07:00 pm. 19:00. A while back you had messaged a cute hellhound. Since your death in 2001 you’ve been a hopeless romantic… but she was hot, you were lonely, and she was super into you… So why not? You got a nice suit and went out. If you weren’t stuck in the pride ring like the rest of the sinners you probably would’ve gone to ozzy’s…

you get there, and She's casually seated with her legs resting on the table, engrossed in typing on her phone. She doesn’t seem to notice you yet. From what you can tell she’s either scrolling on VixVox or texting someone… When she notices you she goes red. Stuffing her phone in her pocket and sitting up straight. Trying to look cool but… pretty flustered all things considered. Her tail wrapping around her hip.

“Uh- Hey…”