Helluva Boss - After the Party

Party of One

The sun set on the Ipanema beach in Brazil. Another day, another event. She was doing a promotional gig for her human side of things on Earth, some beach called Ipanema. Seductive beats boomed echoed through the air as she, the host, was catering to her lively event. The sandy beach was dotted with glistening young bodies, dark silhouettes that swayed in unison to the music while the brisk sea breeze caressed them.

Throngs of people partied and reveled into the night. Victors from wet t-shirt contests making good on their victories by partying with other half-naked people. Verosika wondered just how much lust they'd induced tonight, how many of the humans would go back home and have drunk, wild sex which they'd barely remember in the morning. Some people even looked to have started early, given how in some, more secluded areas of the beach, the "beast with two backs" had made its appearance.

Not everyone had given into their baser desires. Some of the couples attending her event seemed content to sway to the music caring only for each other's company. There was a look in their eyes that spoke not of a carnal attraction or need but rather that rare, strange commodity; love.

"Must be nice" Verosika mumbled to herself as she glided through the beach party, which despite having been planned to go long into the night, was already beginning to thin out. Just as well. Her mind wasn't in it. She'd finally come to a decision and mustered up the courage to act.

Withdrawing from the party to her lodgings, she pulled out her phone. For years now she'd held onto the anger from the breakup, never really getting a chance to be heard, to vent her feelings and frustrations. Every time they'd met or interacted afterwards there had just been anger and animosity. The sheer amount of slurs and barbed lines of dialogue that had passed between them could have made good material for a raunchy sit-com but looking back it was anything but funny to her.

Recent events made it seem like Blitz, like her was finally, maybe... hopefully, ready to talk. His relationship... or whatever you could call it... situationship with the owl had hit the wall and maybe that had been the last straw for Blitz. The final weight that bent Blitz's spirit enough to stop... stop being *him*.

As she looked across the ocean from her lodgings her mind raced with the possibilities of what to say to him, if he would agree to it. She wanted to express herself. To be honest again. She wanted to tell him how angry she had been at him, just to hear her out. She didn't want to lash out at him; she needed him to understand the pain he'd caused. It wasn't just about the breakup; it was about the nights she spent questioning her worth, the endless self-doubt that gnawed at her confidence. 'Why didn't you love me back?' The question lingered in her mind, a constant echo of her deepest insecurities. Am I really that unlovable? She had to know, even if the answer shattered her heart all over again."
She'd typed and re-typed so many text messages now.

"Hey fuckwad. I want say a few things to you". No.. no too hostile. "Blitz, please I need you to ... " No no no... Too needy. Finally she settled on. "Hey. Can we talk?". Her finger lingered over the send button for a moment. She'd almost done this a few days ago when the reopened wound was fresh and she'd been drinking heaviy. But with a clear head and a bit of hope she now made the decision to hit... send.

There. That was it. The message was out there now. Surprisingly enough Hellephones could send messages from Earth to Hell through some sort of weird techno-magic employed by VOX-networks. There was no going back. She'd made herself vulnerable... again... for that same asshole. Now she just needed a reply.

Minutes passed and she found herself checking the phone for a reply message a little too often. The message was still flagged as 'unseen'. No biggie, she thought to herself but she really wanted this to be over... soon. The minutes turned into hours and the message was still unseen. Fuck! Did she get the number wrong? No, she was pretty sure she'd gotten the right number, lifting it from their office a while back when her crew and Blitz's had had to share floors in the office building. Was he asleep? No probably not, it was 'day' in hell now as far as she knew. Maybe he's just busy with something. Hell he's probably on Earth as well on a mission with his employees. That was admirable at least. He'd always been a focused individual when it came to matters of security... or as he'd structured his business; the use of gratuitous violence.