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"Sir, are you alright? That's your fourth bottle!" Moxxie yelled at me.

"So, why do you care?" I hiss chugging it down.

"It's not even eleven o'clock sir!" Moxxie yelled.

"So?" I ask looking at him.

"What Moxxie is trying to say is that we are worried about you." Millie shoved past Moxxie.

"I'm fine why wouldn't I be?" I ask. 

"Sir, you've been acting depressed all day!" Moxxie yelled.

I spew out the liqour. I glare at him. Moxxie draws back.

"How about you stop worrying about me and worry more about other shit." I hiss. 

I slump back into the chair. I chug it down. He's right. I have been acting weird. Just the thoughts in my head run wild. My thoughts are like leaches on me. Also, I am having a new problem. Heh turns out I'm losing kind of a lot of money. There are very few clients for I.M.P now turns out people don't give a fuck about being here and nobody wants to kill someone. So... I'm kind of in the deepened. I'm trying to save money, promote things, but... nothing has worked so far. Soon I'm gonna have to close I.M.P if I can't get a client. 

My phone starts to ring. No doubt it's that bird prick Stolas.

"What?" I hiss through the phone.

"It seems that you're having a money problem Blitzy." He says from the other side of the phone. 

I stop. I wave to Moxxie and Millie to leave the room.

"Alright, alright, alright. So, I'm a few pennies short on money." I admit.

I burry my face into my desk.

"How about I lend you some in exchange for that big red ass of yours." Stolas says.

"Are you telling me I have to have sex with you, and you give me money? I'm not a prostitute!" I yell. 

"Shhh. I'll give you big loans darling. What do you say?" He coos. 

I rub my face. I don't really have a choice. I'm down to my last few lines. I have to do this no matter how much I don't want to.

"Alright, Fine. When do you want to do the thing?" I grimace. 

"Right now, darling." He says.