Laxus had a rough week. He had been cooped up in the office filing paperwork due to his destructive reckless guildmates. Later, he would have to discuss a plan to get them to lower the damage with gramps, but now wasn't the time to think about that. Laxus was getting some much-needed fresh air, and hopefully, by the end of the night, he'd be getting his dick wet.

The Death Scythes meet the Dark Angels and become rivals on the spot what is to come of both bands. Warning: lots of OOC, and for Mature audiences only for future purposes!