"Screw you," Mildew said in between breaths as she made out with her current boyfriend on the couch. Her fat, dark brown MudWing body taking up most of the space, crushing the poor, disheveled NightWing under her weight. Mildew was a bum, with no job and a new boy toy every week.
"Uh," Spittlebug mumbled, taking in the space. Stains covered the walls, trash littered the floor, and a very drunk SkyWing lay in a puddle of his own vomit in the little space there was. The smell was always awful, mould and accidental pee accidents wafted through the air. Meltwater hated it, but she didn't have a choice. This tiny house in the worst part of town was all she could afford.
"Look out," Skink said, lightly pushing them aside as he walked through. "Someone more fabulous then you could ever dream to be coming through. Oh, someone better clean up Avian, because y'all know I ain't doing it.
"I don't mean to be rude, but do you really live like this?" Spittlebug asked. Meltwater was afraid she'd say that. It had been almost a month now, and she had just worked up the nerve to bring her girlfriend over.
"I'm forced to. I hate everything and everyone here. Except Jujube. And I can tolerate Skink," she replied, knowing the SandWing would overhear them. "Now I think we should go to my room, before smelly and her prince charming over there advance their moves," She pointed to Mildew, who cussed her out between deep kisses from her NightWing.
The house had two bedrooms, three to a room, while Mildew took the couch. Meltwater shared the room with an IceWing SandWing named Reflection, and Avian, the alcoholic SkyWing. Skink had to share a room with a RainWing SeaWing named Downpour, though they called him Tiny, as he was the youngest, and Jujube. Meltwater's room was tiny, with the three nests of blankets and trash packed close together. Hers was the least dirty, but it was still pretty bad.
"Uh, should we..." Meltwater asked, putting a talon on the HiveWing's shoulder.
"Ya, I guess," Spittlebug replied, leaning in for a kiss. They sat kissing for a while, but not very enthusiastically.
"Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something? I just wanted to get Tiny's thing he left in here," A voice asked from behind the IceWing hybrid. Jujube stood in the doorway.
"No, not really," Meltwater replied. "Tiny's drugs are over in that corner. Reflection was smoking them last night. And this is Spittlebug. She's a HiveWing. Spittlebug, this is my good friend, Jujube. Jujube grinned. He was a fiery orange, with pink and dark blue swirling through his large ruff, which was heavily pierced with silver rings. He was a bartender, and a damn good one, too.
"I really don't like it here," Spittlebug said softly. "We should go back to my place. It's WAY nicer. No trash anywhere. And no awful smell."
"We should probably do that, ya," Meltwater agreed. As long as it wasn't this place, she was down.
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Misunderstood Love
FanfictionSpittlebug moved to Pantala to get a breath of fresh air from her busy hive life. She intended to create a farm and sell whatever she grew to the neighbouring kingdoms. Maybe even find a wife and settle down with some dragonets. Until she quite lite...
