One Helluva Ride

Chapter 41: Oops

          "Blitzø, why the fuck are you so hopped up this morning?" Splice asked, shuffling through their bedroom doorway. Blitzø was already at the front door, hopping on the balls of his feet. "Come on! There's a place I wanna grab coffee at." He said. He waved Splice over frantically. Splice groaned, grabbing the keys to the company car. "Alright, alright. I'm comin'."

          Blitzø dragged Splice off to Gluttony to go to a coffee shop. "Uh.. why do you want to go here?" They asked, looking up at the dingy sign. Blitzø grabbed their wrist and dragged them inside, pushing his way to the front of the line. Splice profusely apologized to the patrons that Blitzø knocked through.

          Blitzø leaned on the counter as he ordered. The hellhound barista rolled her eyes as she took his order. Once he paid, she retreated behind the counter to make his coffee. She returned a few minutes later, giving him the coffee with an unimpressed glare. Blitzø scooped the coffee up in his hands and rushed back over to Splice. "You look like a kid in a candy store." They remarked with a grin.

          Blitzø gave Splice a playful shove before he sipped his coffee. His eyes shot open and he tossed the cup. "Ew, what the shit?" He asked, his tongue lolling out of his mouth in disgust. The barista glanced over. "There a problem?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Blitzø puffed his chest out. "Actually, yeah. That was awful! I dragged myself all the way out here from Pride just for this fucking coffee. This place is a fucking ripoff." He huffed. Splice glanced between the two, tensing. "Uh, he didn't mean that-" They said.

"Oh, I meant it." Blitzø seethed, rolling up his sleeves. The hellhound rose from behind the counter, her steps calculated as she approached Blitzø. "You wanna say that again, imp boy?" She asked, leaning down toward his face. Blitzø stood on the balls of his feet to inch closer. "This place is a fucking ripoff." He repeated.

          The woman grabbed Blitzø by the collar of his shirt, dragging him toward the door. "It's not my fault you only know how to make coffee that tastes like piss!" He retorted as he was dropped on the doorstep. Splice approached the woman. "I'm so sorry about him. I honestly don't know what's gotten into him today." They said softly.

          The hellhound woman looked down at Splice. "You know him?" She asked. Splice nodded. "Uh.. yeah. He's my boss. Again, I'm sorry. He usually doesn't act like this-" The woman glanced out the window.

          "Uh-huh. You might wanna go get him." She said. Splice's brows furrowed. "What do you-" They turned to follow her gaze, their jaw dropping. "Shit- thank you!" They said, dashing out of the building to run after their boss. They pushed through a crowd that had formed. "Blitzø!" They yelled, watching as their boss exchanged blows with Fizzarolli.

Splice pushed themself between the two imps. "Both of you, quit it!" They demanded. Before anyone could do anything else, a rope wrapped itself around the three and dragged them into a building. Crimson's laugh brought Splice to reality. "Hired!" He said with a grin.

          "Funny to run into ya again, Blitzy!" Striker said. There was an insane glint in his eyes. He pulled a dagger, thrusting it toward Fizzarolli. "And with a famous friend~" He purred. Splice pushed in front of the jester, glaring at Striker. "Oh, fuck me." Blitzø muttered. Fizzarolli turned away with a pout. "For the record, we are not friends." He huffed. Splice's tail rattled violently. "Now, now. Don't get too feisty." Striker warned, gripping the rope at his side.

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          "Untie me, you sack of shit!" Splice complained, wriggling around in their restraints. Striker scoffed and tossed them into a cage, before doing the same with the other two imps. "Wait- why are we separated?" Splice asked as the two cages were hoisted into the air. Striker grinned. "Crim says I get to do what I want with you. He only wants the others." He said tauntingly. Splice's tail rattled annoyedly.