Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~New Year's Eve~

A/N I WAS ABLE TO POST!!! I snuck into the bathroom and since my parents are drunk they didn't even care. It was actually pretty nice being by myself. Anyway, Enjoy!!

Blitz hated, New Year's Eve.

Well, hate was maybe an over exaggeration. He enjoyed it when New Year's Eve meant parties that went on from dusk to dawn, and then some more, drowning himself in that drunk revelry with a warm mass of bodies squeezing him until he couldn't properly think, couldn't properly move, just taken along for the ride as the crowds ebbed and flowed like a human wave. Free booze and drugs were really just an added bonus, warm tidings to turn Blitz's brain into fuzzy mush throughout the night.

It wasn't as if conversation was particularly needed either, as hardly anyone was going to be there to discuss the fine details of a new year's resolution or Satan forbid a business deal in the middle of a party dancefloor. Not that there was any encouragement with the mind numbingly loud music drowning out any chance of that unless people felt particularly brave about it, and Blitz sure as hell wasn't going to entertain the idea of shouting as a good vehicle of conversation.

No, what really irked Blitz about New Year's Eve was the signaling of well, a new year. A constant reminder that for all the celebrations and parties, nothing had changed for Blitz. Always with the reminders that he wasn't getting any younger, that as the years went by, and the oldheads he'd always looked up to left the ragers and newer generations came along, that eventually, the partying had to end.

Even the smallest of connections he'd once had during his college years disappearing into the haze of debauchery as they'd dropped off of the radar, presumably to go do some "adulting" or whatever the fuck the new excuses were these days.

The faces blended in too often at parties at some point, and he decided to call it quits too. To go do some "adulting" of his own, start the whole I.M.P. business gig and prove that he didn't have to get black-out drunk to enjoy life too.

Easier said than done, as it turned out.

"-sir? Sir? Are you there with us, sir?" Moxxie's haranguing finally snapped Blitz out of whatever daydream he was having again, as he flailed around and tried to wipe off some drool that had begun to leak over the corner of his mouth, earning another set of groans from the Greed Ring imp.

"Sir, if you're going to sleep could you do this after you hear us out?" Moxxie said, gesturing to himself and Millie.

Blitz felt a semblance of annoyance in his gut, mixed in with a small amount of flustered indignance from being caught floating away again during a company meeting.

"Oh choke on a dildo Moxx, what do you two lovebirds want this time? Is it finally gonna be a threesome invite?" Blitz prattled off with speed, eliciting the expected (thank Satan) response of disgust.

"Ew, what? No sir, we just wanted to inform you that we will be taking the New Year's off of work, since it's our first anniversary and everything." Moxxie tried to wipe off the grimace on his face, seemingly still stuck on the image of a dildo in his throat.

"And don't say that we can't because I already checked and we have no scheduled hits for the entire week regardless."

"Fuck is it with you people and New Year's? It's just another year anyways, but sure go ahead and have your boring-ass virgin date." Blitz tried to feign indifference to the subject, flipping through the random file of documents they'd originally prepared for some other mission briefing.

And yet for some reason, his stomach churned something fierce.

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