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"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."

Continued for @doublejango

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?"

Angel's outfit inspo

"Oh, here," Blitz said, handing over his phone without a second thought, "check mine out for a minute. I stole a Sin card and now it's hooked up to the Earth networks. Here, actually..." He came around to sit on Angel's side of the booth and, scooting up close to him without a care in the world for personal boundaries, showed him how to open up TikTok.

"I got onto the good side of TikTok, where it's basically all gay shit and people dancing. And a lot of cosplayers. Earth's still regressive as fuck but like, compared to how it used to be, apparently? It's a lot better. Check this shit out." He scrolled to a Pride montage, smiling a little sadly--maybe a little bitterly--at how beautiful it was. "Check that out, huh? They parade down the fucking streets. Whether or not they're scared, they get out there and do it, marching for all the ones who can't, to show there are still gay people out there who will throw the fuck down for anyone who needs it..." Blitz sighed, frowning, and leaned lightly against the pretty spider. By comparison to Earth, Hell was pretty progressive, pretty fucking safe...

But there was something nice about all of those rainbows.

They were beautiful.

The rainbows, the defiance. The joy in the eyes of the people walking proud and free down a street, beautiful in all their glorious imperfection, stronger than anyone's hatred or disdain could ever break down.

"This guy..." He scrolled to another video when that first one ended, even though Angel was still the one holding the phone. Blitz was quiet, letting the guy on the screen talk--a handsome young human confessing that he'd been attacked once, and had had to go on with a show, that no one would ever know when it happened because he covered the bruises up so well. "There are so fucking many like him. They're just... they're brave as shit. And they're so fucking beautiful. And I wish... I wish..."

He looked down at the Asmodean crystal embedded in his hand--theoretically on his glove, but even when he took his glove off, the crystal remained.

Blitz closed his eyes. "I wish we could go to Pride. And maybe we could. If you... I mean, not that just.. fucking off on a trip with someone you just met is a good idea, I just... it looks so fucking beautiful. And rainbows don't shine the same under our shitty red sky."

Angel's eyes moved to the extended hand, before smiling warmly and taking it in his own, giving it a squeeze as he shook it. Not one of those ridiculously manly squeezes in an attempt to assert dominance, no. Still dainty, but more of a 'no one has been this polite to me in some time' sort of deal. Most people didn't go for a handshake with Angel. Their hands always ended up elsewhere.

"Blitz." He repeated, tasting it on his tongue, giving a nod. "Ah' like it." He took a sip of his drink as he listened to the imp ramble on, almost choking on it as he heard Blitz talk about - what the fuck was that? Something something all he had caught was lesbian horses, and if Angel Dust had a proper nose it would certainly be wrinkling right now. Porn was weird. He should know.

"Nah, ain't with no one tonight. Don't get out on mah' own much, and figured ah' deserved it. Yeh' know, a night tah' just....do what ah' wanna do. And who ah' wanna do." He nearly purred out the word, though at the mention of everything on Earth, Angel found himself entirely curious. "Sounds fascinatin'." He nodded, swirling the martini cup and looking into it, before raising an eyebrow at the smaller male.

"So, gay shit on Earth? Sounds like they ain't as homophobic as they used tah' be when ah' was breathin'." This made him smile, though he also felt a bittersweet resentment. He wished he could have seen it. Maybe he wouldn't have overdosed if he had known there was hope on the horizon. A chance to be himself without holding back. "Velvette catches meh' up a lot, but that bitch is so buried in her phone it ain't easy tah' learn much from 'er."

"Right, fuck. I didn't explain that for shit, did I? All of these protests and parades? They call it Pride. Gay pride--well, queer shit of every fucking flavor." Realizing just how much rambling he had done, and how going off about a niche interest of his--because what the hell did Pride parades matter to Hell?--was probably not the best way to make a good first impression, Blitz awkwardly put his phone back into his jacket pocket.

"Sorry. Guess I uh, got a little... carried away there. And I've only seen a real rainbow, like an up in the fucking sky one, once. It was nice, though. I mean, there was a lot of nature all around, which wasn't, uh. Necessarily my thing? But the rainbow was nice. It just sort of... hung there. Like the moment before a trapeze artist starts to fall, right when everything is just all graceful and shit..." And he was doing it again. Fuck, what even was wrong with him tonight? Blitz frowned, shook his head, and rolled his eyes at himself. "Anyway. Earth seems like it's come a long way. I don't know what it was like up until like the last ten years, but from everything I understand, shit's getting like... at least a little better.

"Anyway. You're from New York, right? We missed Pride, but... Wanna go hit up a gay bar in the city, see how much shit has changed since your time?" Inviting him out like this was a stupid thing to do, most likely. Why the fuck would Angel Dust want to go traipsing off to a world he'd left behind? But all the same, the idea was there in the imp's mind now, and whether or not Angel decided to come with him, Blitz had every intention of killing the rest of his night dancing too hard to music that was too loud.

Everything about this interaction was....a lot. Not in a bad way, per se, but Angel Dust wasn't quite sure how to respond. People hitting on him? Groping him? Drugging him? He was used to that. Yet here was this imp, Blitz, acting like they had been best friends their entire lives. Just drinks between two lost buddies that were catching up. Even though he had just met the guy not even moments prior.

He didn't want to ask how the other was so connected to Earth. He would never go back, not in a million years, because Hell had admittedly treated him better and been more accepting of him than anyone had been when he was alive. But with the way this man talked, he did find himself curious. Hands moving to grab at the phone that was thrust at him, blinking as he stared at it.

"Cos...what now?" He questioned - must be something new and hip. While Angel did his best to keep up with everything new and modern, there were still things that proved his age and the times that he was alive. Certain things that went over his head. Lingo he didn't understand. His magenta hues were staring at the screen, raising an eyebrow at the video that had come on. How did Blitz have such quick access to these....or was it just that common now?

While the imp didn't seem to shut up, Angel had remained in complete silence. He didn't take his eyes away from the parade, the dancing, the cheering. All the colors, and the fashion, and the happiness and celebration. He had barely been able to process it all before the other was starting the next video, and if Angel's heart was still beating, he could feel it tighten in that moment. How many times had he been beaten for being gay? How many times had it been his own father?

"Pride? But...that's.....we're in Pride." He finally managed, blinking at the other. He didn't know what going to Pride had to do with it, but if anything, Angel wanted to get out of there. "...rainbows are beautiful." He finally added, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Lots a' smog where ah'm from so yeh' don't always get tah' see 'em, but when the sky clears, it's pretty gorgeous." A grin, though he shook his head. "Ah' don't mind Hell, though. It really ain't as bad as all those religious fanatics make it out tah' be."

Blitz heard him out, then nodded. He didn't fully understand where Angel was coming from there, but he didn't need to understand it to respect it. The imp would fight like crazy to make life better for his own people, even if it meant he had to fight the Devil himself, even if he never got to be the one to see it. If Angel resented that progress had been made without him there? While it sounded selfish on the surface, Blitz reminded himself that he really didn't know Angel that well yet. They'd gone to an aquarium and to Hawai'i, but that didn't mean they had fully spilled their souls.

Besides, Blitz was a shitty enough person that he really didn't want to judge the emotional responses, or the trauma, of others. He had done enough of that in his life so far, been enough of an asshole, and after Verosika's party... That shit had traumatized him, but in a way that he was almost grateful for. It wasn't an intervention, because those were done out of love, not hate, but it had a similar effect. Seeing that he was at rock bottom, emotionally and psychologically, Blitz wanted to do better these days. To be better. Safer. Kinder.

He lightly bumped his forehead against Angel's shoulder, then nodded. Blitz was about to say something when his phone chimed. "Sorry, that's my daughter. Hang on." A quick scan of the message and then Blitz stood. He pocketed the phone, then kissed Angel on the forehead, really only possible since the other was still sitting.

"I have to go pick her up. Raincheck on the dance?"

Angel Dust had never met someone who talked more than himself, and he was starting to understand why people got overwhelmed with him. It wasn't that he wanted the imp to go away or anything, but his mind was trying to process it all at once, and admittedly Angel could be a bit slow at that stuff. Everything seemed to be moving on fast-forward - he had just met the guy, the guy started talking about Pride, and now was inviting him to -

He's blinking in shock, tilting his head a little to the side. "....how do yeh' know where ah'm from?" It wasn't like it wasn't obvious, considering his thick accent, but a lot of residents of Hell wouldn't know that unless they had heard one before. It wasn't like Angel broadcasted his actual living life for Hell to hear. That was none of their fucking business, honestly. Though that hadn't even been the most shocking statement, Angel staring at Blitz like he had three heads.

"There's gay bars in th' city?" He knew there were plenty of those around Pentagram, but that wasn't what the imp was implying and he fucking knew it. See how much shit has changed since your time. That meant talking about Brooklyn. He shook his head, biting his lip. Though the idea appealed to him, and he had so many questions, there were things that were limiting him.

"Ah' was miserable there. Don't know if it would be helpful or harmful t' see how much has changed and that....ah' ain't never got no taste of that." Maybe that was a selfish thing to say, but hey, it was Hell. It might hurt his heart even more to know that he had had to spend so much time hiding his identity and sneaking around, and he hadn't gotten to be out and proud. Not until Hell. "Definitely a fan of dancin' though. So if yeh' wanna hit up a bar down here, ah' ain't gonna say no. But Earth? Fuck that shit."