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He had always been trouble but maybe that was what she was drawn to. No matter how hard Peg tried to escape him, it was still Tramp who came to her rescue when it mattered most. In fact, there was a chance the blonde would still be living out of her Beamer and selling herself to eat her next meal. Sometimes she wondered if there was a greater force bringing them back together but her conversations with his ex-wife were always in the back of her head. While Peg had never seen the monster beneath the man the stories made her wonder how blind she'd been. "He's a asshole, most of them are," she said brushing off the actions that Tramp had pulled her from the depths of. "I thought you would be tired of still helping me. You think I'd have gotten my footing by now." A more somber tone than her usual but he'd caught her when she was near rock bottom again, living on the wage of a bar singer and fighting the voices of her past addictions. "I heard you died. Hell spit you back out too?" Neither of them innocent, having their fair share of actions that put them on the list to get sent downward.

who: @dogmovesout where: tramp's apartment

He had done it again, came to her rescue when she was certain she'd flown too close to the sun again. A little drug deal went wrong in a matter of minutes. She'd come with the right amount of cash but it had quickly become clear that wasn't all he'd wanted to get out of her that night. If Tristan hadn't showed up when he did, Peg wasn't sure she would've gotten out scuff-free. Sometimes it was like he had a sixth sense at knowing when she was in danger and swoped in to save the day. It was what had drawn him to her in the first place and now the blonde sat on the couch she swore she'd never see again. "Thank you for getting me out of that," Peg started, only pausing to shoot back the whiskey he'd given her upon their arrival. "I know I shouldn't be getting into it again but it was only this one time." A lie but it wouldn't be the first time. After all he'd lied about she figured this once wasn't so bad.

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SUKI WATERHOUSE by Jennifer McCord for Los Angeles Times, September 2024

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who: @dogmovesout where: tramp's apartment

He had done it again, came to her rescue when she was certain she'd flown too close to the sun again. A little drug deal went wrong in a matter of minutes. She'd come with the right amount of cash but it had quickly become clear that wasn't all he'd wanted to get out of her that night. If Tristan hadn't showed up when he did, Peg wasn't sure she would've gotten out scuff-free. Sometimes it was like he had a sixth sense at knowing when she was in danger and swoped in to save the day. It was what had drawn him to her in the first place and now the blonde sat on the couch she swore she'd never see again. "Thank you for getting me out of that," Peg started, only pausing to shoot back the whiskey he'd given her upon their arrival. "I know I shouldn't be getting into it again but it was only this one time." A lie but it wouldn't be the first time. After all he'd lied about she figured this once wasn't so bad.

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The night was one she'd only come to experience because it was what everyone had been doing that night. Sitting at home watching reruns of her favorite drama with a two-buck chuck didn't sound as beautiful as a masquerade. Besides, she had a few beautiful dresses that rarely got to see the light of day anymore. They came from when she escorted and would be provided with money for clothing to look the part when she arrived. Tonight's choice was a black number that perhaps left little to the imagination but she preferred to show what she had while she had it. Peg had come on the arm of one of her regulars at the Graveyard. After watching all her sets and buying her drinks she finally accepted one of his many offers to take her out.

That didn't mean she wanted to be around him, frequently finding excuses to pull herself away. This time it was to get some air after claiming that it was too stuffy for her inside. Of course, it was a ploy but she would never complain at the chance to go light up a cigarette. Instead of finding solace, she found Billy who was her own toxin in his own right. "Don't tell me you started without me," she hummed from behind him. Before Peg had the chance to bring out her own he offered her his own cigarette which she was happy to take. "Thanks." The girl gave him a smile, pulling her coat closer to her body and the smoke back to her lips. They sat in silence as she finished it, only communicating through her fingertips gently running against his hand as he stood beside her.

They kept whatever happened between them under wraps which wasn't anything new for her. Peg knew the only time that mattered with a man was alone in his bedroom after all. Still, once they were back in the venue and he had that look in his eye, she knew. The female looked down at her dress and then back at him before pulling at his suit jacket to bring him to the dancefloor with her. Even if she had come with someone else she preferred if it was Billy beside her at the end of that night. "Is it really stealing if I give myself to you?" Peg asked, her eyes flicking up while she pulled herself closer to him. "I'm just glad I found you when I did."

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Billy was already yearning to escape the party. The cigarette between his fingers and the cold night air were almost comforting to his skin. The rush of the people felt suffocating, and he had yet to spot Mavis in the crowd. If he stayed another 30 minutes mingling with strangers, he might give in to his growing frustration and bite someone in the neck. As a new vampire, he didn't have full control over his impulses, and he was well aware that his temper wasn't helping. Taking another puff of his cigarette, he heard a familiar voice behind him, her soft, sweet voice beckoning to him.

"Here," he said, reaching for his cigarette, and he handed it over to her. She took a puff, wearing a large coat that reminded him of the chilly night. Peggy was a talented singer, someone he had grown quite fond of, if not only for their working relationship. Billy wasn't one to follow strict rules, but he refrained from getting romantically involved with humans. It simply wasn't possible. "You can finish it," he told her as she attempted to return the cigarette. Once she was done, he decided to accompany her back to the event, where it was warmer for humans like her and far more irritating for vampires like him.

However, Peggy had a mischievous streak, and she had a way of teasing him. She casually held his hand as he guided her through the steps, and she didn't let go. It was as if she claimed it as her own, and Billy didn't protest, simply allowing her to take what seemed rightfully hers. Peggy removed her coat, revealing a beautiful green dress, which made him clear his throat and bite his lip. She could already tell from his expression that she was winning, and she responded with a smirk and a gentle tug toward the dance floor. Billy found himself dancing with her, the world around them fading away as they swayed to the music. "I suppose I'm stealing you away from your date tonight," he chuckled, fully content and determined not to let her go.

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who: @scamperoo where: scamp's apartment

She'd waited until he was back home to come by, knowing this wasn't a conversation to be had surrounded by pictures of his childhood self. They didn't need to be there when she confronted him with the fact that she was his father's mistress, unbeknownst to her, and she'd also had a less-than-pure relationship with Scamp. This wasn't news she wanted to share with him but he deserved to know, especially now that he had passed. She felt uncomfortable which was an odd feeling for Peg since most things rolled right off her. This on the other hand was too close to the bone that she'd even felt it scrape past her heart. The girl pulled her jean jacket closer to her figure, feeling odd in her own skin, then lifted her hand to knock on his door. What was only a few seconds felt longer, another moment and she might've been able to take off to her car. "Hey Scamper," the blonde said as a sad smile fell onto her lips at the sight of the boy. "Mind if I come in?"

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who: @ladylilah where: the deare house

Once she got the news about Tramp her heart was torn. Was she supposed to be sad? Was his family? Then on top of it Scamp which she had no idea how to approach now that she knew who was his father. She felt like an idiot for never realizing wondering if maybe she had just never wanted to see it. Either way, she needed to come by and at least speak to Lilah. Without meaning to she knew so much while also feeling like she was nosing her place somewhere it shouldn't be. She never wanted to overstep more than she already had unknowingly. "Sorry to stop by like this but I just thought you might need this with everything going on right now," Peg explained holding out a bottle of Billy's famous malt liquor and a red wine made special for the Graveyard. "Not that the answer is to drink but damn does it help." As hard as everything might've been lately she hoped she could at least try to brighten a dark topic.

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who: @undeadbutcherson where: the graveyard

When everyone had gone home from the night before was when Peg would stay to practice her sets. Sleeping had never been something she got much of anyway, her brain working even when she wished it wouldn't. With a mug of black coffee on the stool next to her she strummed her guitar, tuning it to perfection. Once she'd gotten it how she wanted Peg started her first new song of the day. Testing out new music was necessary for her to make sure it sounded right. As she sang the last note someone else made themselves known. It wasn't unusual for Billy to stop by when she was practicing, as he seemed to have as odd a sleep schedule as her. They'd been in each other's company more than might've been considered appropriate for a boss and their employee but she couldn't help herself. There was something about him. "So, what did you think?" She asked him when he came into view, a smile pinching the edge of her lips upward. He'd heard her music for the first time when they met and now her lyrics started to reflex thoughts she might've had about him. "I was considering adding it to the set."

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To state this was an awkward conversation wouldn't even begin to scratch the surface. Even though she felt uncomfortable in the home of the woman she felt she'd done wrong, her kindness was what struck her as more painful. The knowledge that Tramp had mistreated her and she still found it in her heart to ask the woman inside wasn't a nature she was used to. Not everyone was so understanding, that itself makes her feel a bit more on edge. Peg was rough around the edges and already felt out of place in her lovely home. There were pictures of her children, the very ones she'd had with the man that Peg unknowingly was sleeping with. That was when one caught her eye. In front of her sat a photo of a familiar face that made her stomach turn: Scamp. How had she not known? How had she not connected the dots? That's when she really started to feel uncomfortable in the space, as homely as it was. "Thank you," she was able to get out while trying to piece together everything she'd discovered in seconds.

It wasn't until the woman spoke again that she turned from the photos back to her. "Sorry, uh, about as good as Tramp can. Lots of yelling but I bounced pretty fast. I didn't want to stick around for more bullshit." The girl shook her head in an attempt to get the thoughts out. This wasn't about Scamp right now, she'd deal with that later, this was about confronting the fears of her past. She'd made mistakes and needed to start making up for them. "I haven't talked to him since then though. I promise once I found out I was out of there." The girl wanted to make sure the woman knew that Peg didn't continue the affair after learning the truth. "I just bolted, you know?"

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There wasn’t a proper way to put it, especially when the truth was as shit as it was. The last thing she’d expected was the woman to actually invite her but the fact there were questions left to be answered made sense. Of course, Peg was relieved the woman had started to throw fists her way, not like she could blame her if she did. That didn’t change the fact that she was the happiest to hear that she’d been able to escape the man that she knew as Tramp and hopefully find happiness with someone that wasn’t a lying cheat. If it was answers she wanted then Peg would give them to the best of her ability, though feeling a bit awkward by the whole interaction. There was only so much she could do to relieve the guilt she felt but this was a start, to say the least. The blonde paused, took a deep breath, and turned back around to face the reality of the situation.

“Yeah, I bet you do and I don’t really blame you,” she said finding a small smile herself, trying to show her understanding. “It’s alright if you are a bit mad, I smashed a lot of his shit on my way out if it makes you feel any better.” It was an attempt at something to lighten the mood that was understandably a bit awkward. At least they both had one thing in common, they both seemed to hate Tristan Tramp. Peg started into the house after Lilah and her eyes were scanning the home she’d only seen from a drive-by outside. She’d only imagined what it was like, to have a place to call home and what she thought was a happy family inside. “Your home is lovely, by the way,” Peg said hoping it didn’t come off disingenuine.

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As she makes her way back into the house with the woman following behind, Lilah stops for just a brief moment at her confession of having broken some of Tristan’s belongings on the way out the door of their hidden relationship. But she recovers quickly, waving the woman into the living room as she heads into the kitchen. “Feel free to make yourself at home,” she offers as she makes quick work of grabbing two wine glasses and the new bottle she had been saving for the weekend. In any other circumstance she might have asked first about whether or not Peg even wanted a drink, but considering everything they were likely going to be discussing she figured it would likely be needed.

Entering the living room and setting the bottle and glasses on the coffee table she watched the way that Peg was slowly walking around and inspecting the area. The photos on the wall mostly were just of the children alone, but there were still a few with the entire family left up. Not because Lilah wanted to reminisce on those days, but because she had been worried taking them down would be too big of a sign that something had been wrong. Despite how obvious it may have been that the divorce had been anything but clean, Lilah had wanted to make it as small of an ordeal for the kids as she could - which meant trying to keep their family home as much the same as it always had been. “And… how did he take that?” she asks hesitantly, her mind still stuck on the small tidbit Peg had offered moments ago. “You smashing his shit as you said?” The real question was left unspoken - one that the other woman would only hear if their situations had been even slightly similar. Because Lilah knew if she had reacted that way to anything Tristan had ever done well… there was a chance she may not be sitting here right now.

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It was rare that anyone called her by her first name anymore, though she didn't mind the sound of it when it came off his tongue. Someone who had no idea about her past was refreshing. She couldn't always escape it but for a moment she felt like she was simply Margret and perhaps he could be William as well. The girl danced in front of him for a moment, giving a polite curtsy but her eyes never leaving his as she did. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, William." The words came out like honey. Sweet and sticking to him as soon as they left her lips. It suited him, though she thought Billy has its own nice ring to it. He was charming in a classic sense and she found it exciting after having to deal with as many modern douchebags as she did. There was a timeless appeal to him, Peg already feeling drawn to it. She liked the way he looked at her and the way his hand fit in hers. The coldness of his touch didn't cause her to bat an eye, in a strange way it drew her closer, wanting to be engulfed in it. Peg wasn't used to infatuation with someone since Tramp but her new job was off to a risky start.

The girl looked up through the dirty blonde hair that had swung in front of her eyes. Their closeness made a smile pinch at the edge of her lips. Maybe it was bad but she'd always played by another set of rules. "I'm new in town, haven't really gotten around to making friends yet," she said simply. Of course, she had Scamp and Dodger from her life off the isle but this was a fresh start for all of them. Not to mention after her most recent discovery she'd been avoiding them both like the plague. The thought of staying there all night was a foolish one, he was to become her boss after all, but she wouldn't mind his company. Not to mention the alcohol was divine and she couldn't deny that it was an outlet she took advantage of. Peg took the glass to give it a sip, letting it sit in her mouth for a second before she gave her response. "Strong but smooth. Impressive," she said, letting her tongue run along her lips to savor the flavor. That's when her eyes locked back on his and she held back her own desires. "It's not easy to find a good malt liquor these days."

"Margaret," he repeated, liking the sound of her name as it rolled off his tongue. There was something endearing about it, a melody that echoed within his own ears. Peggy was a pleasant name too, much like her radiant smile. He found himself looking at her for longer than acceptable, but Billy had a tendency to lose himself in his own thoughts, and miraculously, it seemed she didn't mind the attention he gave her. "William, yes. It does have an old-school charm, don’t you say?" It was undeniably old-fashioned, simply because he was old himself. Time had left its mark on him, frozen since the day the witches had condemned him to the vampires. And now, as he looked at her, it was as if he hadn't lived through the same era over and over again. Peggy's face had a natural radiance when she spoke, and although they were complete strangers, her hand felt strangely familiar intertwined with his. It intrigued him, it was a connection he had never experienced with a stranger's touch before.

"Why would you be alone? Don't you have friends who would celebrate with you?" he asked, leaning closer until their faces were mere inches apart. Her warm breath brushed against his cold skin, creating a sensation that sent shivers down his spine. "We can stay here. we’re up all night," he suggested, the liquor in his hand as cold as his own flesh. She seemed oblivious to his coolness, with her smile simply unwavering. He fought the urge to mirror her expression, biting his own lips to contain his own contentment. "Try this," he said, lifting the glass of malt liquor, the golden liquid gleaming in the space between them. "My family recipe. I want to hear your thoughts on it."

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There wasn't a proper way to put it, especially when the truth was as shit as it was. The last thing she'd expected was the woman to actually invite her but the fact there were questions left to be answered made sense. Of course, Peg was relieved the woman had started to throw fists her way, not like she could blame her if she did. That didn't change the fact that she was the happiest to hear that she'd been able to escape the man that she knew as Tramp and hopefully find happiness with someone that wasn't a lying cheat. If it was answers she wanted then Peg would give them to the best of her ability, though feeling a bit awkward by the whole interaction. There was only so much she could do to relieve the guilt she felt but this was a start, to say the least. The blonde paused, took a deep breath, and turned back around to face the reality of the situation.

"Yeah, I bet you do and I don't really blame you," she said finding a small smile herself, trying to show her understanding. "It's alright if you are a bit mad, I smashed a lot of his shit on my way out if it makes you feel any better." It was an attempt at something to lighten the mood that was understandably a bit awkward. At least they both had one thing in common, they both seemed to hate Tristan Tramp. Peg started into the house after Lilah and her eyes were scanning the home she'd only seen from a drive-by outside. She'd only imagined what it was like, to have a place to call home and what she thought was a happy family inside. "Your home is lovely, by the way," Peg said hoping it didn't come off disingenuine.

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Peg started to shake her head the moment the woman started to explain where Tramp was, seeing him being the very last thing she wanted to do. She understood why she might think that but it was quite the opposite. “Oh, no, I’m good,” the girl said while she returned her gaze to the woman in front of her. It was harder to look at her when she knew the information she did. “Will be avoiding Oogie’s though now, thank you.” A laugh followed her words, though it was small and awkward, a subconscious attempt to lighten the heavy air between them. It was one of those situations where it was best to rip off the bandaid and that’s exactly what Peg did. “I was fucking him,” she said bluntly, giving a sigh once she did. “Well, not now, but years ago. He never told me he had a wife or anything and once I found out, I tld him off and bailed. Should’ve come to you then but fuck, how do you tell someone that, you know?” The blonde looked down for a moment to reflect on her own mistakes. “Just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Peg didn’t want to overstay her welcome after revealing such a touchy thing, slowly starting to back up on the porch in preparation to leave.

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The confusion that had already been there only grows as the woman says she’ll now be avoiding Oogie’s and doesn’t actually want to see Tristan, but before Lilah can even ask any further questions about it the answer is given. And it is certainly not one that she wants to hear, though it shouldn’t be one that’s so surprising. But somehow it is. “Oh,” is all that Lilah really says at first as she takes it all in - as her chest constraints at this realization that Tristan had cheated on her. It aligns so perfectly with how shitty of a husband and man he’d always been, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. In fact, knowing that it’s something she should have seen coming almost makes it even harder to deal with right now. Because she should have been prepared for this, but she wasn’t. And maybe it should hurt so bad, maybe she’s being a bit ridiculous finding herself upset over this - because cheating was hardly the worst thing Tristan had ever done to her. But even amongst all the violence and anger and abuse, Lilah had never really questioned whether or not he was actually faithful to her.

She’s snapped out of her daze though as the woman rounds out her confession with an apology and starts to walk away. “Wait,” she says to stop her, forcing a small smile as she shakes her head clear of any of the previous thoughts. “Do you… Do you want to come in?” As soon as the question is out of her mouth, Lilah realizes how strange it may seem and that it could come across very differently than how she means it. “Not because I’m angry. I’m not - not at you. You don’t have anything to apologize for. I don’t doubt for a second that he didn’t tell you about me. I just… I just have a few questions.”

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