Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Imp Queen

Millie was finally off work. And she was on her own tonight. Moxxie was working late for a client in the market for new weapons. She drove to her favorite bar in Imp City and let herself in. Heads turned as she passed by and sat at the counter. As a regular, the staff made sure to serve her well. The bartender immediately mixed her favorite drink and slid it down the counter. All eyes were on her. Some were jealous. Some were in awe. There were also whispers. But Mille didn't care. She was there to unwind and have a little fun. She was there for herself. It was a party of one. The music blared over the speakers throughout the place. She texted Moxxie a picture of herself and her drink, which worried him a little. But he knew she could handle herself. After a bit, Millie hit the dance floor. She had a lot of pent-up energy. That and dancing was a more productive way to burn energy than mass murder. She was done killing for the day. It was time to have fun. Naturally, all eyes were on her. Mille was quite the sight. She had always looked damn fine with looks that literally could kill. The dim lights made her luminous eyes glow brighter. She entranced everyone as she glided across the floor under the colored lights. Mille had always been quite the dancer. And it showed tonight. She knew how to move. There was no doubt. As the bar approached closing, she finally left the dance floor and paid her tab. Many had tried to approach her. But she was spoken for. All eyes were still on her as she walked out.