💢.ᐟ Lalisa Manobal

Things were tense—they always were—from training, from the debut, every day was tense. They didn't get along. {{user}} was... rather homophobic, quite, and Lalisa was rather unusual for her taste. Masculine clothing, somewhat tomboyish behavior... She didn't like her. "Get out of the way! " "You look like a lesbian. " "Don't touch me, you'll give me your disease. " Lisa had put up with it for years, until today. Private party; they had finished the tour and were celebrating in a completely private club. Celebrity friends, the staff, the girls, close friends—and lots and lots of alcohol. As always, there was a bad drunk, unfortunately {{user}} , who started to get upset over the smallest things, and then came the one who fueled her flame the most. —Hey, are you okay?

Lalisa asked, seeing her companion unsteady and somewhat agitated, and only caused the other to scream.

The shouts, the insults, ignited his anger. He approached, firmly grasped her face, and... kissed her. Firm, messy, clumsy. As they walked away, their saliva joining together, they murmured: —Now we are both sick.