It had been a month since Smexy's strange behavior and I had opted to ignore it. Despite his new schedule of popping in three times a week for sex and cuddles, his behavior hadn't changed. It was starting to piss me off.

Dating was my new word of the week, I was pissed and ready to get over Smexy. Unfortunately though, I knew I'd never find another like him. Big dick and a good sense of humor, oh I was going to miss a lot.

Tonight was the night I'll be having a new one night stand. I had a new dress and a new set of lingerie residing beneath it. My body is sexy and I'm more than prepared to get laid.

"Hey (Y/n)! Are you almost here?" The text from Annabelle read. If I wasn't in the middle of driving, I'd text her back. Though, I wasn't certain how excited I was to be out and drinking. I wondered if I was even stable enough to be out and about tonight.

Pulling up at the turn, I sent her a thumbs up before getting a clearing to turn. I parked in a spot and got out of my car, grabbing my purse on the way out. The (paint/c) door closed smoothly and I locked my car door.

~

The brothers stood in a small circle in the middle of the crowded club. Music was blaring out loudly and Slender was very annoyed. Why Offender insisted that they'd meet here was beyond him, this was a club after all, not even a regular bar.

Slender raised his brow angrily at the sight of Offender getting distracted from their already difficult meeting. His human forms cheeks flushed red in anger as he gritted his teeth. Trender nudged Offender hard, earning a grunt and glare.

"What?!" Offender snapped at Trender, rage on his own pale features. Trender motioned toward the clearly enraged older brother and Offender huffed. "Sorry Slendy, just repeat yourself. I'm listening."

"No. I want to know why you had us all come here, instead of keeping to the usual place, if you weren't even going to pay attention." Offender would've rolled his eyes at his brother if he was in his actual human form, though this seemed to anger the Slenderman more. "Tell us. Now."

"There's no real reason, Slender." Offender replied with a clearly fake smirk. "Just wanted to be here to pick someone up after another one of these annoying meetings ya keep calling."

"Well this one should actually be important to you, Offender. Considering this one is about your odd behavior recently." Slender stated with a growl, glaring at his younger half brother. Offender then seemed taken aback and confused.

"What? Why's this about me?"

"Because you've been rude and inattentive lately. Your kills have gone down and though I don't like how you do them, it's still a dramatic decrease from the usual. The area is easing up and becoming more reckless which causes problems for us."

Trender listened to the feud between his brothers and began to look around. He heard them begin to argue and Splendor try to stop them. That's when Trender spotted a familiar figure with (h/l) (h/c) hair.

Suddenly, he realized why Offender wanted to take the meeting here. There stood (Y/n), absolutely shit faced (judging by her trembling legs) making out with a woman in the corner. Offender knew (Y/n) would be coming here tonight and had been keeping an eye out for her.

Trender knew of the issues between the two friends with benefits, but he didn't think (Y/n) would get this upset to take on a drunken hookup. He knew she was upset considering that she always pestered him about Offender's wellbeing. Perhaps he should've known when she stopped texting him a week ago that she was upset. Even more upset he should say.

"Uhm. Offender, I found who you were looking for."

~

I pressed my body against hers, the passion of our bodies colliding sending a burning bliss through me. She was no Smexy, but damn she was gorgeous. She was your classic tomboyish lesbian: short hair, suit, and muscular. In this case, however, she was the thick sort of muscular and I was digging it.

This lady knew exactly what she was doing when she tugged gently at my hair, whispering praises and asking for consent to touch me further. I'd smirk and ask for her to beg. The second she referred to me as goddess, I swear I almost orgasmed in my lace thong.

"Oh yes mortal~ grace your goddess with sinful hands~." I moaned gently in the woman's ear, earning a tremble from her. My breasts squished nicely against hers and our lips fit together almost perfectly. Though, something didn't feel right kissing her.

Maybe it was because she deserved better. I was just looking for a rebound after all. A quickie in the back and a throbbing headache in the morning. Suddenly a stinging sensation made me hiss. Whatever it was hurt and I pulled away from the woman.

"Ow..."

"Are you alright?" She asked, cupping my face gently. I nodded and rolled my shoulders.

"Yeah... I-I don't know what happened but it hurt."

"I just brushed over your tattoo, is it new?" She asked.

"Tattoo...? What are you—?"

"(Y/n)!" A very familiar voice interrupted my train of thought. A bubbling rage suddenly filled me and I sent the woman away with a quick apology. When I turned around I came face to face with a very angry Smexy. I was quick to glare at him, my drunken head dizzy, my world slightly spinning. "What the fuck are you doing here?! Your fucking shit faced and making out with someone."

I listened to his scolding as my rage built up inside of me and the urge to scream at him came to me. Every emotion that I had been through in the past month came back to me to hit me hard. I didn't know if I was crying or if my eyes were hurting from being open for so long (I didn't sleep last night).

"Look who's talking. I don't know why you're even scolding me. We're not dating. Maybe we could be if it wasn't for your fucking attitude. I tried to be nice and helpful but you left early each morning after just coming over for sex. I told you from the start I didn't want that but no, what do you care?! You're just some prick who preyed on me and got tired of me." I growled back at him, my drunken state unable to yell in his face.

"For fucks sake." He growled before his lips abruptly attached to mine. A moan left me unexpectedly and my body quickly submitted to his. This was it. This was the perfect match: his lips against mine. The kiss made me want to forgive him, apologize for being angry despite the fact I had every right to be.

I enjoyed this kiss for a little too long before pushing him off and panting him. His usual smirk came back and I almost felt relieved, but my rage was a wave much bigger. I scoffed and stormed away from him.

"You're the one who wanted this. You decided to be a prick." I only made it halfway through the crowd before I was gently grabbed by the wrist. When I turned I saw Ryan. He was blurry in my vision as I was now crying.

"(Y/n), please calm down."

"Get off of me!" I yelled, yanking away from him, almost falling. My vision was starting to turn black, the dots obscuring my sight. "I'd prefer to think you weren't in on this, but now that I know you're both here it sure fucking seems like it! I'm not one to kink shame but that's super messed up. I-I don't even know what you got out this?! The shits and giggles of pissing me off and using me?!"

Ryan looked as if he desperately wanted to say something, but I began to walk away from him. Suddenly, my vision went completely black as I continued to shove people out of my way. I never knew if I made it to the door or not, all I know is that I was grabbed when I fainted.