"Yeh' Wanna Watch Mah' Latest Porno? Ah'd Say It's One Of Mah' Better Performances." Winks. "Ah' Can

"Yeh' wanna watch mah' latest porno? Ah'd say it's one of mah' better performances." Winks. "Ah' can make some popcorn!"

Blitz started to answer, held up a claw, and stopped himself. The immediate answer that came to mind was crude, way too damn crude, and he didn't want to be that bitch. Angel Dust seemed like a nice guy, someone who really didn't deserve the shitty end of Blitz's personality. So, for once in his life, he tried to self-censor before he could actually hurt someone.

"Honestly, the shit Valentino's studio has been putting out recently really isn't my thing. I like your earlier work better, before things took a turn for uh, you know. Really dark? Nothing against you. You're a damn good actor. And, whooo! You got the looks. But I like a little more fluff in my filth. Real life gets shitty enough, quick enough. The uh, plots," he made finger-quotes around the last word, "that are all about you getting like... you know. Hurt. Or the ones that kiiiiiinda feel like they're leaving the first C off of CNC? Not my vibe." Hopefully that came off decently. He didn't want to be a dick, for once--ironic, when talking with a guy whose living was, well--

Yeah. Yeah. This was fine. Blitz tried to smile without it being complicated. He was in an empty sort of mood, and thinking about certain plots just added to that. So, he put it from his mind, finished his coffee, and stood up as he stepped away from the table. "But, shit. Meeting Angel Dust in a coffee shop. That's an AU and a half right there." He straightened his jacket, tail curling up in a happy arc behind himself as he then held out a hand. "Did we make this official yet? I'm Blitz. The O is silent. I heard there's a new aquarium just opened up here. You wanna go see it? There's a vampire squid exhibit, right?" There was no way Angel was just going to say yes to that, but shit, why not try, right?

Blitz might have cooperated. He might have left her room, even though she threw the champagne. He might have waited to fuck with Betty later--because from what he remembered, and what she was demonstrating here, she was genuinely a delight to fuck with--but then she called him a mutt. It wasn't a slur, not for imps, but he heard someone call Loona that once and it had left him seeing red. Now, the heat of that word came back full-force, and Blitz's smile widened, sharpened.

"Mutt, huh? Big words from a fuckin' squatter. I mean," he folded his arms loosely, mentally tallying up how many weapons he had hidden away on himself, and which of them would do the most damage to her, "that's basically what all of you people here are, right? Just hanging out, living rent free in a princess's playhouse?" He gave a derisive snort. "And here I thought you had to be trying to be a better person if you wanted to live here. Does fucking, whatever all this is," he gestured at the blood that was, well, everywhere, "count as doing better? Cause it's a look. Definitely a look. And when I say look, I mean, holy fucking shit, Betty, what the hell is going on?" Although as he asked it, Blitz's posture softened somewhat, as did his voice. He stood a little straighter, frowning, and could feel his momentary aggression slipping away.

"What is going on? Why are you--look, I'm gonna be in the lobby. Where, you should know, they leave your keys just hanging around. If you want to talk, come find me." He sighed, gave her a sloppy little two-finger salute, and left the room. Somehow, the champagne bottle had managed not to break, so Blitz grabbed it up on his way and used a claw to uncork it as he reached the lobby. He flopped down on the couch and waited for the foam to die down--the poor champagne was half-ruined after that throw--then took a good long, tickly swallow, frowning.

What had happened in Betty's life to end her up here? She screw over one too many people with those awful damn potions?

Not that he cared.

Of course.

Why would he?

He took another long swallow.

Not only did he recognize her and judge both her appearance and style of living, but this BITCH was making himself right at home as if she hadn’t just exclaimed that the room was OCCUPIED?

Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly.

“ Whu — HEY. LEETLE SHIT WITH THE FRESH ASS MOUTH, WHO SAID YOU COULD STAY HERE? IN MY ROOM? THAT I OWN? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN GET MY KEY?! FUCKING — GREAT SERIVE HERE IN THIS RANK ASS HOTEL I SEE, OH, PHENOMENAL SECURITY AND PROTECTION! NO WONDER THIS PLACE WAS FREE. “

And now there’s two sharp tongued miscreants going off.

“ My name. Is BETTY. You stupid, uncultured FUCK.

HEY — HEYHEYHEYHEY, NYET, NYET, STOP PUTTING YOUR ALCOHOL ADDICTED SHIT DOWN. PICK IT UP, MUTT. PICK. IT. UP — you know what? I am nice, I will do it for you since you are my LOVELY guest. “

Grabbing the bucket and champagne, she then nonchalantly chucked it right out the door.

A blank stare and a period of tense silence.

“ …

Get the hell out of my room. “

I wanted to do something while waiting for the "Full Moon" as my head is boiling with thoughts. Hang in there, Blitzy-flower! I believe in you!

"You're fucking what?" Blitz asked, that declaration cutting through the haze of the booze enough to have him sitting upright, eyes widening. Not sobered, not really, but he suddenly felt damn close to it. Adam? The Adam? The psychotic leader of the execution brigade? What did they call themselves, Exorcists? Implying that demons shouldn't be in possession of Hell?

Blitz looked down at their hands, struggling to make sense of the fact that he was apparently touching Adam. Adam, who so damn many people in Hell would love to get their hands on and rip apart. Who--

Was here.

In this dump.

Drinking alone.

Blitz shook his head--it felt like his brain was sloshing around in there a bit--and let go of Adam's hand, wiping his palm on his jeans as he gave him a deeply distrustful look.

"I'd say it's nice to meet you, but you might've just almost sobered me up, and that's a fuckin' waste of my money. You... fucking... you? Really? But you've got this whole Chad vibe, and--fuck it." Abruptly, he stood up and walked around to Adam's side, took him by the arm, and attempted to drag him with him. "You're coming home with me. We need to get you off the street."

Adam scoffs at his confidence. This little... thing really thought he could get more than a few hits on Adam before he crushed him? Yeah, right.

He was gonna make a snarky comment right in that vein of thought, but Blitzo holds his hand out as if to shake, catching the fallen angel off guard. Not to mention the information offered. Part of the Trash club, not Sinners? Adam would disagree, but his makeshift home in his first days here was in a dump, so. But not sinners...

Wait, hellborn. He has to mentally sort through his knowledge that he didn't care about enough to think too hard about. Hellborn... oh! An imp!

The realization almost had his laughing, but he refrains, smirking.

"Didn't know Blitzo had an o in it." Adam comments. He reaches out and grabs his hand to shake it, grip tighter than it needs to be. "I'm Adam. First Man."

"Heard yeh' are pretty good with a gun, handsome~. What else are yeh' good with, hm?" (I apologize for my son)

Although the question surprised him, considering he was pretty sure that was the Angel Dust, who could flirt with literally anyone and have them melt all over him, Blitz looked over with a grin. Hey, if someone else was going to open the door for having a fun time with innuendo, who was he to say no?

He leaned back in his chair and looked the beauty up and down. "I'm good with my hands," he said. "And I may be shit at actual innuendo, but I'm damn good with my tongue. But yeah, you know, I'm a decent shot. You need somebody--what are the kids with the TikTok addictions saying these days. Unalived? Pew-pewed? And damn, you're way prettier in person. Course," because Blitz did not know when to stop talking, ever, he just rambled on, "I haven't watched any of your new stuff from the last year or two. Your studio puts out some uh, some dark shit, huh? But your older stuff was a lot of fun. You're freaking good at acting.

"Do you sing, too?"

Any second now and this whole hallucination was going to go up in smoke, or so Blitz kept telling himself. Any second now, and Angel Dust wasn't going to be standing here with him, chatting him up like Angel didn't have a million better prospects. Blitz wished he hadn't started drinking already this evening, wished that he was fully sober, because he was going to need to be sober to convince anyone at all that this had actually happened.

Including himself.

He watched Angel as the man moved and ordered his drink, taking in the outfit, the poise, the pose, all of it. The spider practically oozed an inviting mix of class and danger, and that was exactly Blitz's cup of tea, even if he didn't want to admit it. He had a type, and right now, that type was just a foot or so away from him, beautiful as could be, a cotton candy killer toying with him. Engaging with Angel Dust was probably a big mistake, but fuck it. What wasn't a mistake in Hell? Angel might have eternity to screw up, but Blitz was only going to live once.

He turned fully to face him as Angel addressed him again, and this time, Blitz's smile was less awkward than his first had been. He was calm now, settling down into the fact that this was happening, and already wondering what he could do with this man to leave Angel Dust feeling half as good as he looked.

"My name's Blitz. The O is silent." He offered his hand, grinning. "And it is a pleasure to meet you. Wish I could say I've seen all of your films, but I've been on more of an anthropomorphized lesbian horse kick recently; and yes, believe it or not, I do watch it for the plots." The imp's grin was broader now, brighter, as he warmed up to the situation and to Angel. "Are you here with someone? Or can you sit with me for a while? I can tell you all about TikTok and all the good gay Earth shit I've heard about recently."

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Angel found his eyes sparkling instantly at what the other was saying to him, a devious smirk crossing his features. He certainly wasn't on the clock right now, nor was he in the studio to be forced into Val's contract. He just wanted a night of fun, on his terms, with someone who he chose. He didn't really know why he had been drawn to the imp, other than the rumors he had heard, which the guy was now confirming.

"What in the ever-lovin' fuck is Tiktok?" Damn, he really had been in Hell too long. He was the one that hung out around the social media juncture of the Pride ring most often, and maybe he had heard Velvette in passing talk about the thing, but he tended to ignore her entirely. Or be stoned out of his mind when he was working at Vee Tower in order to just get through the day.

Either way, he shook his head, leaning against the bar top that he had approached in order to start this conversation. "Trust meh', handsome, ah' can handle mah'self just fine. Ah' know my way around a gun. Or six." Which he had cleverly tucked next to his body, as he always did. He could blow someone up if he damn wanted to, but he wouldn't put Charlie through that again. Not since the turf wars with Cherri.

He flagged down the bartender with one of his arms, leaning over the bar in a seductive enough way that he was used to. Round of his ass pushed out and barely hidden in his short shorts, chest fluff more prominent in the legitimate boob window of his top as he leaned over, kicking one heel up in earnest as he waited for the martini to be brought over. He smiled, taking it with one of his free hands, before looking over coyly at the other demon.

"Damn, yeh' clearly a fan and don't know that ah' sing?" He blinked, finding himself a stool, one leg dramatically crossed over the other as he stirred the martini with one finger. "Ah' came out with a music video not that long ago. Ah' know the producers put out some really dark shit, but it ain't all bad. Maybe yeh' should give it a shot some time. Ah' can recommend some of my lighter films." A sip of his drink.

"So, do ah' get tah' know yeh' name if yeh' know mine?"

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