If Blitzo had to sum tonight up, It would be a night of living hell. Trailing M&M on their one year anniversary was one thing following the into the illustrious house of Ausmodeous was another fucking matter all together.
At what point had this night gone to utter ruin?.
Was it inviting the flirtatious prince to the glorified cathouse?, under false pretenses of a night out? Or was is being singled out by one of his exes?. If he had known that he'd run into the both of them he would've continued to aimlessly flirt with the muscular bouncer with those burning eyes. Venturing into the House of Lust had been one big mistake and it was only going to get worse as the night rolls on. Blitzo is on edge between having his past aired out to everyone in the nightclub and being cornered by the charismatic jester who he had once had the audacity to call best friend now looms over him a bitter enemy.
or perhaps something more, after the accident the scarlet imp didn't like to reveal too much about his clouted past with the inane clown. It hurt too much. Fizz leers down upon him making him feel weak, small and insignificant.
Then the night worsened. As he sought to salvage what he could of the night, only to look up and discover that Stolas could barely look at him caught up in his own deaccessions. Blitzo inwardly whimpers slumping against his chair as the taunts and jeers rung hollow, the humilation grew to become unbearable.
Finally Stolas seems to snap out of his haze, reaching out for Blitzo's hand to comfort the small imp. Blitzo's mouth ran dry as he swallows past the lump forming in his throat. "You know what, Blitzo's voice cracks "This was a mistake- lets just leave"
"Oh right of course" Stolas replies following the scarlet devil out of the lounge. Blitzo shot Fizz an ice cold glare.
