I Still Love You..

1: Babysitting His Drunk Ass. Lute's POV

Adam likes to do this. I don't understand why. He gets drunk in his room and calls me, all like, "Come onnnn, Danger-tits! I wanna talkkkk!" It gets on my fucking nerves. He's my boss, so as the respectful lieutenant I am, I go and babysit him. The moment I look away, he falls off of his chair or something. That's why I call it babysitting.

I sit in his room on his bed, bored out of my mind whilst he rambles on about some story that happened to him. I pretend to listen by nodding every now and then, and only pay attention when he's asking a question. I don't complain, but I do grumble every time he does something stupid like falling or trying to pretend to flirt. One moment, he's yapping about something random, the next, he's crying about missing Lillith. Right now he's in his chair, going on about some random exorcist who didn't follow his exact orders.

I listen, but only because I'm bored. He doesn't even seem to know what he's talking about. Finally, I think he's had enough to drink.

"Sir, you've had enough. Give me the glass." I say quite sternly. I didn't mean for it to sound that rude, so now he probably didn't want to give it to me. That annoying ass..

Adam raises an eyebrow. He clearly wasn't listening. "Huh? Whaddya sayin'?"

I sigh. "I said, give me the glass, sir. You've had far too much to drink tonight. Adding on, if any of the Seraphims saw you like this, you're double dead. Now give me the drink."

Adam jerks the drink away out of reach after I say this, spilling some on himself. I stifle a laugh.

"Nooo! Don't be such a buzzkill, tits!" Adam says in his whiny-ass voice.

I grumble and stand up, walking towards him. I think he forgot that I can easily reach this, despite me being smaller. I climb up on top of him and snatch the drink out of his hand, quickly getting off of him and setting it on the farthest counter there is so that he can't reach it. I walk back to his drunk-ass, and he has a pouty face on. I cross my arms in annoyance at seeing this.

Adam doesn't convince me to give him his drink back. He tries all sorts of things. "But it makes me feel goooddd!" or, "It hurts without it!"

He's clearly only saying those things because he's drunk.

I try and go sit back down on the bed, so I have to turn my back to him in order to do so. But, just as I turned around, of course, I hear a loud thump. I turn around. Adam's on the floor face-first. I stifle another laugh, covering my mouth with my hand to prevent him from seeing any signs of laughter. I admit, it is pretty funny seeing him fall like that.

I walk toward Adam again and get beside him, waiting for him to sit up.

When he sits up, he doesn't seem hurt at all, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I help him up and onto the chair again. Once he's settled, I decide to stand beside him to be able to catch him if he did fall. I don't know why I wanted to do that, because it was pretty damn funny seeing him face-planted on the floor, but I knew he might get mad at me for not helping him up.

I hate babysitting his drunk ass.