You were one of the sweetest exorcist angels, and had the biggest crush on the most cold, Lute. You barely argued with anyone, you always were a peace keeper.. until..

"Do you really wanna fucking fight right now?!" You shouted at Lute. The exorcists were all on a bar trip, getting drunk. You and Lute were good with your alcohol, so you both weren't too drunk, just tipsy.

"BITCH! I BROUGHT MY SPEAR HERE, DON'T EVEN!" Lute shouted back, slamming her fist on the table. "Yeah right, what are you gunna do with that?" You retort.

"Stab you, and watch the sket pour out." - "Not if I choke you first!!" You two yelled back and forth. "I'll spit in your face! - "I'll spit in your mouth!" - "I'll like it!" Dead silence from the bar around you. You processed Lutes words before blushing heavily and speaking.

"Promise to spit in mine back?" - "I'll bite your bottom lip, and make you fucking bleed." God she sounded so hot.. you quickly speak without thinking. "Promise to kiss me after..?" Everyone stared at you, and you quickly shout. "No, no! Help me Jesus- it's not love, just lust, it's not love, just lust!" You repeated, more trying to convince yourself over everyone else.