"sorry, i fucked your wife." blitza croaked, flashing a razor-toothed grin at prince stellan before getting out of that courtyard before he noticed the priceless artifact of his tucked under her arm and murdered her for stealing it (and for fucking...
[Takes place before Blitza and Starla became a couple.
It's not confirmed when this vid even takes place. This whole thing could be just a flashback (maybe even a flashback from IMMEDIATELY after Chaz robbed the bank and left Moxxie, which would explain why he's literally swimming in dough)
Also this kinda just switches into a music vid halfway in]
Blitza walked down the evening street of the Greed Ring. The summery wind tasted a little like sea salt. She'd just finished an assassination mission on earth, but instead of going home, she had to pop by the Greed Ring to discuss something with her client.
She smoothed her skirt, boots clacking on the pavement. She had a long walk ahead of her to get to the bus stop that would take her back to Pride.
A low thrumming sound began to vibrate in the air behind her. She turned around to see a sleek, midnight-blue convertible cruising behind her, its headlights cutting through the twilight like 2 piercing eyes. The top was down, and the faint sound of indie pop spilled out, along with the giggling of girls already lounging in the backseat.
"Looks like someone's scoring bitches this summer." Blitza muttered playfully.
She sidestepped, giving the car room to drive past her. But instead it pulled to a stop beside her. Blitza looked, and her mouth fell open when she saw the driver's face.
"You look like a girl who's been walking in circles." Chazwick Thurman said, his voice as smooth as velvet over gravel.
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Blitza stopped walking, shielding her eyes from the glare of his headlights. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks—partly from the humidity, partly from his gaze. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only to those of us who know better." Chaz grinned. "Don't think I've forgotten that pretty face of yours: you're Moxxie and Millie's boss!"
"And you're their backstabbing dickhead of an ex-boyfriend." She said matter-of-factly.
Chaz held out his hands. "Hey, hey, I'm a changed man! Those mistakes were made by the old Chaz. You're talking to the new Chaz, and he has a question for ya."
"A question?"
"We're heading out to my place on the beach. Cold drinks, music, and the best view of the moon rising over the water." Chaz gestured to the empty space in the shotgun seat. Two other girls were crowded in the back, wearing bikinis, their hair messy from the wind, their expressions bored but curious. "Why sweat it out on the sidewalk when you could be watching the tide?"
"I'm... I'm actually trying to get home."
"Home? Home is just a place, doll." He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. "But this? This is a moment. Don't you want to see who you are when you aren't rushing?"
