AN: Hey, hope the plot isn't moving too fast for you guys, gals, and all of the technicolor rainbow in between. This is still in the establishing face and will be for a little bit more. I want to take this slower and more steady in terms of my writing so that way the characters and plot have a nice flow together. I think we're getting to a nice kick up phase so far. Hopefully you agree.

I won't be saying who Moxxie gets with. The surprise is a massive part of the din and there's no fun in simply spoiling it.

Once we get more into the arcs, I'll also be more inclined to share the spotlights. Give more perspectives and what have you. And by the way, there's a really big reference here. And possible foreshadowing. I love the ao3 Helluva/Hazbin fanfics, what can I say.

XXX

"This room is," Moxxie took a moment to appreciate the decorum. A nice red colored room that was actually fully furnished and classy. Hell, the bed was even king sized, "gorgeous! You didn't have to decorate this much for me!"

"But we did anyway," Charlie giggled, "after everything else, we're happy to make you feel right at home!"

"I have to say it again, this such an honor," Moxxie said as he set down the last suitcase, "well, I should get to work then right?"

"I mean, it's not dinner time yet," Charlie told him with a shrug, "why not take some more time and get to know the others better?"

"Eh, I mean I should, but truth be told, I don't really due to the fact they're…" Moxxie was trying to find the right words, "They're-"

"Crazy, depressing, or way too sexual?" Vaggie finished for him.

He nodded, "that's the nice way of putting it, so yes."

"Eh, they make some effort," Vaggie shrugged as she stopped leaning on the door frame, "at least Husk is just a cynical asshole at worst. And besides, you're going to be living here. With them. May as well do it. Besides, Angel Dust likes you despite ribbing on you. Trust me, you don't get the worst of it."

"And it'll be good for everyone to learn to get along better," Charlie's assistants, two small dragon like creatures, Razzle and Dazzle began helping with Moxxie's things. They didn't talk but they were pretty neat, "please try to talk to them some more?"

He didn't like the idea of getting too close to the Sinners. Even Angel Dust. But they would be interacting professionally. They would live under the same roof. And they weren't horrendous all things considered, even if he much preferred Charlie's company and even Vaggie despite her clear and heavy disapproval of his day job. Plus, Charlie was already using the puppy dog eyes. With a somewhat shameful look on his face, he said, "you're both right, that was silly of me to say."

A gasp broke them away from their conversation and Nifty had moved from under a statue to stand in front of them.

"My Mafia style dreamboat is back," she dreamily sighed before hopping on him again with an unsettling grin, "never leave me."

"Personal space, Nifty!" Vaggie chastised as she managed to tear her off and set her down, "this is officially your coworker now, so no touching without permission. And keep anything weird to yourself."

"I can do that," Nifty nodded before turning to Moxxie again and almost hissing, "you can have me whenever you want."

"Noted," Moxxie muttered. They quickly made it downstairs to see Angel Dust being shoved by a drinking Husk yet again. Moxxie waved at them, greeting, "hello… friends."

"Heya, handsome!" Angel Dust quickly said himself back up, promoting himself up on the bar and sticking out his long legs.

Husk grunted out, "Good, now you can talk to him, not me."

"So, hitman, get any good kills today," he subtly wiggled his hips as he purred out his question, eager to hear what Moxxie had to say.

"Just a cheating wife," only to be met with some disappointment.

"Pfft, lame," Angel Dust groaned as sat on a stool next to the one the imp chose and crossed his legs, "talk to me when you kill a Mafia capo or somethin' more worthwhile than some floozy broad."

"Certainly, sir, I'll give you front row seats too," Moxxie sarcastically quipped.

Husk snorted as he started wiping off a glass, "What's your poison, kid?"

"Uh, got any juice?"

"Meh," Husk then started pouring him some demonic fruit punch.

It made Angel roll his eyes "Juice, after a kill? Really?"

"Hey, I don't judge your career or what you do after one of your sessions," Moxxie replied as he pointed at his chest, "I think I'm at least do some of the same courtesy."

"Eh, only because you helped me and you're packing some heat down there," Angel retorted as he held two of his hands apart for the emphasis at the end.

"I wanna see it again," Nifty purred as she jumped up behind the imp. Husk shooed her back after setting down Moxxie's drink.

"Aren't you mister popular?" The older demon mumbled, "have a fan club yet?"

"No, but I suppose my attitude is a factor for my likability," Moxxie grunted back, still not too fond of Husk's attitude. He wasn't Loona, but he could act a tad more civil in Moxxie's opinion.

"Not really," Nifty quickly butt back in. That actually made Husk smirk and Moxxie deflate a little, "you're sexy though."

"Fully with Nif on this one," Angel Dust chuckled as he pretended to check his nails, "well, kind of."

"Well, he's integrating," Vaggie mumbled before nudging her girlfriend, "that's a toss up."

"Definitely, and I -" Charlie's hell phone began to ring and her eyes went wide, "Oh my God, Dad's calling, he's actually calling, I'll be right back!"

"Guess that means I'm watching them," Vaggie sighed as Charlie ran upstairs. But the moment Charlie was gone, she felt a chill run up her spine, "oh great, he's up."

"So, where the hell did you learn to use guns like that, anyway?" Husk asked him after taking his glass, "They teach you that in Imp school or something?"

"Well, yes, but not to the degree I use them," Moxxie proudly stated only to clear his throat, "um, not to brag of course."

Husk snorted, "Awfully humble for a demon slumming it in Pride."

That comment made the imp run the back of his head, "It's not like I was born here."

"Why of course not, all Imps are descendants of the Wrath ring after all!" A sudden static voice cut in and everyone turned to see Alastor approaching.

It made Husk grumble under his breath, "Oh boy."

"Moxxie, my dear boy, glad you actually showed up!" Alastor joyfully hollard as quickly grabbed the Imp's hand and shook him, "Not many demons are above being no shows! So I'm delighted to see someone with as much enthusiasm as my employees!"

"Yeah, employees…" Husk muttered as the Imp was suddenly set back down.

"Been wonderin' when the strawberry pimp would come out of his den," Angel Dust chuckled, though it came out a bit forced, "surprised you still didn't come to see me."

"Perhaps I may one day, but not for the debauchery of course," Alastor's reply made Angel Dust's fur nearly stand up. It didn't sound right, more ominous than usual, "I prefer to keep myself clean."

"Sure," Angel Dust nodded, shrinking a little in his seat.

"But enough of that! Moxxie boy," Alastor turned back to the Imp, his grin a little bigger, "I want to have a nice walk and talk with you! A nice stroll around the hotel as we get to know each other if you don't mind!"

"But Alastor, he just got here and I haven't even shown him my mutilated insect puppet show!" Nifty whined. That made the other three male demons blink, "I just got a new actor too!"

Alastor only laughed and petted her head, "Aw, Nifty all in do time, I just need to borrow him for a bit."

Nifty pouted, but didn't argue. Moxxie gulped and shakily said, "Well, Angel Dust here wanted me to see his room."

The overlord waved that off, "Oh that! He told me about how he needed to clean that up, freshen the place up before he started hay rollin', isn't that right?"

"Y-yeah," Angel Dust quickly relented to Alastor's subtle way of telling him to back off for now and tossed Moxxie a small glare for trying to make him a scapegoat. He then gave Moxxie a weak smile, "should've been faster, Mox!"

"Oh crumbs," Moxxie muttered as he was quickly dragged away by the powerful demon. Moxxie quickly turned back to Vaggie in hopes of some support.

She gave him a concerned look and mouthed, "be careful". He was quickly taken out one of the back entrances and set back on his hooves. That's when Alastor began walking and it was clear he expected the Imp to follow. And he did.

"Ya know, that tale of heroism rather intrigued me, though it's clear that wasn't hard to tell!" Alastor's "subtle" reference to last night no doubt.

"Not at all, sir!" Moxxie quickly agreed, "Not at all…"

"Ya know, I've never been quite the fan of firearms myself," Alastor switched gears, "somewhat uncivilized if one were to ask me!"

"Completely understandable, sir," Moxxie quickly agreed while he internally cursed profanities at such an outrageous claim, "though, if I may personally say, it is less messy."

"True," Alastor chuckled, "but some of the best joys in life are messy, aren't they!"

Moxxie nervously laughed, "I suppose!"

Alastor grinned and his voice took a softer tone, "Speaking of life, how did you save Angel's again?"

"I shot an Angel," Moxxie quickly sputtered, "Well, shot at an Angel!"

"I'm surprised that's worked," Alastor began rubbing his chin, cane behind his back, and stood still to look at the view of the Sinner's city, "they're nigh impossible to kill down here! Some rumors say you can actually hurt them with their own tools of slaughter, but I've yet to see one be pilfered! At least, save for Vagitha of course!"

That hit Moxxie as strange now that Alastor mentioned it. He simply shrugged, replying, "I assumed Charlie had managed to pull a family favor or something,"

Alastor hummed, but wasn't too convinced from what the Imp picked on, "I suppose it wouldn't be too far-fetched, now would it."

"Yes," Moxxie slowly agreed.

"You know, this would be a good time to ask," Alastor's eyes started boring into the side of Moxxie's head as he did his best to look at the horizon, "how exactly did you two survive? I mean, I doubt this is the first time some put up a good show and I doubt those battle hardened brutes would let either of you just slink off unscathed."

Moxxie's head was in a whirlwind. He had already talked to Angel Dust. He was sure of it. So that left the question of what to say without saying too much. Something vague. Something that hopefully wouldn't conflict with his accomplice.

He swallowed a lump on his throat and looked Alastor in the eyes, "the exorcist may have been new or wasn't properly thinking that day. I mean, imagine her shock when an Imp shot at her for a Sinnner."

He let out a hearty chuckle that last part out, a little harder than he meant to, and Alastor's expression didn't change. Just smiling as he looked down on the Imp. So he went on, "but, that was when Angel slipped out from under her. He went in one direction while I managed to slip under some rubble away from her."

"Really?" Alastor leaned down, his eyes starting to glow, "That's all? Surely you're just being humble now!"

Moxxie almost shook. He wasn't buying that at all. But Moxxie had to stick to his story. If his secret had to spill, it definitely shouldn't be to Alastor. Who knows what the sociopath might do it and Moxxie didn't want to find out first hand.

"I'm not, sir. I just… moved. My body moved for me. Believe or not, demons do have adrenaline too,"

"I see," Alastor slowly said as he lifted himself straight back up. Then his smile became peachy again, "well what a delightful tale, my boy!" he laughed, "Still, if I may, I suggest adding a little showman ship to it! Or, better yet, some detail! Really get the crowd here going!"

Moxxie nodded so rapidly his head may fall off, "I'll do my best, sir!"

"Atta boy!" Alastor told him, even rubbing the top of his. Demeaning and annoying thing to do, but it's not like Moxxie could do anything. It seemed Alastor would walk off until he raised his index finger and glanced at Moxxie from the side, "Oh, and one more thing. I've taken the liberty of talking to the other residents at our hotel and advised they don't share your tales. Now you seem pretty intelligent, so I'm sure you already understand…"

Moxxie could hear the more… sinister shift in his tone. A warning? Probably. But was that for his sake. Or Alastor's own demented sake. He shuddered and nodded again, "Completely, sir."

Alastor chuckled, "Lovely."

The moment he was gone, completely gone, Moxxie let out the biggest sigh of relief and nearly fell on the grass. His chest heaved and he let out a dry heave cough. Moxxie wanted to simply disappear from hell, but that wouldn't happen anytime soon. No, he was in a bad spot in what could only be described as a dream job for many Imps. It was awful.

With a groan of pain from the very depths of his being, he started making his way towards the kitchen to get dinner started, muttering under his breath, "Satan save me from this torment. I think I'm going to fall ill and die before I'm even forty, if I'm lucky!"

XXX

"What fresh heaven is this," Moxxie exhaled as Blitzo handed him a bucket of white paint. Millie and Loona, surprisingly enough, were already at work painting over a billboard.

Yes, they were painting over a billboard. One of Kaitie Killjoy's to be exact. All so they could mooch some free advertisement.

"It's called running a business, Moxxie," Blitzo explained like he was talking to a child before poking Moxxie's nose, "and if you knew run one like your asshole punching mouth, you'd be as successful as me."

"I'd be dead actually, because you seem to have an outstanding amount of luck!" Moxxie retorted as he smacked Blitzo's hand away, "Sir, Katie will outright try to maim us for this!"

"Aw, don't worry Mox, that bitch ain't as psycho as me, that's a promise!" Millie even flexed some of her muscles before she painted over one of Katie's eyes, "Why, I'd like to see her drag her fake plastic tits havin' spider legs ass over to us and find out!"

Blitzo guffawed, "Ya see, that's what I'm talking' about, Millie's got spirit and so does my Loony!"

"I just want to give her the biggest middle finger after her little commentary on Hellhound Pounds," Loona shrugged.

"This is ridiculous," Moxxie muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Why are you even complaining? You're getting paid, baby dick," Blitzo shoved Moxxie forward and snapped his fingers, "now paint!"

Moxxie relinquished himself to his fate and went to work. At the very least, he was always armed if anything happened. Suddenly, the ladder began to shake and Moxxie immediately clung on, shouting, "Ah! Hey!"

He looked down and there was Angel Dust, "Hey there, hot stuff!"

"Angel Dust!?"

"Angel what?" Blitzo repeated and looked down. His eyes nearly bugged out of his skull, "What the fuck!? Angel Dust!?"

"Sir, please excuse me for a moment!" Moxxie didn't even give him a second as he immediately started sliding down the ladder, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," Angel Dust looked up and clicked his tongue, "This your day job? Where's the guns and murder?"

"Hey, if you're talking business, you talk to me!" Blitzo shouted as he landed and accidentally kicked Moxxie out of the way. He outstretched his hand, "Name's Blitz, the O is silent!"

Angel Dust gave him a perplexed glance, but shook his hand, "So why have it?"

"I like you already," Blitzo looked him over and purred, "mainly from your porn. So, you wouldn't happen to need someone dead topside would you?"

"Not really, all the people I want dead are already dead," Angel Dust shrugged, "I just wanted to say hey to Mox, actually."

"No fuckin' way," Blitzo immediately picked a groggy Moxxie up, "baby dick prude over here?"

"Ha!" Angel Dust laughed, "I hope to God he ain't packin' a little pecker under those tights, especially for what I have planned for him."

That made Blitzo do a double take, "What the double fuck?"

"Could you stop butting in!" Moxxie growled before forcing himself out of Blitzo's grasp and shoving him back. He turned to Angel Dust and sighed, "Sorry about that."

"It's cool. Sure as hell better than my boss," the spider demon shrugged.

"Wait, Moxxie, ya know Angel Dust!" Millie gushed before she slid down and knocked over Blitzo, making him curse, "Hey, I know yer just a Sinner and all, but yer work is hawt!"

"Glad to see even bumpkins like my work," Angel Dust grunted back. Still, Millie paid it no mind and oogled him.

Only one who stayed back was Loona. She narrowed her eyes and took a picture of him, muttering, "Gross."

XXX

Overlords were powerful Sinners. Alastor was the top dog around the Pride Ring. But, with his hiatus, another group took his place to ultimate prominence. The Vees!

Vox, the demon of television and tech, Valentino, the moth demon of the sex industry of the Pride Ring, and lastly, Velvette, the doll demon of fashion and social media.

And right now, at this very moment, they were having an impromptu and important discussion.

"Valentino, we've been together a long time," Vox began as they all sat around what was no doubt Valentino's room. Pictures of him and his most famous pornos, smut, and snuff films were here. The décor and furniture was soft pink, reds, whites and somehow screamed sensual.

"And," Vox continued as he took a deep breath, "you're such a good partner. So I must ask… why the fuck can't you keep your shit together?"

"Easy for you to say," Valentino huffed, making moth clicking noises in his fury, as he drank and threw the finished glass next to Vox's head. Meanwhile Velvette was between glaring at him and her phone as she was texting, "one of your whores didn't go out and spread their legs outside their workplace!"

"You're right and yours didn't either," Vox countered, "he's just living at the princess's bumble-fuck vacation home for the pathetic and desperate. So why be so upset?"

"Because it undermines me! It's a spit on my face! He's practically spitting in my mouths and not the way he should be!" Valentino reasoned, nearly slapped his Fizz-bot as it brought him another drink.

"Oh, boohoo, your little whore is out and about when he's off the clock," Velvette mocked as she took a picture if Valentino and put crying devil babies around his head, "why the fuck does my work force have to pay for your start dog's fuck ups, piss baby!"

"Because they're the nearest to me, that's why!" Val hissed at her. The tension was only getting worse between them until Valentino went straight for his cabinet.

His gun cabinet. Vox started glaring and his mind control eye began pulsing, "Val, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting my revenge right now! I'm gonna find that ungrateful whore, shoot him, wait for him to get back up, shoot him again, and then take his ass right back here for some punishment!" he pulled out a golden pistol and a pink long barrel gun, "which one makes me look sexier!?"

Velvette rolled her eyes, "Long barrel."

"Thanks, doll," he said with a wink.

"Piss off."

"No, you're not," Vox replied.

"Oh yes I am!" Valentino hissed before tapping on a camera showing him talking to IMP, "Look at him! He's trying to flirt with an Imp!" then he winced, "And he's the smallest one! I bet he has a baby dick and he's a total prude! It's disgusting! I bet his whole family hates him!"

"Val!" Vox grabbed him by his robe and growled in his face, his screen bright and his voice distorted. It even took Velvette by surprise. But he quickly regained his composure and chuckled, "Calm down and just think for a moment. Our image is well crafted into perfection thanks to my products, Velvette's eye for fashion and social trends-"

"You're both welcome," Velvette sighed with haughtiness.

"And my advancements. Now, what happens to our image when people see you have to chase down a whore?" Vox asked as he patted down Valentino's robe.

"Casual murder is-"

"Totally fine. Chasing down whores, however, makes you look weak. It makes us look weak. It makes our business look weak," Vox reasoned, "now, is that what we want?"

Valentino pouted while still holding the guns, "No."

"There ya go!" Vox happily exclaimed as a gameshow noise sounded off, "and besides, he's under contact so it doesn't matter anyway, you still own him."

"But still… I really wanted to shoot someone!" Valentino whined as he out his weapons away.

"Then shoot one of your butlers or something. I need my models in one piece today!" Velvette growled.

"Tell ya both what," Vox held up his hands before another argument started, "I'll get Val the lowest earner this month to shoot at as much as he wants. And Vel, I'll help you smuggle those potions of your to the Lust ring this week. Fair?"

"For now," Velvette relented, no longer glaring daggers at her business partner.

"Oh, Vox-ie, you know me so well," Valentinoa purred as he pinched Vox's cheek. He then glared back at the screen and hissed, "still, I want to keep an eye on my whore. I don't like my bitches on long leashes."

"If it makes you happy," Vox shrugged with a pleased smile. Just another day for him and another confidence booster. Then his phone vibrated, "huh?"

Velvette snapped her fingers for attention, "So, are we done? Meeting adjourned? I have to make sure Monica is properly trimmed for the show and make sure my appointments with those out ring demon nobodies are on point."

Vox nodded slowly and began leaving the room, "Yes, that'll do. We're done for now," he quickly changed into electricity and basically teleported using one of the outlets.

Everyone was left alone to their own devices, Valentino back to his sanctum of debauchery, Velvette back to her modeling and posting, and Vox was heading back to his central computer hub. He loved tech in general and the Internet was by far the best thing that could've ever happened to him.

One of the best perks was the 'round-o-clock surveillance of the large section of the Pride Ring thanks to tech and demonic magic. Sometimes the other rings. And his hell phone only vibrates for the most important of things. And in this case, it was finding out that his long time rival was officially back, "You… Bambi based bitch!"

XXX

"The hotel? Really? You?" Blitzo watched the news with Charlie about the hotel, but he started getting drunk and completely forgot Angel Dust was there too. So he was shocked again, but with his clothes on and comprehension skills. Somewhat. "But you do porn and fight in turf wars, isn't that what you guys live for?"

"Look, it puts a roof over my head beside the studio. But hey, I wouldn't expect a hellborn to get it. You guys wouldn't get the struggle," Angel Dust retorted, starting to really get tired of this conversation.

"Guess not," Blitzo muttered before waving it off, "whatever. Just stop trying to sexualize my employee, alright! That's my job!"

"Blitz," Millie chastised like he was a child, "as his boss and friend, don't you think you should be a good wingman? It's Angel Dust!"

"You all know I'm right here… right?" Moxxie questioned as they seemed to ignore the fact he could speak for himself.

"Absolutely not! Moxxie isn't desirable, so naturally I want him to feel good about himself," Blitzo reasoned before poking a finger at the confused porn Sinner, "but with this Sinner? No way, Moxxie's gonna grow an ego bigger than his ass with a porn star all over him!"

Moxxie was almost left agape at such a reasoning and hissed, "I am right here, sir!"

"He actually wants to have sex with fatty too! What is he blind, deaf, and dumb!?" Loona shouted from the top, "Also, all of you get your asses up here and help me finish this! It'll be a cold day In the Wrath ring before I ever do work by myself!"

"Ya barely work as it is! Stop gripin'!" Millie yelled back at her before she nudged her short coworker, "Come on, Mox, the sooner we get this 'ere done, the sooner we can help ya get laid!"

"Nice bunch," Angel Dust muttered like he was just talking with a bunch of carnival freaks, "definitely the pro-team of killers I'd imagined you'd be with."

That made Blitzo narrow his eyes, "Are you being bitchy sarcastic about me, him, or us in general?"

Angel Dust merely waved him off and began walking away, "Yeah, sure, see ya Mox!"

"I don't know if I like that guy," Blitzo muttered before zeroing in on Angel Dust's hips,"but I do like to watch him leave. Alright, get back to work."

Moxxie sighed, now absolutely embarrassed, "Yes, sir."

XXX

"I hate this song," Moxxie muttered as Blitzo and Loona were sitting up front blasting the radio while Millie was playing the air guitar right next to him, joining their revelry, while he was trying his best to black out the song. Loona was doing the usual Hellhound stereotype of feeling the breeze by sticking her head out.

Some Imps had to admit too, it was fun.

A track by the famous Imp singer, Maxwell Hooneestaknow. The song was, "All for the Family". It was a wild, untamed, and heavy song of lust and greed. It shook Moxxie to his core.

"This track kicks ass," Millie shouted before Blitzo high fives her with a free hand.

"How the hell can you not like this!?" Blitzo roared, almost taking his hands completely off the wheel to join Millie, "this shit fuckin' rules!"

"Meh," was all Moxxie gave him. He was just glad that they were about to park-

"What the heaven!?" Until a pink convertible luxury car outfight snatched the spot just before the IMP van could touch it. Blitzo wasn't having it and immediately pulled out his megaphone and shouted, "hey, smash and pass, get that cum dump of a car out of my space right now! You've got till the count of three-"

The woman… the succubus, a glamorous she-demon with quite a pair of assets with that pink skin, stepped out with a large Hellhound beside her, clearly seasoned with that scar over his eye, and lifted her shades. It made Blitzo freeze.

"Verosika?" He muttered in shock.

Millie and Loona gasped, ""Verosika!?""

And Moxxie, lifting his head up, mumbled, "Who now?"

"Blitz-o," the succubus, Verosika said as she casually blew a bubble with her gum and lifted her shades to reveal a heated glare after taking a swig of her flask.

Blitzo returned it in mind as started getting out, "I should've known it was you the moment I smelled the ocean, which is odd since the closest beach is three rings down!"

And he fell on his face.

"And I knew it was you the moment I got an Amber alert," she coolly retorted.

"I'm sensing some history here," Moxxie got out of the car and helped Blitzo up, "I don't mean to pry, but who is this?"

That nearly made Verosika do a double take and she sputtered a little, growling, "Who am I- who the fuck are you!?"

He was unfazed and folded his arms, "Moxxie and I-"

Only to be pushed out of the way by Blitzo, "He's my employee. For my business. And you're in our official parking space!"

Millie leaned in to whisper in his ear, "When did it become official?"

"The moment I painted our logo on it!" Blitzo shouted proudly.

"I almost didn't want it since I thought I recognized your shitty art," Verosika sighed as she put her shades back on.

"Enough of this dry as heaven banter, why are you here!?" Blitzo growled as he pointed back with his thumb, "Last I checked, you're still in rehab for that shit!"

"Not when you're famous," Verosika threw her hair back with a flair, "I'm not some loser wash up like you… or your sister."

That got Blitzo boiling mad and he started walking towards her, "Oh you cheeky cu-"

"How about you take a few steps back or else," growled the Hellhound as he got between both of them. Behind them all… Loona blushed.

Still, Blitzo wasn't fazed enough to keep his mouth shut or back away, "And who the fuck is this guy!?"

"My bodyguard, Vortex," Verosika replied as she started walking away while flipping him off and Vortex followed, "not that it's any of your business, fuck stain."

Once she was inside, Blitzo growled, "Can't believe I wasted time on a bag of holes like that."

"I'm sorry, you dated her?" Moxxie asked as he got back up, "Like, actually dated?"

"Yeah, a while back," Blitzo grunted dismissively.

Millie blinked, "You? Of all people, she dated you?"

It made Blitzo groan, "What the hell does it even matter?"

"She wasn't famous before she met you, right?" Moxxie asked, "I'm sorry, just who is Verosika exactly?"

That broke Loona from her stupor and she growled, "How the hell does a fatty with a musical ego bigger than his butt not know Verosika?"

"I'm getting so tired of you and Blitz-"

"Shut it and listen, fat ass," Blitzo cut him off and faced his team, "long story short, we dated. And it didn't end well and now she's got a grudge over some petty shit that happened a while back. There, happy?"

""No!/ Not really./ Details, dude,"" They all answered.

Blitzo waved them off, "Whatever. Look, let's just go park the damn car, go inside, and get down to actual business. Hotter than Satan's ranch out here."