You and Mace had some tension. It wasn't the healthiest of relationships, but good enough.

This was one of your little fights that only ended one way, sensually.

"Do you actually wanna fucking fight right now?" You say.

"Bitch I brought a knife with me, don't even try me." Mace replied.

"Yeah right, what're you gonna do with that?" You say doubtingly.

"Stab you and watch the skeet pour out," he glares down at you.

"Not if I choke you first!"

"I'll spit in your face!" Mace got closer.

"I'll spit in your mouth!" You stepped up closer.

"I'll like it!" He replies.

"Will you spit in mine back?" You ask, sounding a little desperate.

"I'll bite your bottom lip and make you fucking bleed." Mace threatens.