I wince as I walk into the shop.
"Blitz took you long enough." Fizz hugs me.
I hide the pain in my side.
"Sorry... had business." I say.
"Good to see you, Blitz!" Millie smiles.
Fizz leads me to the table.
"No one ordered anything?" I ask looking around.
"We waited for you. You pick." Millie smiles.
I sit down, hiding the pain.
"Me? Why me?" I ask.
Fizz sits neck to me.
"Because of your incredible palate. Remember how you would always tear apart your turkey sandwiches your dad gave us? How would you always classify them?" Fizz says.
I let out a small chuckle.
"Yeah, alright. I'll pick." I say.
I take the menu. I glance it to and fro. I clutch my side with the other hands. I can't let them see my wound. I can't let them see my blood. I did a pretty shitty bandaging job. Plus the bullet still is in my flesh. Whatever.
"Ready to order?" A waiter comes over.
"We'll take the hot wing platter, the fries and onion rings platter, and two spicy burgers along with the fish tacos." I say.
She nods and takes our menus with her tongues. She then walks off.
"So, Blitz, how have you been lately?" Moxxie says.
"Fine. You can stop calling me." I say.
"It's just that ever since I.M.P shut down..." He starts.
I look at him.
"Shut up." I hiss.
Moxxie draws back. I take a sip of water.
"Blitz, have you considered my offer? We can be stars together." Fizz says.
"I'm not sure you'd want me Fizz." I turn.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
