"Get me another drink, now."

The bartender groaned and whipped up another special cocktail for the barking voice ordering it so. Blitzo has been stressed out all day long, and shortly after a nerve-wrecking briefing with his clientele, the pressure on him was much higher now that he had a $20M contract in his grasp. The I.M.P had a drug-filled meeting last night where they all decided on what to spend their money on, and it seemed like everybody had at least three batshit insane suggestions each. Loona wanted a Hell-Siberian Tiger, Millie wanted a large turret that shoots rocket clusters, Moxxie wanted a giant mech suit, and Blitzo wanted a hand mortar that shoots out explosive bowling balls laced with flesh-eating parasites. Of course, even a boozed up Moxxie had to remind the boss that the parasites will likely die in the explosions, but Blitzo still made the order because absolutely nobody really cared. They were rich now, they had to throw logic out of the window and focus on finding ideal ways to shorten the duration of each contract and to increase the efficiency.

As the music blared inside the club, Blitzo swung his legs while sitting on the velvet stool. Nobody even bothered to notice the now-popular imp and successful owner of the Immediate Murder Professionals. They'll know him soon enough, though. They will. Only problem is that they needed to regroup and ensure no more drama will come out of this.

He heard someone sit themselves on the stool. Blitzo jerked his head to the left and was delighted to see that Millie was there. Her lipstick was extra glittery and black, her hair was puffier than usual, and her attire was replaced with a long silky black dress and a luxurious leather handbag to carry around her. She batted her eyelashes at him as he opened up a half-smile.

"I knew my most trusted employee wouldn't let me make an ass of myself here alone. How you been, Mills?"

She puckered her lips. Her expression visibly changed as her eyes shrunk and shifted forward. "My baby didn't wanna come along."

He raised an eyebrow. "Moxxie? What the hell happened?"

All Millie did was sigh heavily and chuckle lightly as she put her fist on her chin, waiting for the bartender to notice her and to take her soon-to-be alarmingly large order. "We got into a lil' fight. Nothin' too serious, just a bunch of hints shoved down my throat and all."

Blitzo crossed his arms and wanted to ask his employee to elaborate a little more, but judging by how disturbingly quick her expression changed, he did not want to push her further to the edge. He scratched his head and instead turned back forward, where the blue-colored dragon bartender would approach him.

"Here's your shitty cocktail and your equally shitty edible tobacco coaster, you bastard. Choke on it, will ya'?"

The bartender smirked as Blitzo raised himself up slightly and patted the dragon by his shoulder. "Thanks, Ed. My slave here wants something too." He pointed at Millie. The boss instantly guffawed from his own joke as Millie slowly started pity laughing at the usual "slave" dig that Blitzo directed towards his employees on separate occasions.

Both the bartender and Millie looked at each other for an uncomfortably long time as the imp slowly thought to what poison she was going to pick for tonight. That's when she finally settled on a broad answer. "Just give me somethin' that'll make me forget today happened. Thanks hun."

The dragon nodded and walked back over to the alcohol. Without a pause to think of what to get her, he took out a large stained glass bottle with a cool color scheme. He came back and placed it on the counter. Afterwards, he looked at Blitzo and cocked his head forward slightly. "My condolences."

Once the bartender left with that questionably dark ending to the conversation, Millie shrugged and popped open the bottle. She grabbed it by the neck and took a large gulp. While all this was happening, Blitzo swirled his own cocktail round and round with the straw, hoping to disperse the grenadine into the rest of his drink.

Millie slammed the bottle down and took a deep breath. She smacked her lips and licked off the rest of the booze in a nervously alarming manner. The imp took another good look at the bottle and decided to take another gulp. Soon after that, she took another. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another.

The vicious cycle caused Millie to drink the entire bottle within seconds without any struggle. She shrugged and turned to Blitzo. "My goodness, this ain't doin' anythin' fer' me." The boss giggled as he took a small sip of his own drink. This boring display left Millie unimpressed, causing her to shake her head.

"Blitzo, Blitzo, Blitzo. Don't you own a freakin' company, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart alone threw off the imp, causing him to squint his eyes at her.

Millie clicked her tongue and laughed. She wagged her finger at him as well in a disjointed manner. "Come on, sir! Dont'cha be a pussy! Me and you, we can *belch* buy this-"

Blitzo put down his glass. "Girl, how the FFFFUCK did you manage to get boozed up so fast?"

All his employee could do was giggle some more and start grooving randomly. The club music wasn't even playing in the background due to technical difficulties with the mugging of a DJ. Millie got out of the stool and stood in front of Blitzo's face. She bit her lips as she began slowly moving her hips and her shoulders.

"We can go dooooown, to the rainbowsssss! Don't let your highhhhhhhh keep your brain looowwww! You're a birdddddd, you're supposed to flyyy awayyyyyyy! Don't let your wiiiiiinnngggsss go to wasteee."

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Blitzo nervously chuckled while Millie began slow dancing under the saturated lights. She had no rhythm or agility to her jig, she was just flat out drunk.

That's when they heard gunshots. Millie drunkenly fell on the floor thinking that the shots came within the bar, while Blitzo jumped out of the seat. They both looked at each other as the rest of the patrons inside the club turned to the scene of the crime.

A pale imp in a white fur coat and milk colored jeans laid dead on the floor Two demon thugs with sunglasses, leather jackets, and ripped black pants reloaded their weapons and pointed them towards various people second by second. One was colored dark red while the other was lavender colored. The dark red goon raised his voice inside the silent club. "Alright, you buncha cocksuckas, run it up before we rob the shit outta your bitch ass corpses, ight?"

The imps sitting by the towering demons rummaged through their pockets and their bodies to hand in at least one item to ensure that nothing else will be taken away from them. Some threw out gold watches, some threw in their own shoes, some threw in gold and silver piercings, while some just flat out threw their clothes into the mix. The loot began piling up in front of the duo as more and more clubgoers grew intimidated by the thugs.

Millie groaned. "Oh boy, I forgot to bring my weddin' ring."

Blitzo threw his head back in disbelief by the words of his employee. "Y-Your wedding ring. You were going to throw away your fucking wedding ring?"

She looked up in confusion and belched. "The fuck you lookin' at, weirdo?"

Apparently the bottle has its own respective side effects of dementia and increased libido.

The thugs cackled as they searched others and received much more loot. They even ripped out jewelry to speed up the process. That's when they happened to stumble across two certain clubgoers. They aimed their weapon at Blitzo.

A deep voice came from the lavender one. "Okay, Vitiligo, cough it up. Come on now, we ain't got all day." Blitzo nodded as he raised his hands up. "Okay, okay. First, I have to ask you two something." They continued standing idly.

"Does it make you two fine gentlemen feel powerful? Mugging a bunch of imps who need I remind you, are merely half your size?"

The thugs looked at each other, then turned back to the imp.

The lavender thug responded "You best keep ya' stupid ass mouth shut. I said cough it up now."

Blitzo raised his eyebrow and refused to move anything beyond that. "Alright, I understand you two do not know who I am, right? That's alright. Because if that's true, if you don't know who I am, then maybe your best course is to tread lightly. The universe is random. Not inevitable. It's simple chaos, and look, I don't intend on busting your guys' chops right now, I just want to make sure you two are aware of what the fuck you guys are doing."

They looked at each other again. The dark red demon got pissed off and got his pistol closer to Blitzo's face. "My man, did you just steal TWO fuckin' Breaking Bad quotes? In a row?"

The boss smirked.

The lavender thug threw his arms up in the air. "This guy is ludacris. You fuckin' up my favorite living world TV show right now! Come on, B, let's light this dude up."

Millie raised herself up from the floor and stood right in front of Blitzo. She clenched a fist right in front of them. "Now you boys *hic* listen to ME! I need the *belch* directions to the bathroom because I gotta sleep like a bitch!"

They raised their eyebrows.

"Um, it's right down there." The dark red thug was courteous enough to point the direction of the bathroom to her. She smiled and limped the other way into a wall, where she collided and collapsed onto the floor. Millie began snoring.

"Sweet Savory Satan, the fucks wrong with her?"

Once they turned around, Blitzo shrieked and pounced on the dark red thug.

They both fell to the ground hard as the imp tried overpowering the much taller demon for his gun. The lavender thug shouted and pointed down. He pulled the trigger, but at the last second, Blitzo rolled out quick and left the other thug down to take a mean bullet to the chest. The shot instantly killed him, as blood splattered out and began spilling all over his shirt.

The lavender thug reloaded fast and tried to aim for Blitzo once more, but he had a hold of his arms. The thug easily overpowered the imp and threw him back against the wall. Once Blitzo was down, he aimed and caught his attention. The gun fired, but the imo frantically rolled out of the way and hastily got himself back up. He ran towards the thug once more, but he received a mean haymaker across once more when he got to punching distance.

The imp once again fell down, holding his face. The lavender thug pointed to him once more as he was left unaffected by his efforts. "Go to sleep, you tiny bastard."

He aimed at the imp one more time, but was caught off guard when Blitzo silently snuck a pocket knife to his hand and threw it at high speed. The knife pierced the thug in his eye, causing him to scream and fall back. Regardless, he pulled the trigger, but he was nowhere near the target. That's when Blitzo ran back and pinned the demon onto the floor. He took the knife out of his eye and caused him to scream once more. Then he proceeded to stab the thug multiple times on his other eye, his chest, his abdomen, then his neck.

He tried catching his breath as he took the knife out of the neck area and placed it back into his pocket.

Blitzo rubbed his eyes and looked towards a completely knocked out Millie. "I think I uhhhh, was s'posed to tell you something, but it's too late now."

"Tell her what?"

The boss jumped up in fear and turned to the source of the voice as everybody else sat there in disbelief by how easy it was for Blitzo to get rid of the thugs. It was Moxxie, and he was holding a revolver of his own on one hand, and a bottle of Scotch on the other.

Blitzo chuckled nervously as he looked uo. "Ohhh, hey Mox. You finally put your big boy pants on? Got that *ahm*, broomstick out of your ass yeah?"

Moxxie clicked his tongue and remained silent as he casually bent his legs back and forth. "It's good to see you too, sir. But seriously, we need to get out of here. I took everything while nobody was looking."

Someone stood up from a nearby booth. He was in listening distance and was not happy by the confession. "Wait, what the fuck did you say you di—"

Moxxie swiftly drew his weapon and shot the club going imp straight in the head. The clubgoer fell forward onto his table and stained the white cloth with the spray and pour of his blood.

"How the fuck did you get here so fast?"

That's when Moxxie smirked and turned around.

"You wouldn't get it, but rule number one of relationships is to never leave your woman alone in a club."

Moxxie reassorted his handguns on the table. "I am going to need you to repeat that once more."

Blitzo sat on the other side of the dining table inside Moxxie and Millie's house. The wife was fast asleep on the bed after the two had to carry her home. Whatever voodoo shit she drank, it certainly seems like it will do the trick in making this a forgettable day.

The boss put his finger up. "$20 million buckaroos. Lots of money for this target here." Blitzo tossed over a small print photo of a bald headed man in an white jumpsuit and an eyepatch covering one of his eyes.

"This gloriously bald bastard does not have a name. No alias or anything, and nothing else to prove his existence besides this picture. They say he's cooped up in a psychiatric facility. Must be going through some shit right now. Murderous? Definitely. But here's the worst part…"

Moxxie looked up into Blitzo's eyes. He was intrigued by the background information, but he was on the edge of his seat when Blitzo took a deep sigh before the big reveal.

"...he's a government experiment."

All his employee could do was scoff. "And in what way does that petrify you?" However, the boss shook his head in an unhinged and quick manner. "No no no, you don't understand. This guy is the fucking Diablo himself. They say he has telekinetic powers, which is why the Cowboy Demon pasted twenty-million for his head.

Moxxie's eyes widened in complete disbelief. He still had a hint of skepticism left in him that prevented the imp from taking his own boss' word for it. "Twenty-million. You're telling me that we could be facing a literal supervillain...for twenty-million? Look, even if this man is who you say he is, why in the world did you take up his measly offer?"

"Because my dumbass gave you the day off! Ugh, fuck!" Blitzo pounded his fist on the table. "None of us would have expected this from today, and I was too fucking nervous to negotiate with him, man. I had nobody to advise me, and it all just happened so quick, Mox. One wrong word and he would have hung up my severed balls on his rearview mirror!"

The analogy made Moxxie cringe, but he was still trying to keep focus on the subject. "Look, sir. This is why I kept asking you if you were sure about this, especially when you have a big meeting to host the same day. You need to put your ego aside and let-"

"Ego? Bitch, I gave you two the day off because I was trying to be nice!"

Moxxie raised his eyebrow. He shuffled for his phone inside his pocket. Keys jangled and papers were being crumpled, but he finally took out the phone. He unlocked it and showed Blitzo the entire MSG conversation.

6:36A.M

Moxxie: Sir im pretty sure youll need us for this meeting. Are you sure about this?

Blitzo: yea lmao

Moxxie: Why?

Blitzo: cmon moxx, the fuck u take me for? a newbie? this aint my first time holding a meeting for our clients

Moxxie: Except this isnt Stolas and the baby Demon. We are going to have over fifteen overlords this time around

Blitzo: its ok bb, I got it :P i work so much better under massive pressure

Moxxie: Whatever u say.

"Oh."

"That's what I thought."

Moxxie banged his head back into his chair, notably pissed off that the boss was consciously careless on this one. "Great. Now what are we going to do? Do you even realize that we haven't even USED our new equipment yet? Do you?"

Blitzo facepalmed. "Fuck off…"

Still trying to fight his inner self from shouting, Moxxie took a deep breath and put his hand on his cheek. "Sir, I am grateful for everything that you have done for me and Millie. If it weren't for you, all this here wouldn't be possible." Moxxie held his hands up from left to right, taking Blitzo's eyes on a tour of the living room in its entirety. "With that being said, we have millions to our names now, meaning we have every opportunity to become the premier hitman service in Imp City. That means you need to start taking this seriously."

The boss quickly replied. He was visibly angry, as his teeth gritted and his right eye began twitching. "Do you not realize I'm fucking doing that right now!? Who had to control your anger when we went to that angel-killing bastard's house and convert it to a search? Who had to rescue you and Loona when you two got entangled in a net? A fucking net! Who had to finish the million-dollar contract that gave us all this money while you abandoned us?"

Moxxie rolled his eyes.

"I had to kill someone's daughter, Moxxie. She was making great progress with battling cancer, and I made her efforts worthless. This is as serious as it gets, man."

The weapons specialist raised himself from the chair and crossed his arms. "With all due respect, you're missing the point. You endangered me. You endangered Millie. You endangered yourself. How? With this pathetic contract that YOU yourself negotiated. All because you insisted we let you do all the work."

Blitzo's eyes shifted to his right.

"Look, sir. We all need to work together. We work as hard as you do too. The least you can let us do is help you run this company. Next time, we all give you an input. All of us."

Silence.

Moxxie added to his speech. "Wait, did you even ask Loona?"

Blitzo shook his head.

"Oh boy."

"Damn, I'm not gonna lie. You fucked up on this one."

Blitzo rubbed his eyes while Moxxie sat next to him with his hands clasped together on the table. They were calling Loona through FaceTime, and she was isolated in a dark room with the blinds half open. Shrapnel was sharpening her knife in the background. "I know! You've lived with me for like over ten something years now, you should know I'm asscheeks at finances and math!"

Loona put her finger up to her chin. "Well let's see. One guy with telekinesis plus eyepatch plus mental hospital equals the whole damn pot."

This did not help the boss, who groaned after Loona finished her equation. Blitzo and Moxxie were confused once Loona began chuckling quietly on the other line. "Heh heh, you said Millie is blackout drunk right now?"

Moxxie put his hand to his forehead. "Yes, I did. You can stop asking about it now."

"Hey, Moxxie."

"No."

"Hey, Moxxie. Heh heh, when Millie wakes up, can you ask her something?"

"Bugger off."

"Why would she drink on a WORK NIGHT!?"

Loona exploded with laughter, as she put one hand to her mouth and fell over to the side of her inflatable bed. They can see Shrapnel turn over her shoulder, guffawing at the zinger that she didn't even understand the context of.

Moxxie huffed and turned around. "I'm going to bed. You can leave now."

Blitzo jerked his head fast to Moxxie's direction. "What!? No, fuck that! Let me stay with you guys!"

"No."

"Come on, didn't you invite me when we rescued yo-"

"That was like a month ago."

"Isn't that how invitations work thoug-"

That's when Moxxie exploded. He turned around and clenched his fists. His eyes were fiery red and his nose was curled up. "NO, THAT IS NOT HOW INVITATIONS WORK! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He cursed furiously to himself as he walked down the hallway.

"Oh."

Loona and Shrapnel froze after the intense confrontation. Shrapnel was now laying by Loona's side with her full attention to the call. "Ho ho ho ho, you done pissed him off, suegro." The last word made Loona's face flush red.

Blitzo turned to his phone. "The fuck is a 'sway-grow'?"

After brushing his teeth, Moxxie creaked the bedroom door open. The somber orange light coming from the living room made its way into the room, which was completely devoid of light before the imp helped himself inside. The blinds and the curtains were completely shut, and Millie laid there in personal peace. He was still unsure whether she was asleep or not, because he didn't really hear any cycled breathing from her.

First he took off his tie. Then his jacket. Then the shoes and socks, and finally his slacks. All he had left was his white top and his boxers. The imp then made his way to the other side of the bed and slumped down. He pulled the covers up to himself and to Millie as well.

After a while, he turned to her.

"Sniff twice if you can hear me." Millie followed with two sniffs.

Moxxie sighed and got himself closer to her. "Are you still mad at me?" She didn't move at all, but she still replied. "Yep. This alcohol doesn't do shiiiii…"

The freckled imp shook his head and held her hand. "Hey, I'm sorry about all that mess. It's uhhh...difficult for me to cope with it, but we're going on a suicide mission tomorrow."

She snickered to herself. "Oh yeah?"

He chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I know. Turns out our boss isn't a great negotiator. But look, I do not want this to be sublte anymore-"

"Then don't be."

Moxxie did a double take and looked down on the bed, picking the sheet and fidgeting with it. "Okay. I just want to talk about it-"

"We already did."

"I know, but-"

"A dozen times."

Moxxie squinted in disbelief. "I thought you were drunk?"

Millie then raised herself out of the bed. "Yeah, me too. Sweetie, I don't know what the heck I drank, but it went away way too fast…"

"I'm starting to think you didn't even drink."

That's when Millie paused. She never even had any alcohol in her system. She sang and danced in front of Blitzo, asked two thugs the directions to the bathroom, and walked into a wall. All of these shenanigans were done consciously.

Except she didn't even feel like they were done consciously.

Both the bartender and Millie looked at each other for an uncomfortably long time as the imp slowly thought to what poison she was going to pick for tonight. That's when she finally settled on a broad answer. "Just give me somethin' that'll make me forget today happened. Thanks hun."

The dragon nodded and walked back over to the alcohol. Without a pause to think of what to get her, he took out a large stained glass bottle with a cool color scheme. He came back and placed it on the counter. Afterwards, he looked at Blitzo and cocked his head forward slightly. "My condolences."

Once the bartender turned around, he shook his head in disbelief as he walked down the area. "These fucking idiots will believe anything I bring them." He took another bottle with him.

SLEEPING POTION

SIDE EFFECT: NAUSEA, DIZZINESS, NERVOUS TENSION, TEMPORARY DEMENTIA

"Well I guess I didn't, I dunno."

Moxxie then pulled the sheets closer and put an arm around her. He closed his eyes.

"I'm just gonna go to sleep. Sorry about today. Love you, honey."

She yawned and laid down right next to Moxxie. He smiled as he felt her presence.

"Love you too, baby." Millie leaned over by an inch and kissed him on the forehead.