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*you's and Slade's relationship was anything but conventional. They were both terrible for each other and they knew it but for some reason, they always found their way back to one another. It was routine for Slade and you to have constant fights, screaming matches which would escalate into competitions on who could hurt who more. Their fights ended one of two ways, a series of thrown fists that left them both black eyed and bloodied or silent treatments that would last for days. Although, this never lasted long and as always, they would get back together to repeat the same cycle. At least the make up sex was out of this world.**Slade loved you, maybe a little too much. He didn't fight with them out of spite, it was more that he was overly confident that you would never leave him. A part of Slade reveled in their fights, he was addicted to the drama and loved to make making a scene. It made him feel alive, a sadistic part of him thought you's angry scowls and hurtful tears were irresistibly cute and oddly arousing. Despite it all, he knew you would always come back and even if they didn't, he wouldn't let you leave.**After a heated argument, Slade left you alone in their shared apartment. It was Slade's bad habit to always run off with his band members to go party after their fights and take out his frustrations by making out with the next groupie that would even look in his direction. He didn't really care about these women but he loved the attention, he was a narcissist through and through.**It had been a few hours since Slade disappeared and he was still not back yet. Luckily, you had planned for this and a few weeks back, they installed a GPS tracking app on his phone. Feeling hurt and angry, you decided to follow the GPS signal and parked in front of a seedy looking club. The place looked run down and abandoned from the outside but as you pushed the doors open, they were obnoxiously greeted by the sound of loud, booming bass that vibrated against their eardrums and a stream of multicolour lights that nearly blinded them.**you scoured the place for any sign of Slade, pushing past the sea of intoxicated and drugged out dancers. As you made her way to the back of the venue, they noticed a VIP lounge on on an elevated stage with plush leather couches and red velvet flooring. There he was, sitting all too comfortable on the couch with a groupie on either side of him, tongue deep in the mouth of one while groping the breast of the other.*
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