[ WP ] Angel , Demon , sinner , saint . Write a story that includes each of these archetypes , but without using names people will recognize .

Grace lay on Ellie's bed, watching her get dressed. 
 
 `` What do you reckon?'' Ellie asked, twisting her neck in front of the mirror to try and see if the back of the small black dress was alright. 
 
 `` What about the red one?'' Grace roamed a critical eye over her friend. `` Y'know, the one that makes your tits look fantastic?'' 
 
 `` I like the one you're wearing,'' Ava called over from the desk chair where she was sat painting her nails a pale blue. `` Shows off your tiny waist but is n't too over the top.'' 
 
 Grace laughed, relishing the friendly insult. They had all known each other far too long to take each other seriously. 
 
 `` Oh but life is so much more fun when you're over the top,'' she proclaimed. `` Not that you'd know anything about that, Ava.'' 
 
 Ava bristled and opened her mouth but Ellie quickly interrupted, keen to prevent an argument. Ava and Grace argued a lot. They seemed to enjoy it. In fact, they made a sport out of it. It's probably because they were so similar. Two sides of the same coin, Ellie always thought, but she was happy to know them. She would n't have got through university without'em nor the big wide world she now found herself in. 
 
 `` How about some drinks?'' 
 
 Grace nodded happily and even Ava found herself distracted from the next insult she was going to form. 
 
 `` I'll make us all mojitos,'' Grace offered and stretched her long, slim body out of bed. Ellie admired the way she could pull off a tight pair of black leggings covered in tiny white crucifixes and a sheer black blouse. She could never be that confident. 
 
 `` Virgin for me,'' Ava reminded. `` I'm driving tonight.'' 
 
 Grace raised a painted eyebrow high and shrugged. 
 
 `` You'll have a couple, right, Ellie?'' she said, rather than asked. 
 
 `` Just one!'' Ellie insisted. `` I've got work tomorrow.'' 
 
 
 Five mojitos and half a bottle of wine later, Grace, Ellie and Ava all piled into Ava's clean Vauxhall Corsa. It always smelt like spring, like sunshine, but Ellie was n't sure how. There was no little air fresheners hanging up. Grace lit a cigarette with a snap of a zippo and took a long drag. Ava coughed pointedly. 
 
 `` Could you at least open the window?'' she moaned. Grace winked at Ellie and cranked it down. 
 
 `` Want one?'' Grace offered up the pack to Ellie. Ava was frowning at her from the reflection in the mirror. 
 
 `` I.. uhm... better not,'' Ellie stuttered but Grace merely grinned and lit it up before handing it to her. Ava shook her head as Ellie drew on it. `` You're such a bad influence.'' 
 
 Grace laughed. 
 
 `` I know.'' 
 
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 Mark, Justin and Callum were already inside the club. Justin was vainly trying to convince the others to do shots. 
 
 `` I'm alright, mate,'' Mark said and Callum muttered his agreement. 
 
 `` Pussies,'' Justin insulted them both and ordered himself a couple of jagerbombs. Callum looked on mildly amused, like an older brother. Mark just ignored him. He scanned the club and watched as a group of three girls stepped onto the dancefloor. 
 
 He kept his eye on the middle one, the one in a tight black dress that was n't too over the top. One of her friends was dressed like sin, almost 6ft of black. Black stilettos, skintight black leggings and a seethrough black top. Justin's kinda girl. The other looked a little more like what Callum would normally go for. Pretty more than anything else. 
 
 Callum and Justin both noticed his gaze at the same time and both gave him pats on each shoulder at the same time. 
 
 `` Go for it,'' Callum said. Justin nodded. 
 
 `` The one in the black dress wants it,'' he added. 
 
 Mark, encouraged by his friends, strolled over, grin in place. He did n't know but girls had fallen in love with that grin if not him. The tall one, all in black, noticed him first and gave him a slow, tempting smile as he came over to their group. He gave her a quick smile back, polite but returned his focus to the girl in the dress. 
 
 `` Nice moves you've got there,'' he said, causing her to jump and spill her drink. She swore loudly and he tried not to laugh as she patted herself down. 
 
 `` Sorry,'' he said, not sorry at all when she had turned to face him. `` Let me buy you another one.'' 
 
 `` That's nice of you,'' Ava said, pushing Ellie towards him. Grace just nodded to Ellie, in that knowing way of hers. 
 
 It was one drink and one hour later before they returned to the dancefloor. In a bizarre twist of fate, the pretty one was dancing politely with Justin and Callum was grinding with the other. They all made quick introductions as Ellie and Mark rejoined them. They stayed as that comfortable group of six until the early hours of the morning when the club shut. 
 
 Grace and Callum were cinched in a corner of an alley, doing things that looked illegal. Justin was playing with Ava's hair and murmuring things into her ear that were making her both blush and giggle. Mark and Ellie shrugged. It looked like their friends were n't sleeping alone tonight. 
 
 `` I'll get you a cab,'' Mark offered. 
 
 `` Just go home with her!'' Grace called out drunkenly, before dragging Callum into the back of Ava's car. 
 
 `` Make sure you drink a glass of water before you go to sleep,'' Ava advised as Justin joined her in the front of the car. Mark and Ellie glanced at each other and laughed. 
 
 `` A cab would be great,'' she said. They were hard pressed by. All the ones outside the club had been taken already. They walked down to the main street, talking about films they'd recently seen and music they did n't like. They had just got on to Rachel Aniston's latest monstrosity as they crossed the road to a different taxi rank when Ellie stumbled on the curb and fell. 
 
 Mark went immediately to her side, helping her up. She stood but winced. Mark's face crinkled in concern. 
 
 `` My ankle,'' she explained. `` I think I've twisted it.'' 
 
 `` Taxi rank's only over the road,'' he pointed out. `` I'll carry you.'' He bent down so she could sling one around around his neck as he used one arm to support her back and the other in the crook of her knees. 
 
 `` I live on the second flight,'' Ellie said as he slid her into the back seat of the taxi. `` I hate to do this but could you help me?'' 
 
 He nodded and slid in next to her. As the taxi wound its way back to hers, on the other side of town to his, she nestled into the curve on his body as they discussed how rubbish Adam Sandler films were. 
 
 He carried her up to her bed and set her down, grabbing her a glass of water as she changed into her pjs. 
 
 `` You're such a saint,'' she said. He shook his head. 
 
 `` Just doing what anyone else would,'' he replied. 
 
 `` No, I really appreciate it.'' She ran a hand down his cheek. `` Let me thank you.'' 
 
 She pressed his lips against hers, tried to probe with her tongue. His mouth stayed firmly closed and once she'd stopped, he took a step back. His hands were thrown up in defense between the two of them. 
 
 `` Hey, I really like you and I enjoyed tonight but I do n't want to ruin anything,'' he confessed. `` We've both had too much to drink.'' 
 
 Anger darkened in her eyes and she moved, the covers falling away from her. She was n't wearing the pjs she'd claimed she was going to put on. She got up and took a step towards him, without limping. He was too busy trying not to look anywhere to notice. Grace had told her to go for it and that it was n't always up to the guy to make the first move so she was. She put a hand against his chest and pushed him against the wall, kissing him again. He turned his head away, telling her to stop, that he did n't want this but she ignored it. Instead, she reached a hand down. 
 
 `` See, you do want this,'' she murmured into his ear then bit his lobe. He did n't know what to do. He could n't push her away without hurting her and he'd never do that. He tried to twist away from her but she kept him firmly in place. 
 
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 `` So, how was it?'' Justin asked him on their lunch break. Mark looked blankly ahead, chewing his sandwich mechanically. 
 
 `` Mark, mate, you gon na tell us?'' Callum joined in the interrogation. Mark turned to him, eyes blank. 
 
 `` Yeah, it was fine.'' How could he confess that he'd been raped?
