2: What The Hell is Going on Again? Adam's POV

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I'm drunk as fuck. And I know this. And I know I shouldn't be doing this, as if Sera found out, she's for sure fire me.

Lute's by my side and I don't know what to think. I decide to tell the time where he killed around 500 sinners during Extermination.

"And this demon chic was all like: No! DoNt KiLl Me! DoNt KiLl Me! And I was all like: Um, do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam and I kill who I wanna kill, bitch. Then I fucking cut her ass with my super-cool guitar-axe! She screamed like the rest of Hell was and got blood EVERYWHERE! Pretty fuckin' fun extermination." I had taken my time to explain each and every kill I had gotten. All 500. I feel pretty cool.

I look over at Lute, who's just staring at me and nodding every now and then. She's totally listening. "How many did you kill that year again?" I ask.

"200, sir." Lute answers my question fastly, in which I nod.

"Badass! You're so cool, Danger-tits." I say with a smirk.

Suddenly, I find myself looking at Lute up and down, my eyes resting for a bit on her chest and crotch the most. Lute doesn't seem to notice, thankfully, as she's looking off into some window. I look away in slight embarrassment. Why the hell..?

A few more things spark in me. Fuck.. Is it love or something more?

I shrug to myself, being too drunk to care.

Eventually, Lute says she has to use the bathroom. I use this as my chance to get up and go to the glass of alcohol she took away. Little fucking bastard.. I grab it and down it quickly, feeling that familiar buzz that I love. I set the glass back down and creep back to the chair, acting as if I haven't moved an inch.

When Lute comes back, she notices the empty glass. Shit, I thought, I forgot that she'd notice that.

Lute looks at me with a disappointed face. She doesn't say anything. I grin at her and chuckle a little.

After a few more ramblings of other stories, I feel that feeling I had earlier. I don't know what it is. But since I've got more alcohol in my system, I start to lose control of my movements. I feel something lifting in my crotch. Shit.. Am I getting hard? It only worsens when I look back over at Lute.

Suddenly, I pull Lute by the arm with a smirk.

"Let's make a bet. If I make you blush, you owe me a blowjob."

Fuck. Why did I say that. Why. Why, Adam? Shit. I can't control what I say anymore either. I put my free hand on Lute's cheek and force her to keep her gaze on me.

What the hell am I doing, and what the hell is going on?..

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