I Am So Sorry About Blitzo - Tumblr Posts

"Yeah?" Blitz smirked. "How's that working out for ya? Pretty shitty if you ask me. Because here I am, making your night one hell of a lot worse." Pleased with himself, he toasted the bastard with his sickly sweet and definitely faked Val Venom, grinned, and knocked the booze back. It made him cough, which was a little embarrassing, but what did it matter? People didn't come here because they had self-respect.

"So." He tried to avoid the stickiest part of the seat. "Since you're a complete failure when it comes to drinking alone, and since I'm a tenacious prick who loves watching people fail even harder... What do you say we finish these drinks, go outside, and fight? Or, shit. You seem kind of hot. Something about this whole vibe you've got going on. You want to get fucked into the ground? Maybe a wall? Or you the kinda guy who wants someone to pretend to be in love with them so that the fucking doesn't feel like objectification? Because," shit, was he slurring his words a little? That Venom liquor was strong. What was he saying? Blitzo held up a finger, which would clearly help make his point. "Fuck that noise. I'm not down. Just good, clean, honest fucking, til you can't stand anymore.

"Beat each other to pulp, winner tops?"

Going to a shitty bar to get shitty alcohol wasn't Adam's idea of fun, generally speaking, but it wasn't like he really had options at the moment. The only money he had gotten had been yoinked from sinners too stupid to approach him, and he couldn't go find something actually fun to do without drawing unwanted attention.

He had tried. Got into a fight against some hellhound at a party that left him irritated and wanting to forget that he was stuck in this shithole of a realm. To save his pride - and keep himself on the down low - he had been forced to come here and shove himself into a corner booth. It was sticky, smelled like shit, and didn't make him feel any better, but at least he got to drink.

It would have almost maybe been fine if some strange little fuck didn't decide to come join him without prompting.

"Are you fucking serious, dude?" He had zero interest in conversation, especially with someone who started off the interaction with an insult. "I'm trying to have a drink. By myself."