Helluva Lifestyle

Oops

Roxanne's POV:

Earlier today, Blitzø called to ask me to join him for a quick coffee date. He failed to tell me that the coffee is in the Greed Ring, where my dad's associates could be lurking in every corner. Hence, my current need to take photos of everyone else here and run them through their faces through the mafia/crime database.

Blitzø: "Roxie, I know your dad's got it out for you, and vice-versa, but I'm pretty sure mafia guys don't get their coffee from places like this. BTW, where did your guys get theirs?"

Me: "If there's anything I learned growing up with that shitstain, you can never be too careful. And to answer your question, my mom made it for everyone. After she died, I took over. Although, I regret telling Moxxie that there are other types of coffee besides what Dad would call 'death warmed over'."

Blitzø: "Huh, we could've had coffee at your place.-*spits out coffee & talks loudly*-And it probably wouldn't have tasted like piss, unlike this shit."

Me: "Babe, can we not do this here of all places?"

Blitzø: *loudly* "Talk about 'death warmed over'."

Me: "You understand the whole point of taking photos of people behind their backs is not to draw attention."

Thankfully, no one who looks familiar notices us, given that they aren't here, but the manager does, picking Blitzø up and throwing him out as I grab my stuff from our table.

Blitzø: "Look, lady, it's not my fault if you only know how to make coffee that tastes like piss.

Then, Fizzarolli shows up with his nine dogs, stopping them before they can trample Blitzø.

Fizzarolli: "Oh, wow. Looky who it is!"

Blitzø: "Oh, fuck! You again."

Fizzarolli: "Stalkin' me now, huh?"

Blitzø: "Oh, don't fuckin' flatter yourself, clown. I have my own life, you know, without you in it."

Fizzarolli: "Uh-huh. Sure, Blitzo."

Blitzø: "The 'O' is silent now, bitch! And gee whiz! We've been in each other's relative vicinity twice in the last 15 years! That would make me the shittiest stalker in history!"

Fizzarolli: "Twice is already way too much."

Blitzø: "Yeah? Well, at least I'm still actually working for my shit. And not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention whore!"

Blitzø walks away to wait for me at the end of the street before Fizzarolli calls him out.

Fizzarolli: "Yeah, well, guess that's what resilience and talent gets ya. Plus, my horns were always bigger than yours, weren't they?"

Blitzø then retaliates by tackling Fizzarolli as they roll into the street before a crowd; so much for not drawing attention. I step forward to pull them apart when I get a text from Stolas.

Stolas: "Heading into Ozzie's office now. Wish me luck!"

Me: "Not that you need it, but good luck! <3"

By the time I look up, Blitzø & Fizzarolli are gone, so I approach one of the onlookers.

Me: "Hey, did you see where those two fighters went?"