Stayed Gone 》Hazbin Hotel

Twenty-Four

Lizzie wanted to bash Blitzø's face in. There was that tiny glimmer of hope that he would somehow patch things up with Stolas, but all that fucking Imp's done is try to get Stolas to fuck him during the middle of their argument. Not to mention, she found out that Striker tried to kill her friend, not once but twice and Blitzø didn't even tell Stolas about it. Blitzø even accused him of looking down on people, including him. Lizzie was just angry at that point but she remained calm as she portaled them to the party.

"Have I ever looked down on him?" Stolas asked her as they made their way to the entrance.

"No," Lizzie answered. "Every time I visit, you always talk about wanting to spend more time with him." She slammed her hand against her forehead. "He's just an idiot, who needs to fucking realize your feelings for him are genuine." She sighed angrily. "Striker's lucky he's not here right now or else I'd rip his fucking tail off and then gouge is eyes out for trying to kill you."

"I appreciate your anger for the both of us," Stolas said as the entered. 

Lizzie wrapped her arms around herself when she saw two of Blitzø's exes making out in the corner. "I'm just frustrated that's all," she stated. They walked through the horny party-goers and headed toward one side of the room where all the beverages were placed. "He made a crack at you for being a Goetia, might as well make a crack at me for being the Princess of Hell."

"Except he's more scared of you because you're the Princess of Hell."

"No, he's not. I'm not a softie like you," she joked. Stolas slightly cracked a smile. Lizzie reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes. "Hey, it'll be ok. Let's just get shit-faced and forget about that Imp." She nearly jumped when a knife was thrown across the room toward a plushie of Blitzø. "If you could get past the theme of the party." Stolas slowly nodded. "And if you're not having fun, we can ditch this party and go back to the hotel. Charlie and everyone else are out for another team-building exercise, so it'll just be us. Play a few drinking games while watching rom-coms."

"30 minutes?" Stolas wondered. Lizzie wrapped her arms around him for a tight embrace. "The one day a year the spirits can rise amongst the living and it's spent celebrating mutual pettiness."

A demon in a sailor's outfit turned to look at them weirdly. "Uh, what?"

"Oh! Nothing!" Stolas chuckled. "Just having a heart-to-heart with my friend."

"Heart-to-heart?" the demon repeated before smirking at Lizzie. "Maybe we should have a heart-to-heart if you know what I'm saying?"

Lizzie chuckled sarcastically. "Fuck off, pig," she finished with a grin.

"Bitch," the sinner muttered before walking away.

Lizzie grabbed two red cups filled with alcohol and handed one to Stolas. "Cheers to having a great night with my best friend?" she wondered.

Stolas genuinely smiled before clinking their cups together. "Cheers."

The two drank their cups as Verosika spotted them. "Hello, freshest ex! Stolas!" she greeted Stolas. " she gasped when she saw Lizzie. And you brought Lizzie, yay!" She pecked Stolas on the cheek and did the same with Lizzie. "How's he doing?"

"He's fine," Lizzie lied. "He didn't want to be rude and stopped by. And I'm here to make sure he has a good time."

Stolas nodded sheepishly and said, "I don't get invited out much, but I really shouldn't stay long."

Verosika grinned while holding her beer bottle before clinking their glass/cups together. "Well, I'm glad you two could make it!"

"Well, this certainly beats the last earth party I attended on Hallows Eve."