Party Poison didn't hate anyone. Except for you. You, THE motherfucking Scarlett Demolition, one of the most untouchable killjoys since Party Poison himself, had been really getting on his nerves lately. You always snapped back, laughing through the pain of getting shot or aiming your gun at him when he would wake you up by banging pots and pans in your doorway. He hated how hot it was, the way you made him feel so helpless. It had been Fun Ghouls idea to let you join the Fabulous Four, becoming the fifth and only female member. Your days of being alone were only getting more dangerous, so you were thankful for the team to back you up when you needed it.

The sun had long since dipped behind the murky black sky, leaving the Diner in silence. Party, being himself, decided to come annoy you. Maybe it was an excuse to himself to get closer to you, maybe he really just wanted to bother you because he was bored. Either way, he was doing it. He said nothing as he kicked your door open and closed it, before flopping down on the bed beside you. He knew you hated people being in your personal space, so that's why he chose to push your notebook out of your hands and roll so his face was pressed down into your thighs. His pretty little heart fluttered in sick satisfaction at his placement, as he always had a thing for thighs. But he reminded himself that he was here to annoy you, not get close. He still hated your guts, at least he thought that's what it was.