Sinners Are Winners [bxb]

Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN- The Red Returns

Xavion had his grip on my arm as we left the ice cream parlor.

"We gotta get these sin-points up fast..." he muttered, more to himself than me. He glanced back at me. "I'm guessing you're a virgin, right?"

Immediate red flags filled my vision and I narrowed my eyes. "Yeah... I'd prefer it stay that way."

"Yeah, yeah." He sighed. "It's a shame though. You've got a nice body, I'm sure you'd be exceptional at riding cock."

I scowled. "What does that have anything to do with being a virgin? Is that even sinful?"

Xavion stumbled in his stride, looking taken aback. He looked back at me again. "Loads."

"Well, maybe I could do that to get back the soul darkening!" I smiled. "As long as we can find a chicken." I blinked. "Chickens are too small to be ridden though, I feel like I'd accidentally crush the poor thing. I already ate their eggs, I don't think I could murder them too..."

Xavion broke into laughter. He let go of my arm and stopped walking so he could fully face me. I felt myself quickly stopping so I wouldn't run into him. The longer he laughed the more insecure I felt.

"What's so funny?"

"Cocks as in penis."

I blinked. "Well, who in their right mind would refer to their genitals as a chicken? And how are you expecting me to ride a penis? They don't walk." I shook my head.

Xavion started bubbling with laughter again.

"They don't walk!" I repeated, scrunching my eyebrows. "Xavion, please confirm that they don't walk. I'm getting nervous."

Xavion laughed harder for a moment before finally answering. "They don't walk."

"Thank the Lord." I sighed.

"Woahhhh!" Xavion grabbed my shoulders. "Are you absolutely nuts?! Are you trying to transcend? Careful what you say!"

My eyes widened and I clapped my hands over my mouth. "Oops. I meant fuck the Lord."

We both glanced down at my soul to observe its pristine white get slightly milky. Xavion relaxed. "Improvement, but not good enough." He grabbed my arm and started to keep leading down the street. We passed different shops and fun-looking places. I wanted to go in a shop that smelled like Grant's morning cup of hot, bitter liquid, but Xavion insisted that we had more important manners to attend to.

He suddenly paused, looking at a store that was bright-colored. "Ishmael. Isn't God really pissed when angels get tats and piercings?"

I blinked in surprise at the question. "He doesn't believe that we should deface our bodies He created." I shrugged. "He doesn't mind so much when humans do it, though. I'm not sure what he'd think of a fallen angel doing it though."

"What if the tattoo is an inverted pentagram?"

I frowned. "Wait a second-- Xavion, I don't think I want--"

"On your ass."

I gasped. "Absolutely not!"

"Absolutely!" Xavion said and pulled me towards what I know assumed was a tattoo shop.

I dug my heels into the concrete pathway and shook my head rapidly. "No!"

Xavion pouted at me for a moment. "How about an inverted cross earring?"

I grabbed my ear. "For Saint Peter?"

"For Saint Tan."

I frowned. "Who?"