Stolas met up with Stella and her brother Andrealphus at Richest Cup: where the poor pour for you!.
Stella and Stolas sip tea and give each other glares while Andrealphus looks on.
"Stolas."
"Stella."
"Cunt."
"Witch."
Andrealphus facepalms in annoyance, "Aurgh!"
"FUCKISH. IMP. SUCKER!"
"Why did you insist on meeting me here?" Stolas asks before receiving a text. He looks at his phone and smiles.
Eliza-Darling: Missing you! 💜💜💜
As Stolas types a response, Andrealphus clears his throat.
"Ahem! We wanted to properly discuss the terms of this divorce. I feel my darling sister deserves a bit more...compensation." Andrealphus states as Stella smirks evilly, "After all, you did CHEAT on the poor thing. Surely you owe…"
"Andrealphus, cheating implies there was a betrayal. This woman never gave two shits about me or our very much arranged marriage. As far as I'm concerned, this divorce is far overdue." Stolas told him, "Can we please get this done? I have a lovely woman to get back to."
"Up yours!" Stella flips him the bird.
"Stellaaa, for fuck's sake, stop making this harder to bullshit!" Andrealphus told her.
The window behind the three breaks, revealing Striker posing on a table. He twirls two angelic revolvers in his hands. He fires one and the bullet hits the window near Stolas' head. Stella grins evilly at Stolas as he dodges more bullets. He flies out toward the exit, but Striker wraps him in glowing white rope before he can escape.
Stolas falls to the ground in an alley, captured, "Oh dear…this is worrisome."
...
Blitzø was sitting in the middle and looking at a fearful Loona. Moxxie and Millie were in the back as Lizzie was driving the van. A piano ringtone goes off on the imp's phone.
"Can you get that, Blitzø?" Lizzie asks.
"Oh, shit." Blitzø answers the call and puts it on speaker, "Stolas! It's really not a good time, buddy. Lizzie's driving the van."
"I'm sorry it's a bad time yet again Blitzø, but umm…I seem to have found myself in a bit of a sitch. I'm tied to the back of a horse at the moment."
"Pffttt…lucky bitch."
"Um, well no, rather unlucky. I seem to have been stolen by that little cowboy friend of yours."
"Ohh, which one?" Blitzø asks.
"How many cowboys do you know?" Moxxie asks him in return.
"Stolas, honey, can you tell me what the cowboy looks like?" Lizzie asks, "Like...is he sexy?"
Stolas glances up at Striker's grinning face as he rides his horse, "Mmm...yes, he is sexy?"
