MY BOOK OF ONESHOTS 😈

The Bar

It got kinda tiring to hear the same thing from Stolas. "Oh.. oh it's the full moon again?" He rasped, his voice sounding as if he hadn't used it in days. "Yea. So.. am I coming over or what?" Stolas closed his eyes and sighed, stomach churning at the sound of annoyance in Blitz's voice. "I'm feeling sick tonight. I'm sorry." Blitz's claws dug into his thigh. "It's fine. Feel better, I guess."

"Thank you." Then he hung up. He was clearly avoiding Blitz, and has been since L.A. "You going to the princes house?" Loona walked into the kitchen to grab a beer. "What do you think?" Blitz sunk his face into a pillow. "He's a lying prick, Loona. He's lying to my fucking face." Loona scoffed and looked at her father, seeming surprised at his sadness. "Wow."

"What?" Blitz turned around. "Nothing. It's just weird to see you actually care about Stolas. You want him back don't you?" Blitz's fight or flight switched on, making his eyes grow wide and fear rise in his heart. "No! I don't like Stolas! It's just annoying that he's being a selfish.. lying piece of shit."

"Stolas is a lot of things but I don't think selfish is one of them. You know that." Loona sighed as she sat down, putting Blitz back in his place. Blitz brought his knees to his chin. The flutter in his chest made him want to throw up, and the guilt made tears burn in his dry eyes.

"I'm going out." Blitz hopped off the couch. "Don't stay too long at the bar. It's late." Loona mothered Blitz in times like this. She knew him all too well. "I know Loona. I love you." He looked back at her. Her beautiful ruby eyes stared into his, silently saying the words back. Blitz smiled and grabbed his keys and walked out.

*

Blitz looked at the drink slid in front of him. It was his 5th one, and he was starting to feel dizzy. He didn't care. He'd stay here until he grew worried for Loona because she was by herself. That would probably take a few more hours. A pale imp smiled and walked over to him, letting out a deep and raspy chuckle. Blitz recognized it almost immediately, his eyes slightly widening at the sound. "Fuck you." Blitz slurred and whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

"Are you still angry about the festival?" His country accent thick with a teasing tone and sarcasm. "Go die in a motherfuckin' ditch somewhere, snake. I'on wanna deal w'you." He looked up at him, eyes piercing into his. "You're absolutely wasted, aren't you?" Striker put his hand around Blitz's chin. Vulnerability swirled around Blitz's pupils, making Striker laugh.

"That bird's a pretty one." He nodded to him before muttering something to the bartender. "His looks can trick you can't they?" Blitz hiccuped and groaned a little bit. "You don't even know what the fuck you're talking about. You never.. liked him." Striker winked at the lady bartender and picked up his shot glass.

"I'm a normal imp, Blitz. You should know this." He looked sincere. "I'm normal apart from my job, just as you are. I'm a normal imp at a bar right now. Not an assassin trying to kill the person you love." Blitz shot him a glare. "Sorry. The person you "like" as if you're in second fucking grade." He scoffed. "You're just like him, you know. Your prettiness is a fucking joke." Blitz muttered without a filter.

Striker flicked his tail, making a slight rattling noise. He took another shot and hummed as he placed it down with a clink. "I saw that thing that happened at Ozzie's." Blitz felt for his gun, contemplating shooting Striker in his face. "Watch it." Blitz snarled. "Still saucy about it, I see."

"I'll shoot you in your smart fucking mouth if you don't shut up." Blitz rubbed between his eyes. "Why are you here, Blitzy?" Striker purred the tease. Blitz's eyes widened, his teeth gritting. "Stolas is.. tired." Blitz said through his teeth. "Ah. So.. he's avoiding you? No more dicking down the prince?" Blitz shrugged. "So far, yea."