Imagine armon coming home drunk with the smell of cheap perfume and lipstick on his face
You said on the couch in the dark right by the door and suddenly the lights came on and armon walked in. He said hey baby and he gave you a sloppy kiss. You asked where were you at. He slurs his words and says attt a friendss house. You said yeah OK and armon tried to go to bed but you stopped him and he smelled like cheap perfume and liquor. Then out to corner of your eye you saw a big red lipstick on his neck and cheek. You said who the fuck gave you a kiss on your neck and cheek. I don't know he said. You said nah nigga you better answer me. He slurred his words and said I swear I don't know. Then you said I know you're drunk. He hesitated and said OK baby I went to a bar and did shots with my niggas then we went to the strip club and this girl pulled me in this room and she seduced me. You said oh OK. Armon said I'm sorry baby. Then you let him got to sleep. Then next day he got into the shower and you poured oil on the the floor when he came out he slipped and he was covered in oil. Then he got your belt and started hitting him and you said don't ever lie to me . Armon screamed and said y/n y/n y/n stop I'm sorry! Then he got up and yelled at you but you didn't care you thought justice was served
