Helluva Lifestyle

The Harvest Moon Festival

{A/N: I know that, originally, Moxxie says he was born in Wrath, but based on S2 E3, I'm gonna change that part}

Roxanne's POV:

Stolas sighs in contentment while Blitzø & I share a cigarette, Blitzø folding his arms behind his head as Stolas wears a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope.

Stolas: "I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon."

Blitzø: "When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about..."

I use the cigarette to burn the rope, freeing Stolas, who takes the cigarette and takes a long drag of it.

Blitzø: "But, do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? We have, like, 15 new clients waitin' for heads to roll."

Stolas: "As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like you & Roxie."

I laugh as Stolas puts the cigarette out on one of Blitzø's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzo shoves him away.

Stolas: "The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals."

Me: "Wrath, huh? Millie's from there, but I've never really been."

Blitzø: "Why bother? I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks."

Stolas: "Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all-"

Stolas pulls the covers over his head and comes back out at my crotch.

Stolas: "Special access."

Me: "I don't know, Feathers. Last time I.M.P. played 'Bodyguard', things got messy."

Stolas: "I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year."

Blitzø: "Well, if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway."

Stolas: "Aw, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait."

Blitzø & I: "Oh, fuck our clients."

{Time skip}

I.M.P. & I pull up to Millie's family farmhouse as she exits the van to hug her parents.

Millie: "Mama! Daddy!"

Joe: *ruffles Millie's hair* "Yee-haw! How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?"

Millie: "I'm good, Pa! Thanks for lettin' us stay here for the harvest jamboree."

Lin: "It's no trouble. We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went 'freelance'."

Millie: "Freelance pays fine, Ma. We're doin' fine. It's fine."

I take over handling the luggage as Millie leads Moxxie to her parents.

Millie: "Anyway, y'all remember my husband Moxxie?"

Millie's parents stare at Moxxie in disapproval with a huff.