I looked out over the swam of people crowding the stage, their faces distorted by the coloured flashing lights. Scanning their faces quickly, careful not to linger on anyone too long lest they think I care about them, I made mental notes of the hottest chicks in the bar. One 'interesting' thing about their outfit and what they were drinking. This would make it way easier to seem interested in them later on in the night. As I was surveying the crowd I noticed someone in the corner, completely stoic as some drunk was being overly handsy with her. Usually I wouldn't have given a shit and would have continued ripping up the stage on my guitar but she was different. I felt drawn to her, like I knew her from somewhere even though I wouldn't be caught dead talking to a woman with SHORT HAIR. Like ew are you a man or something? what happened to trying to look hot?
I decided to throw the rest of the song and jumped off stage, surely she would be grateful to her hero for coming to save her in her time of need. I might even hit that if her face was as nice as her body. To be fair I could always just go from the back even if it wasn't. As I got closer I knew my gut feeling was right. I definitely knew this girl, her perfume was so familiar. Maybe I had slept with her before?
I watched in horror as I was just about to pull the guy off her, she punched him right under the chin throwing his head back and causing him to bite the tip of his tongue off. She climbed on top of him, straddling his chest and grabbing his face. A bloodthirsty grin spread over her face as she surveyed the damage she caused. She grabbed his hand spotting his wedding ring, and snapping that ring finger clean in half. I wasn't sure how on earth this woman made it to heaven but I knew i wanted absolutely nothing to do with this whole situation.
She looked up at me, golden eyes glinting with malice as I made a show of pushing my way to the bar. "saying excuse me never hurt anyone" she called after me. "you sure fuckin did though didn't you love" I said over my shoulder not daring turn around. God was she trying to start a fight with every man in the bar? Doesn't she know who I am anyway? Like come on have some respect. I grabbed my drink and headed towards a couple of nice looking blondes in a booth far away from that crazy chick. Thank god she didn't follow me.
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GuitarSpear
Romanceromantic fanfiction about Adam and Lute from Hazbin Hotel. not necessarily lore accurate since the series isn't finished but I'll do my best to keep to the existing lore. none of the images are mine. i will do my best to tag the original artists. ...
