The Pompous and The Prick

Chapter 8: For Old Times Sake

Warnings:

Implied somewhat sexual content. Older teen or adult recommended. If you are a younger teen, first off, why are you watching Helluva Boss in the first place? Second of all, when it gets steamy you can skip a bit.

Minor Spoilers for Season 2 episode 6 (Mostly it just wouldn't make sense without context)

(Those who liked the HuskerDust one-shot, the edited version is now published in it's own story. Now with smoochie kisses. 😘️‍💋‍)

Fizzarolli was laughing his *ss off in the dimly lit corner booth of the bar that stank of lost hopes and dreams. Though still in a jester hat, the rest of his outfit was surprisingly normal. He wore a cropped sweatshirt and high rise shorts. His limbs were wiggling everywhere and if it weren't for the obnoxious laughter, one might have thought he was having a seizure. Blitz prayed silently that no one noticed him blushing from embarrassment. He put his hands in his leather jacket, and spun around on his heel, lifting one leg up to start taking long strides out of the situation.

"Ooh, no you don't." Fizz extended both his arms and grabbed Blitz, pulling him into the seat, "Soooo~ Blitz! How are you?! Last time I saw you, we were tied up."

"Don't make it sound sexual. What are you doing here? I was supposed to be on a date with a guy named Fozzi. I figured he might be a furry or have a muppet k*nk, but this," Blitz gave a dramatic gesture in Fizz's direction, "this is so much worse."

"Well, I thought I was going on a date with a handsome fellar named Bluez, who I thought might be a mopey faced grump or have sh*tty taste in music. So, I guess we're both sooooo disappointed." Fizz crossed his arms around themselves, a couple of times over.

Blitz opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself and instead said, "Hang on; What do you mean, Blues?"

Fizz rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone, and shoved his extended arm right into Blitz's face, "This is the account I've been messaging. See right there? B-L-U-E-Z. Bluez."

Blitz took the phone from him. "Oh, ****** on a stick. I made my account so fast, I must have typed it out wrong." He tried rubbing the stress out of his eyes.

Blitz looked up again at Fizz, who was grabbing his phone back, "Wait, just a f**king minute. Why are you on a dating app, anyway? And with a different name, to boot. Things not going so fantastic with the big c*cked rooster, afterall?" Blitz would never admit it, but he was genuinely concerned for his old friend.

Fizz sighed and placed his head on the table

"Ozzie says it'll help our image . . ." He sat upright again, "I mean, my image. As a sexy entertainer and celebrity, I'll get more press if I have a personal love life for paparazzi to dig their teeth into, something which I don't already have, obviously. Because the thing with Ozzie is purely sexual. Because his d*ck-"

"Yeah, yeah. It's huge, I know." Blitz rested his chin in his hand; elbow on the table.

"YOu kNoW wHaT?!?!?!" Fizz stood up and extended himself really tall, which would almost be intimidating, if he didn't look like, well, a clown. Unless you were afraid of clowns, which Blitz was (mostly) not.

"Because you told me, jeez." Blitz rolled his eyes.

"Oh, oh. Right, yeah. Ahem." Fizz settled back down in his chair, trying to pretend he's not blushing as dabbed the sweat off his forehead with a long *ss handkerchief.

"You know, you've always been pretty bad at lying." Blitz cocked an eyebrow up at him and grinned.

"What- what do you mean? I never- I haven't-" He paused, "Hey, you two buff chicks. Dontcha got anything better to do?" He turned his attention to the hellhounds guarding him.