Chapter 2: Hangouts, Hang ups, and Hanging in.
"Satan damnit, Blitzo, what do you want from me? I told you I probably won't stay at the party long!" Loona said, slamming her fist on the table.
Blitzo was still mad about the hound party Loona was going to that night, but he had decided to let her go. Not that he was fuckin happy about it! He just loved her and wanted her to have fun. Just a home. Away from boys and their dicks and STDs and all other horrible things that could happen to his Loonie Moonie. She'd just gotten rid of the syphilis, for crying out loud!
"How long is 'long', Loona?" Blitzo asked, angrily tapping his boot, "Three hours? Four hours? 10 inches?"
Loona groaned, "Oh, for fuck sake, Blitzo! What the fuck do I have to do to convince you it's not a sex party?!"
"Give me something besides that Sucu-bitches bodyguards word that it's not." Blitzo said, still tapping his boot.
"All right, how about my word, Blitzo?" Loona asked, "Isn't it worth anything?"
Blitzo sighed and stopped tapping. He knew Loona rarely bothered lying about anything, so she was telling the truth. He didn't know much about hellhounds, he did know they usually didn't sleep around if they already had someone. It's just…. he didn't want… she was his…. Fuck it!
"Okay, Loonie," Blitzo said, his boot started tapping away again, "Just promise me you'll be back around midnight."
Loona shook her head. She wanted to fight that, but she decided just Blitzo okay with her going out was a win enough. Midnight was ridiculous, but doable. "Thanks, Blitzo. I'll be back by then. And for trusting me."
Blitzo nodded, still tapping his foot. Loona looked at Blitzo's boot and said, "Why are you still doing that?"
Blitzo shook his leg and said, "When I stopped, I started getting a charlie horse. It won't go away!"
Loona rolled her eyes and helped Blitzo limp over to his armchair. Blitzo began to rub his calf and groan. For a second, Loona thought Blitzo might be getting too old for being an assassin. Then she wondered how old Blitzo really was. Unlike the more powerful demons who seemed to stay young forever, as the lowest of the low in Hell, Imps and Hell Hounds aged. However it was anyone's guess how old either could grow to since most die pretty quickly, either in turf wars or on Extermination Day. Whenever he was asked, Blitzo would say he was 21, but he had been saying that for several years. If she'd had to put a number on it, Loona would have to say Blitzo was-
Suddenly, Loona's hell phone rang in her pocket. She answered, "Yeah?"
"Hey, girl. You ready to have some fun?" Vortex's smooth voice said from the other line.
Loona sighed and said, "Sure. I'll be downstairs in a minute."
Blitzo looked at Loona and said, "I take it, that was your ride?"
"Yeah, it was. I'll see you, Blitzo. You need anything before I go?" Loona asked.
Blitzo waved her off, "Naw, I'll be fine. You go and have fun. But If any of those dipshits get too frisky, rip their dicks off for me."
Loona chuckled. Well, if he was joking about it maybe he really was okay with her going.
"Will do, Blitzo. Later," she said, walking out the door.
If she had been one second slower, she would've heard him sniffle.
As Loona walked down the stairs of the apartment building she and Blitzo lived in, she began to text Octavia.
"If this hound party is as lame as I think it will be, do you want to hang out tonight?" she typed.
After a moment, Octavia texted back, "Sure. My cousin is going out tonight anyway. It'll get kinda boring around here."
Smiling, Loona text, "Okay. I'll let you know. Later."
Loona exited the building and looked around for Vortex. She didn't see him anywhere. She stepped down to the street and wondered if he was at the office waiting for her instead of here. Suddenly, she heard a car honk. When she turned toward it, Loona was nearly knocked over by someone squealing loudly, giving her a bone crushing hug. Loona was lifted and twirled around and dropped back into her feet. She shook her head and looked at her "attacker." It was another girl hellhound with light gray fur with silver highlights in the darker black of her hair which was styled in a short ponytail. Her claws were painted red and matched her tube top and long pants. Two golden studs earrings were on the tips of her ears, making them droop slightly.
She smiled at Loona and said, "Oh my God, you must be Loona! Ever since Texxie told me about you, I've been dying to hook up! You really do rock that goth girl look."
Loona's mouth hung open as she watched this girl bouncing in her high heels and wagging her tail fast enough to lift her off the ground.
"Yeah, thanks," she said slowly.
"What the fuck?" she thought, "She can't be Vortex's girlfriend."
The girl grabbed Loona's hand and started pulling her away. "Come on!" she said, "Texxie's parked over here! We had to circle the block cause some jerks in a minivan came through."
Loona looked at where the girl was pulling her and saw Vortex and a few other hellhounds in Verosika Mayday's hot pink Cadillac. When they got to it, the girl hellhound hopped in the front seat. She leaned over onto Vortex, who was driving. They nuzzled each other briefly and Vortex turned to Loona.
Vortex smiled and said, "Loona, this is my girl, Selene. The guys in the back are O-Six, Stubbe, Lonnie."
The three Hellhounds in the back waved at Loona. Loona looked over the car and crossed her arms.
"Verosika Mayday let you borrow her car?" She asked.
Vortex shrugged his shoulders and said, "Surprised me too."
Loona looked into the back and asked, "So, where am I gonna sit?"
O-Six and Stubbe scotched over allowing a small part of the seat to be seen. Loona rolled her eyes and groaned.
"What I meant was," Loona said, sounding pissed "Whose sitting in someone's lap so you fuckers aren't crowding me!"
Lonnie quickly moved into Stubbe's lap, who growled and pushed him off. Selene giggled and said, "Wow, Texxie, you were right about that fire she has."
She turned to Loona and said, "You can sit in the front seat, Loona. Texxie won't mind if I sit in his lap."
Slowly, Selene slid into Vortex's lap, straddling him and brought her arms around his shoulders. Vortex grinned and said, "It wouldn't be the first time."
"And it won't be the last," Selene said and started making out with Vortex.
Loona looked away as she felt her cheeks get hot. She quickly made her way to the passenger side and got in. She glanced at them as Vortex and Selena kept kissing and it made her feel a little...nervous? Self conscious? What the hell was this feeling? Like she wanted to be kissed like that too, but not by Vortex. Some kinda sideways jealousy? Maybe that was it. She was jealous. She looked over at them. They had stopped kissing and now Selene had moved to sit across Vortex's lap, nuzzling under his neck. Vortex was gently rubbing her back as he nuzzled her. Looking at them now Loona knew she was jealous. She wanted someone to hold her like that. To love her like that. A sudden mix of anger, longing, and sadness washed over Loona, but she quickly forced it down. She knew something like that rarely ever happened, especially in Hell. So if she wanted affection she'd have to settle with a quickie or maybe a one night stand cause no one would ever love her like that. Fuck, she had want to go out for a good time. Now all she wanted was a drink or seven.
Taking a deep breath she said, "So, are we going or not?"
Vortex looked over at Loona and said, "Yeah, we're going."
Selene squealed, "Oh, I can't wait to get there! I pulled out all the stops for tonight! It's gonna be the biggest and best hound party ever!"
Loona winced at Selene's almost hyper antics. As they drove off, Selene was still chattering to Loona. Loona was half listening and checked her phone. She figured that the party wouldn maybe get to this part at 10. She decided that she'd get to the party, have a few drinks, grab a guy, give him a quick lay, head out, and met up with Octavia by 10:30. She was sure her night would get better after that.
Meanwhile, Jericho was just finishing getting dressed. He had been setting up his new room for the last few days. He'd been lucky most of his CDs, games, books, and things had been repaired by Stolas. He knew how hard Quentin usually hit. He smiled as he looked around the room with his new furniture and old belongings and happily sighed. He'd done it. He escaped his problems. Now, he was going to go out and enjoy the night. He had heard about hound parties from some of the few hellhound friends he had as a child. As he grew older they actually invited him to a few, but he always said no. He didn't want to let his father down by neglecting his studying and training. Eventually, the friend grew apart from Jericho, so much so that he couldn't even remember their names. But since he no longer had to worry about that, he decided to go and see what a hound party was like and maybe make some new friends there. A post on Voxbook showed that a massive one was happening tonight thanks to a hellhound named Selene. Jericho hoped to meet her as she was kinda cute. One last check to see if he was ready and off he went.
He walked downstairs and toward the front door when he heard a phone ring in the kitchen. Jericho headed towards the kitchen only for the ringing to stop. He shrugged his shoulders and headed back towards the door. He was just about to make it when the ringing started again. He was confused, but decided to try and answer it again. As he made it to the kitchen door the ringing stopped again.
"The hell?" Jericho said, scratching his head. He headed towards the front door again as the ringing began again. Jericho quickly ran into the kitchen this time and was greeted by a strange sight. There was his Uncle Stolas, sitting at the table in his bathrobe, smiling and watching the phone ring. Jericho watched as the phone stopped ringing again and Stolas sighed happily as he watched.
"Uh, Uncle Stolas, what are you doing?" he asked slowly.
Stolas looked at Jericho and said, "I'm waiting for my boyfriend to call me."
Jericho nodded as the phone started ringing again. "Is that him now?"
Stolas nodded, dreamily as the phone stopped ringing again. Jericho was beyond confused. He'd been shocked when he found out his Uncle and Aunt Stella were separated and he had started seeing someone new, but if it made him act like this...maybe it wasn't the best for him. I mean, here sat Stolas Goetia, one of the strongest and most respected members of the Goetia line, watching a ringing phone. Whoever this person Stolas was dating, it clearly was affecting his mind.
"If that's him calling, shouldn't you answer it?" Jericho asked, slowly walking into the kitchen.
Stolas chuckled, "I'll know when he wants me to answer."
"Uh huh," Jericho said. He slowly sat down next to his Uncle, "So, when will he tell you to pick up?"
Stolas chuckled and looked at his Nephew, "My Blitzy sometimes has to work up the nerve to call me. He'll want me to answer if the phone rings four times."
Jericho looked at the phone as it started to ring again. This time he counted the rings. One...two...thr...huh. Come to think of it, Jericho hadn't heard the phone ring past its third ring. Intrigued, he started to watch the phone with his Uncle. One… two… thre… one… two… th… one… two… thr… one… two… thre...
Octavia had no idea what was going on. She had come into the kitchen for a soda and found her Father and Jericho watching the phone ring. "What the fuck are you two doing?" she asked.
Jericho nearly jumped out of his fur, startled by Octavia's sudden question. He hadn't noticed her coming in. Stolas however smiled at his daughter and said, "Good evening, Via. How are you?"
She said, "I'm fine, Dad, but shouldn't you answer the phone?"
"He'll know when to answer it," Jericho said, trying to steady his nerves. Fuck, he hated being scared. For a hellhound, he sure startled easily. Must be some part of the avian in him.
Octavia looked at her cousin, curiously. Suddenly, she remembered. "Oh, wait. It's Blitzo again, isn't it?"
Both Stolas and Jericho nodded. Shaking her head, Octavia got her soda and offered one to Jericho who took it. Opening it, Jericho took a sip and asked Octavia, "Does this happen often?"
Sighing, Octavia said, " Yes, it does. Blitzo is a little crazy and vulgar even for Hell, but he makes my Dad act like this."
They both looked at Stolas again, who was happily swaying his tail feathers. Jericho laughed. He'd seen people love struck, but this was almost embarrassing. He looked at Octavia and noticed she looked a little sad. Then he realized that Stolas' current happiness came at a price. He knew what it was like to lose a parent to death, but not like this.
"How have you been? Ya know, since they separated?" he asked, quietly.
Octavia looked up at Jericho and whispered, "It's gotten better. At first, I hated him for ruining everything. I thought his affair with Blitzo had destroyed their marriage. You remember I told you what happened at Loo Loo Land?"
Jericho nodded, mentally noting he was happy the place had burned down.
Octavia continued, "What I didn't tell you is that while we were there, I broke down and told him my fears and how I was feeling and he took it to heart. After we got home, he tried to be more discreet about it. That went as well as you can imagine. Then, last month Mom and Dad had a huge fight. I don't know what they said to each other, but after that Mom became even more distant than before. A few days later she left, without saying goodbye to me or Dad. I wanted to feel bad or angry, but I knew even then it was for the best. Mom and Dad were never really in love and they'd never really be happy together. I guess I was looking at my life through the eyes of a sheltered teenager."
Jericho raised an eyebrow, "A 'sheltered teenager?' Didn't this all come to a head over a year ago?"
Octavia punched his shoulder and laughed. "Okay, okay," she said, "A slightly spoiled teenager who had her status quo knocked around."
"Slightly?" Stolas ribbed, not taking his eyes off the phone.
"Dad!" Octavia yelled, looking a little mad.
Jericho and Stolas laughed as Octavia crossed her arms and huffed. She was smiling so Jericho knew she was too angry with them. Then the phone rang it's fourth time. Squealing, Stolas quickly answered, walking towards the other side of the room, "Good evening, my little imp."
"Anyway," Octavia continued, ``It took a while, but I realized that Dad didn't start his affair with Blitzo to hurt anyone. He did it because he wanted to be happy and for better or worse, Blitzo makes him happy."
Jericho nodded. He remembered how happy his Dad was with his Mom until… Jericho quickly shook that train of thought from his mind. He asked, "Do you know if you're Mom's seeing anybody?"
Octavia frowned, "Well, something's haven't changed since the separation. Mom and I still don't talk much. I kinda hoped the time apart might bring us closer, but rarely answers my calls. And when she does she's very evasive about how she's doing."
"Maybe she doesn't want Stolas to know what she's doing? Maybe she thinks you're only calling because he asks you to?" Jericho asked.
Octavia sighed and said, "Or maybe now that she doesn't have to be around me anymore she wants nothing to do with me."
Jericho shook his head, "No, that can't be it. As mean as she could be at times, she's still your Mom. Hey, do you remember your eighth birthday?"
Octavia looked confused and asked, "What about it?"
"Remember how they had the giant bouncy house and it was too crowded for you and a few other kids to play in? You were so upset that your Mom immediately had some servants go and get a second one." Jericho said, smiling.
Octavia waved him off, saying "That was just her wanting to shut me up."
Jericho nudged her shoulder and said, "You would believe that if you saw her smiling at you while you played in it."
Octavia asked, "She was really smiling?"
Jericho nodded, smiling. He remembered that day very well. It was one of the last family parties before… Damnit, he had to stop thinking about that! He was trying to comfort Octavia, not bring up his own bad memories.
Standing, Jericho said, "Speaking of parties, I've got one of my own to go to."
Octavia nodded, looking a little better at least. Jericho tossed his empty soda in the trash and headed out. As he passed Stolas, he noticed he looked concerned about something. He was still on the phone but it looked like whatever Blitzo was telling him was serious. He decided not to pry though. He knew it was none of his business. He smiled and waved goodbye to Stolas anyway who gave a smile and a brief wave back. Jericho walked outside and headed away from Stolas's castle. He knew where he was going and if he hurried he could find a cab to take him there by about 10:15 or so. The post about the hound party said it would be at…
The Desecrator's Bar on the corner of Blacken Sky Drive and Dead Carcass Lane near the outskirts of Imp City. Loona had been inside a few times and knew the giant bar was mainly for show. Built as a warehouse by sinner bootleggers in the 20s, it was supposed to be the center of their new criminal empire in Hell. However, distilling booze in Hell was more dangerous than they thought. Most blew themselves up trying to make something that didn't liquefy their customers insides. Others stupidity tried to attack an overlord to steal his territory and resources. They didn't die quickly or painlessly. It had been abandoned for a few years until it was… taken by the Radio Demon. He found the story of the building funny and decided to reopen it as a bar. Most were too scared to go there until during one of the Radio Demons broadcasts he told everyone that they were welcome with an ad for the place. After that, it became a place where sinners, imps, and hellhounds could go to drink and try to forget their problems. In recent years though, it seemed like the Radio Demon had either lost interest in the place or something because while the place still had regular customers, it also started catering events more modern than the Radio Demon liked. The latest "owner" catered to parties and large groups of demons of all kinds. What went on in the bar and who was allowed in seemed to change weekly. This week, younger sinner demons, imps, and hellhounds made it a regular hangout to get drunk, get high, or get fucked, sometimes all at the same time.
Loona followed Vortex and the others inside and was honestly impressed by what she saw. There were three different dance floors filled with different looking hellhounds of different ages. One dance floor had an imp DJ that was playing techno music with hellhounds moving almost as one in a giant crowd. Another had a live punk rock band playing loudly on a raised platform with dancing hellhounds underneath. The last seemed to have had a country theme, but it had been torn apart and made into a kind of gathering area to get away from the loud music and crowds of the other two dance floors. The dance floors were surrounding a large circular bar with a few imps and hellhounds serving drinks to the crowd. As Loona looked over the crowds, she was once again tackled/hugged by Selene.
Selene smiled wide and said, "Well, Loona, what do you think?"
Loona pushed Selene off of her and said, "Not gonna lie. This is pretty impressive. How'd you manage to get all this together?"
"Oh, the owner is a friend of Miss Mayday. Texxie asked her for a favor and she asked the owner if we could rent it tonight!" Selene said, sounding very excited, "The DJ and the band have performed for my hound parties before. They like the exposure."
Loona nodded, "This is pretty cool."
Selene giggled and wagged her tail again, seemingly happy for Loona's praise. She closed in on Loona and asked, "So, how wet were you for my Texxie?"
Loona's eyes widened and she felt like her heart had stopped. She managed to squeak out a small, "Huh?"
Selene said, "He told me you got flustered easy, but this is too cute! Come on. I know how hot my boyfriend is, but I want a second opinion. So?"
Loona stuttered as her face grew deep red. She'd never been put on the spot like this. Was Selene fucking with her or did she honestly want to know? Selene inched closer and said, "Aw, come on. You don't have to be so shy. I bet you fantasized about him on that beach."
Loona's ear dropped, "Uh…"
Selene continued, "Imagined those big strong paws of his holding onto your ass as he pounds you into the sand."
Loona felt her heart beating out of her chest and as she began to sweat.
She tried to look away as Selene got closer to her face, "Pounding that big...thick...dick of his until he hits your womb. Do you want that, Lulu?"
Loona froze in place as Selene draped her arms around her shoulders. Selene looked into Loona's eyes with a sultry look.
"Uuhh...I...uuh," Loona said, trying to get her mouth working again.
Selene whispered, "Cause I have and I have been dropping hints to Texxie about having a threesome. So, how about it? You wanna be my pet for a night?"
Loona didn't know what to do! Selene was getting dangerously close to kissing her.
Loona stammered, "I...un...i….iiiiiIIII NEED A DRINK!"
Quickly, Loona broke away from Selene and headed straight for the bar. Selene laughed, "Oh, Satan, I was right. She's gonna be so much fun."
"Ok, what the actual FUCK!" Loona thought. She made it to the brightly light bar and leaned against it, trying to stop her heart from bursting. "First, why the fuck am I acting like this again?! I'm not some mousy teen virgin. I"m a grown ass woman. I've had sex before. I shouldn't be acting like this. Second, why the fuck was Selene offering me a turn with Vortex? I thought coupled hellhounds didn't do shit like that?!"
Fuck, she wished the orphanage she grew up in had at least one other hellhound in it so she knew this shit. The best she had to work with were websites that almost seemed to contradict each other about what hellhounds were like. Loona hated to admit it, but she knew very little about her own kind having spent most of her life surrounded by imps. From what she could figure out, her parents had been killed on an Extermination Day and she had been taken in by the orphanage at 3 years old. Loona sighed as an imp bartender walked up.
"What can I get for you, miss?" he said, "How about a Damned Apptini?"
Without even looking up Loona said, "Rusty Screwdriver or whatever you can make fast and dirty."
Bartender nodded and walked off to make her drink. Loona leaned against the bar and thought back to her childhood at the orphanage. Surrounded by imps who either hated her for being a hellhound or loved her for it. It wasn't really bad at first, but as more of the imp children were either adopted or left, Loona realised something was wrong. She began asking why no hellhound couples came for her and she was always told that no hellhounds ever came to adopt anyone. Loona was crushed but decided she'd be fine with an imp family. Years went by and she still wasn't adopted by anyone. Family after family came and she was never chosen. Her sadness quickly turned to rage. She knew now she was alone and she might as well get used to it. Life had fucked her over so she decided to fuck it right back. She started leaving the orphanage to steal what she wanted. Food, booze, video games, whatever she wanted she took. However, leaving the orphanage soon became breaking out of the orphanage when she was finally caught. Then one day, Blitzo came and her whole life changed.
The honest reason why she wanted to start coming to these hound parties in the first place was to meet more hellhounds.. She wanted to know more about other hellhounds and maybe make some friends in person as opposed to online. But as Loona looked around the crowds, she was starting to get the feeling that this might've been a bad idea. The bartender returned and set down her drink. She nodded and took a sip. Yep, Rusty Screwdriver...a damn good one too. Well, maybe tonight wouldn't be so ba-
"YIP!" Loona shrieked, nearly dropping her drink. Some fucker had his paw under her tail! She turned around and saw a guy hellhound in bluejeans and a torn leather jacket and shades.
He smiled at Loona and said, "Hey, pretty girl. I saw you come in with that hottie Selene. You wanna try swinging the other way for a night?"
Loona set her drink down, turned to the hellhound and smiled.
Jericho was impressed by the setup of the dance floors, but a little sad to see that the country dance floor had been trashed. He wasn't a huge country fan, but he always liked hearing new music. He'd been dancing on the techno floor for a while and decided to walk through the crowded ex-counrty dance floor to see if he could start talking to anyone. A nice conversation would be kinda fun right now. One his way through, he glanced over at the bar when he heard a shriek. There he saw her. A beautiful hellhound girl with long flowing hair cut short on one side and swept over the other exposing her slightly torn ear. Her black mini skirt and grey crop top clung to her slender body. The bright lights from the bar seemed to give her an ethereal glow. Jericho couldn't take his eyes off her. She was beautiful. She was amazing. She was …. starting to kick the shit out of some guy at the bar.
After giving the prick a well deserved nut shot and a hard right cross, Loona was now kicking this fuckers writhing body into the ground.
"Listen up, douchebag!" she yelled, "Touch me again and I'll rip your fucking arm off and shove it up your ass sideways!"
Another hellhound came up, "Hey, bitch! Be grateful anyone wants to touch your shanky ass!"
"Fuck you!" Loona yelled, grabbing a drink of the bar and smashing the glass into his face. Wait fuck, was that? Aw, damnit, it was! That was her drink! Fuck, she wanted to finish that. She turned to the bartender to order another when a third hellhound grabbed her.
"You're gonna pay for that, bitch!" he growled.
Loona growled back until he heard Vortex from behind her, "I think it's time to back off, buddy."
"Good," Loona thought, "Maybe the sight of Vortex will make these guys back off."
Jericho started pushing through the crowd towards her. He could see this was getting out of hand. Two hellhounds had already attacked her, it was only a matter of time before..Shit, he was right! That big hellhound with a scar over his eye was coming up from behind! He was gonna jump her! Thinking quickly, he snatched someone's beer bottle and hurled it at the large hellhound. It hit the large hellhound in the head, shattering and bringing him down. Fuck, yes! Fuck, no! The girl looked behind her to see what had happened! The other two hellhounds took the opportunity and tried to jump her. Suddenly, Jericho was grabbed and punched himself, knocking him down.
"That was my beer, ashole!" he heard someone say.
Not wanting to leave the girl without any help, Jericho quickly picked himself up and continued towards the bar where the girl looked like she was trying to hold her own against her attackers. He had to hurry!
"Well, this shit had soured quick." Loona thought, "First, these jackasses start bothering me, then Vortex gets hit with a beer bottle, now it looks like I'm not gonna get another drink."
She was swinging at these two fuckers, but they blocked all her punches and kicks. She'd stopped their hits too, but this was getting boring. She'd been taking it easy on them cause they were just drunk jackasses. If she had any hope of getting that drink, she'd have to step up her game. She was about to start whaling on them when a large cloud of smoke surrounded the bar. Loona and everyone else started coughing hard as the smoke filled their lungs. Suddenly, Loona was grabbed by the arm and pulled away from the bar. Still choking a little on the smoke, Loona opened her eyes as saw someone was pulling her out of the bar and into an alleyway. Loona got a quick look at the guy who had her. It was another hellhound dressed pretty well. He was leading them all over, out the other side of the alley and down a street, into another alley until they finally stopped. Loona coughed again, trying to catch her breath.
Jericho caught his breath and smiled. He did it! He saved her! He looked at her and saw her back was to him.
"Well," he said, "I don't think anyone followed us. My smoke spell should be clearing up by now. But that was still close. Are you ok, miss?"
Jericho expected a "Thank you," a "Thanks," or maybe a "I appreciate your help." What he didn't expect was the girl to turn around fast and punch him dead in the nose. Jericho fell back onto some trash cans, groaning and holding his nose. He looked up to see her furiously glaring down at him with her hands on her hips.
"What the fuck do you want?" Loona said.
Jericho was confused. Why was she so mad? As he pulled himself out of the trash, he said "I was helping you."
Loona scoffed, "I didn't need any help, asswipe. Those guys weren't shit, just like you."
Jericho was getting pissed now. "If I hadn't helped you those guys could've killed you or worse."
"Or I could've finished kicking their drunk asses and had a drink myself." Loona said, rolling her eyes, "Besides there were only three of them."
Jericho stood, "Four of them."
Loona raised her eyebrow and asked, "What?"
Jericho gave her a smug smile. Now, she'll be appreciative, he thought.
He said, "There was that fourth big hellhound coming up from behind you. If I hadn't thrown that beer bottle-"
Suddenly, Loona grabbed Jericho by the shirt and pinned him to the wall of the alley.
"THAT WAS YOU?! She shouted.
Shrinking under her anger, Jericho hesitantly said, "Y-yeah…"
Loona growled, "He was my friend, fuckwad! He was trying to scare the fuckers off."
Jericho winced. He'd really fucked up bad. "I uh...thought he was gonna… he didn't...ah Fuck, I'm sorry. I was-"
Loona tossed him back into the trash cans. She turned and started walking out of the alley. This dipshit may have ruined her night, but he wasn't worth her time anymore.
Jericho said from the trash heap, "-just trying to help."
Jericho felt like a complete idiot. He was starting to think maybe Quinten and Xavier were right. Maybe he was worthless. He certainly felt like it now. He thought about maybe going back to the bar and apologizing, but that would probably end with a harder ass kicking. Groaning, Jericho pulled himself out of the trash and brushed himself off. He put his hands in his pockets and headed out of the alley. He decided to go back to Stolas's mansion and hide in his room until he died. Or at least until breakfast.
Loona scowled. Her night out had been fucked because of some knight-in-shining-armor dickhead. Well, she might as well head home and drink there. At least Blitzo would be happy she was home early. As she walked, she pulled out her phone to text him. She saw she had an old message from Octavia.
"How's the party? Stupid as you thought?" it read.
Loona texted back, "Yeah, it's been a shit night. I'll tell you about it later. I don't feel like hanging out anymore. I'll text you later"
Loona checked the time. 10:47. She could take a cab and get home, but maybe Blitzo could send a portal her way.
She texted him, "Hey, Blitzo. Think you can open up a portal so I can come home?"
Almost as soon as she sent the text, Blitzo sent back, "Luna! Sere thng! Wer are yoo swety/"
Loona rolled her eyes at Blitzo's bad spelling and sent him the address. A portal soon opened and she stepped through back home. Before she could do anything, Blitzo tackled her with his own crushing hug.
"Loona!" Blitzo said, "I'm happy you're home, sweetie. Can I get you anything?"
Loona said, "Let go of me Blitzo. I"ve had enough of this shit for one night."
Blitzo let Loona go and smiled, "Sorry. How was that party?"
"Shitty." Loona simply said.
"Oh, great!" Blitzo shouted. He quickly said, "I mean, that's terrible sweetie. But on the bright side that means you probably never will want to go to one again."
Loona glared at Blitzo. He scratched his head and said, "Well...uh...what I mean is.."
"Nevermind, Blitzo." she said, "I just want a drink and go to bed."
She walked to the fridge and took out a beer. She was about to close it when she looked at Blitzo. He'd gone back to sitting in his armchair, sitting the same way he was when she left. He was watching TV looking kinda...lonely. Her ears lowered. She thought about what she'd said on the beach. Maybe she could start working toward apologizing for that. It wouldn't hurt to hang out with Blitzo. Just this once. She reached into the fridge and grabbed a second beer. She walked towards Blitzo and asked, "You ok with me joining you for a while?"
Blitzo looked up to Loona in shock. Then tears began to forming his eyes as he smiled.
"Oh, Loonie Moonie!" he said. He tried standing up, but Loona quickly pushed him back down.
"Hug me again and I'll break this beer on your skull and go to bed now." she said.
Blitzo quickly nodded and she handed him his beer. She sat on the couch and they both began to drink. They sat and laughed as the show went on. After they finished their beers, Loona left Blitzo and headed for bed. She changed into a night shirt, turned off her phone and put it on the charger, and laid in her bed. She closed her eyes and thought that while the night had started kinda bad at least spending time with Blitzo wasn't that bad. Maybe she was starting to warm up to him as her father. Maybe soon she could ask to go on an assignment again.
End of Chapter 2.
