I cannot stand the women here. Every time I think to my self," oh, well, I'll just go out and get a cappuccino and maybe relax with a novel. Crap! Here come the girls..." they will prance right over sit in front of me or besides me and start their ways of trying to hook up. They are so needy.
I went into a bar the other night and saw this guy impressing others chicks and I rolled my eyes at him. He walked up to me and asked if I just rolled my eyes at him. I didn't answer him, instead I took a sip of my drink and spit it in his face. To ever think he ever called himself a bad boy... I'm as bad as they get! I took his arm twisted it behind his back and walked him out of the bar wear I kicked him to the curb. The girls were all about it but I didn't care. I got a job out of my act though. The bar man is going to start paying me to get rid of losers like his sorry butt.
The demon looked up from his journal to see a girl staring at him as per usual. He gave her and evil glare and went back to writing.
I have an apartment that I should be getting back to after all my wings could use a stretch. *yawn* oh well that is all for-
"Whatcha writing?"
The demon noticed the girl was in front of him now.
"A essay for my college," he replied. The girl smiled.
"Does that mean no I can't see the wings?" She asked. Grey looked at her in surprise.
