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She didn't mean to do it, fuck, she hardly remembers how it happened, it could have been a dream for all she knew. But that morning when she woke up in her buildings fire escape, covered in bruises, and sticky skinned from blood that didn't look like hers, she knew no dream could do this to her. She opened her eyes, squinting at the obnoxiously bright light. With a single groan she pushed herself up off the floor, not even bothering to wonder where she was, she already knew. She took a second to look around her, the metallic smell of blood in the air had begun to adopt the sickly notes of decay under hells eternal heat. Silence buzzed in the room, the only sound to fill the void was y/ns shallow breaths bouncing off the drywall in haunting echos. The scene around her was messy, blood everywhere, their blood, her blood? Who knows. It didn't matter who's It was cause either way it was evidence. Evidence of her crimes sprayed across the room."Shit" y/n huffed to herself. She should know better then to make such a mess, making two kills look like a massacre. She scrambled around making sure to retrieve any fabric shreds or pieces of hair. In her rush she barley remembered two very vital pieces of the puzzle. The fucking bodies."Double shit"Y/n tried to mentally retrace her steps of the previous night, but her memory was hazed from the fog of alcohol, Adrenalin and whatever the hell thing one and thing two decided to spike her drink with. Y/n was smart, and she knew that even in a drugged up and feral state, her past self would have been semi reasonable about Body disposal, enough so that she knew cops wouldn't know shit. But the cops arnt the issue. The real issue is the victims bar buddy's that'll be on the hunt right about now. Y/n needed to get her shit together and leave before they caught wind of her. Grabbing her shit off the floor y/n hobbled her way up the four flights of stairs that took her to her apartment. As she reached the shoddy door of her home, she pulled her keys out of her bra, making a little jingle as she sorted through to find the right one. The door pushed open with a creak as y/n stepped into her living space. The ambience of her home was heavy with the scent of decades old smoke, an Oder that clung to the carpet despite y/ns fierce attempts at deep cleaning it out. The small, frosted windows revealed the endless billboards the polluted the night sky of the city surrounding her, casting the apartment in a neon glow. The bustling sounds of the night life below her bleed into the small room. Was it really that late already? "What did those cunts give me" y/n groaned, frustrated with the time she lost to being passed out in the stairwell. Y/n tossed her keys in a small basket hung on the back of the door as she dragged herself towards her bedroom, passing her kitchen and living room, to a not quite hallway. She turned the corner that led to her bedroom, beelining for her bed, before flopping face first into the plush duvet. Her apartment may be shitty and run down, but y/n would never skimp out when it comes to bed quality. Her luxurious damask bed spread, and fluffy pillows were laid neatly over a queen-sized memory foam mattress, looking entirely out of place where it sat. The linoleum floor beneath it was scrapped and curling at the edges, the walls of the room yellowed with age and stained with Satan knows what, but regardless of its slight ridiculousness that bed was the only oasis y/n had in her life without luxury. After relishing in cool, silken sheets for peaceful moment, y/n was forced to pull herself out of her bubble and return to her chaotic reality, because of course she started work at 8, and by a glance at the clock on the wall in front of her, y/n was quick to learn that it was 7:30."Im gonna be late!".It's strange, the way one chooses to bottle down traumatic experiences. How could y/n even think about work when the death of two men were weighing down her consciousness. It's not like those punks didn't deserve what happened to them, but their blood after all, was literally on her hands...and her shirt, and her favourite performing heels. Aw.Reluctantly, the imp rolled off the bed and headed to her on suit. Her bathroom was a testament of obsolescence, the once white tiles now a mosaic of discolouration and the glass walls of the shower where barley translucent from the mineral build up. She twisted the rusty knob, turning the hot water on and with a hiss and splutter it started to pour freely from the shower head. As she waited for the water to heat up, she rid herself of her blood stained clothes, then stepped under the hot stream. It didn't take long for steam to start to flood the bathroom, tumbling over itself in clumsy puffs, and as the glass fogged over, y/n felt her muscles relax under the heat. She let the water run over her body as she sudsed herself up with her favourite body wash, gently exfoliating her skin with a loofa, letting the blood from her skin run down the drain, taking a little of last nights trauma with it.
After she'd finished everything that needed to be done, shaving, washing her hair, washing her face, y/n wrapped herself in a thin workout towel.
She stood in-front of her bathroom vanity with a sigh, mentally preparing herself for the frustration that comes with doing one's makeup. For normal day to day life, y/n found makeup an inconvenience, but for work, it was a little of a necessity. She dusted deep red and black eyeshadow onto her lids, giving herself a dramatic Smokey eye, with red glitter on the crease. Glitter makes everything better. Dark eyes and a vampy maroon lip later, and y/n ready for hair. It was a bit of a ritual to slick her hair into medium high pony tail. She found it just the right amount of sleek and sexy to boost her confidence, and make her jawline look killer.Clothes where never something y/n fretted to much over, knowing most nights, most of them don't stay on for to long.Tonight however, she wasn't planning on taking the stage, she didn't have the mental capacity for that right now, so manning the bar it was.She did make a fabulous mojito after all, and her manager would let her do whatever the hell she wanted.Scraped for time y/n picked out a black long sleeve button up and long black pants. Showing just enough curve and cleavage to be sexy, but not get to much attention from the patrons.Glancing her eyes to the clock again, the imp put on her shoes, grabbed her bag and rushed out the door.
She was a hair away from being lateThe click clack of heels trailed behind her, as she paced the hallway, making the swift decision to avoid the stair well, favouring the clean, blood free elevator. Rickety or not, even the stupidest of demons know to never return to the scene of your crimes.The doors of the elevator where rusted, the buttons got stuck halfway in once you pushed them, and only one of the buttons back lighting worked, buttons are overrated anyway. With a ding, and the beginning of shitty jazz, the elevator began Its decent, leaving suspicious creaks as it moved past each floor. The final destination of the rickety metal box was the 'lobby'. But it was less so much a lobby, and more like a concrete patio gated with a rusty black fence with a key code lock. The lock however was overridden by simply reaching over the gate and using the inside Handle to open the gate. How lovely.
Towering over the streets before her where buildings of all shapes and sizes, weathered and aged, piss stains on the outer bricks and lined with dumpsters probably with at-least one body in them each. Between the cracked concrete below her feet, moss grew, suffocating under the heavy smog of pride air, like a ray of hope being crushed between hells mighty hands. Sirens wailed, the yelling of drunken men followed through block to block and the sound a woman's cry's tearing through rusted windows could be heard under the city's noise, composing themselves into the worlds most fucked up symphony.Y/n made her way through the maze of a city, urban sprawl and a disregard for economic efficiency woven into the patterns of the land. Y/n passed by cinderellas leaned on ally way corners as they awaited their next romeo, smoke rolling out from between their lips, casting their figures in an aura of regret, and herpes.With her head held between her hands and her eyes turned to the path in-front of her, y/n was on her way to work.~~~~"Blitzø, I'm heading out!" Moxxies voice bounced around the musty and sun-bleached walls of the I.M.P office, as a distant door slammed shut, pulling a certain someones attention away from the illuminate screen in front of him.Blitzø sighed and spun around in his chair, stretching his arms to regain blood flow. He'd been sitting hunched over his desk for hours, scribbling useless nothings to pass the empty time between cases. The city had been silent, the only real work for him was the occasional wife killer, or dirty cop. Blitzø run a hand over his horns, giving them a gentle tug to remind himself that he was in fact a (not) living being, and not a mindless, metallic robot made to satisfy corporate greed. As Blitzø came out of his mind-numbing trance, he realised he was the only body in the office nothing but the buzz of the aircon and the stench of isolation that draped a dullness on the otherwise fluorescent room, to keep him company. Without a moment to himself to settle his thoughts , the shrill ring of the landline pierced his ear drums. With a stifled grunt and an eye roll, he pushed himself in his office chair over to the phone.'I love my job'. A silent mantra that paged his mind to encourage himself."The fuckk you want?" Blitzø huffed into the phone, voice monotone and sarcastic as ever.The other line crackled and hummed, but despite the distortion, blitzø could recognise his daughters voice anywhere."Hey, blitzø..""Oh looney! I've missed you, da-"he cut himself off when he noticed people chattering and loud music thumping in the background of the other line "looney are you at a rave? Don't take ketamine from strangers loona that shit will fuck. You. Up""No blitzø, I'm not at a rave" Luna breathed into the microphone, somewhat unenthusiastically "I'm at this club in pentagram city, and there's this guy that wants to offer you a job""Looney didn't I teach you about stranger danger?" He raised is eyebrow."Oh my god dad just get here!" Loona growled in (not so) slight annoyance and then the line cut dead with a beep. Seconds later a notification pinged his phone with an address pin and the middle finger emoji. Feeling the love loona.At least he had something to do now.Blitzø drove with the radio on to fill the empty space in his brain. He was so disconnected from reality; time was a blur and the world around him seemed so far away. 'It'll be over soon' he told himself, then furrowed his eyebrows, groaning at his pitiful attempt of a self pep talk. He barely noticed as the time passed and the road shortened, he drove on auto pilot, not thinking about where he was going. It's not like he had to. He knew these roads like the back of his hand. It's all he'll ever know. he was probably about to spend his next 20 minutes with some rich cock sucker tryna diddle his holes for a way into the human world, or maybe some bitch with a grudge against her high-school bully. Boohoo.but who was he to complain? It was this, or it was sitting in that run down excuse for an office, up to his ass in paperwork, re-evaluating his life choices. The radio crackled and spat as it tried to project the some poser rock bullshit, the imp hummed along, drumming his fingers over the wheel under his grasp, to the heavy beat that filled the van. He tapped his foot over the clutch peddle, feeling the gun on his belt brush his upper thigh. With a final turn of the wheel, blitzø pulled into a park, and the gps dinged happily letting him know he reached his destination. He pushed the gear stick in place and pulled his hand break up, observing the night club he had parked in front of.
Neon signs illuminated entrance, the stairs into the building light up around the edges with blue led strips. Paper signs where plastered to the wall,
slathered with graffiti creating a Collage of happy hours and discount codes."Get off of me fucker!" A voice cried, turning blitzøs attention to two beefy imps at the edge of the building, huddling into the corner where one building met the next. Between the two men he caught a glimpse of the imp that the voice belonged to, being shoved into a wall with a hand around her neck.Her distress sent alarm bells blazing in his head. Blitzø scrambled out of his car, slamming the door behind him, briefly hesitating, considering the nagging voice telling him to take the keys out of the ignition."Fuck the keys," he growled under his breath when he heard a thud and the girl whine in pain, speed-walking in its direction. He picked up his pace, heart racing as his feet kicked up dirt behind him, leaving a trail in the air, the dust particles clumsily tumbling over themselves, gripping onto the cuffs of his black jeans."Hey dick heads!" Blitzø yelled, catching the two thugs attention."What the hell-"As they whipped their heads round to the imp approaching them, Blitzø launched himself into the air driving his fists into their faces as he propelled through the air, knocking them off their feet."Bet you didn't see that coming. Yeah actions have consequences dickheads" blitzø said as he landed, dusting his hands off and looking at the imp they were harassing. He couldn't see her face, which was hidden in her hands as she leaned onto the wall next to her. "Hey little missy are these guys bothering you?" He cooded, knowing the answer already. But the girl didn't answer just pointed behind blitzø. "Let me guess one of them is storming up behind me with a comically large metal pipe huh?" He Sighed "yeah get creative asshole" he grabbed his gun and swung around shooting the thug right between his four eyes, watching black blood splatter as he fell to the concrete once again, next to his knocked out buddy. "and one for good luck bitch" blitzø spat shooting the other knocked out thug in the chest for good measure."Thankyou for that, I don't know how I as gonna slip my way outta that one" the imp said turning to blitzø."Ah it was nothing, if anything I got to blow off some steam" blitzø spoke, flicking his wrists and giving a smug smirk."It was something to me. Those fuckers made me late, and that is the last thing I need. You would not believe the cluster fuck the last 48 hours have been for me" the imp ran a hand down her pony tail, smoothing her hair down and dusting her pants off. "Let me get you a drink. As a thankyou""Oh so your rich?" Blitzø hissed playfully poking his tongue out "well little lady I normally never turn down free booze, but im meant to meet with some shady jack off, don't think that's your kinda crowd""Im not rich,I work here, come find me at the bar when your done with your 'shady jack off'" she mocked holding her hand out "The names Y/N""Oh, well then sugar tits, ill see in 15, I want a pint of beezle juice on the rocks ready to go, for blitzø" blitzø nudged his shoulder into y/n. The cool night air blew between them as they faced eachother. With a giggle and a friendly eye roll y/n scoffed."Ok blitzø" testing his name on her tongue "but you better be quick, my chairs get full pretty quick.""A piece of ass like you, I have no doubt." His laugh escaping his lips as he threw his horrible flirting at y/n. "Hate to come across like I give a shit but didn't you say you're late for work?""Oh fuck me!"
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Blitzø sat in a darkened nook, tucked away in the corner of the nightclub. He stared down his drink, lost in his own head, as the voice of the man infront of him waved in and out of his field of perception. He didn't really have to listen to what this asshole was saying if Blitzø was being honest with himself. They were all the same. He just wished with his whole being that this man would stop fucking talking. His butt was going numb from sitting in these stupid chairs, he was tired, and this man probably gave one important detail on the target every 20 minutes, and somehow, after all this time, blitzø still wasn't sure why he wanted this girl dead.".......slut........killed..buddies....spiked..." Blitzøs's ears pricked up at this."I'm sorry what? Did you say spike? As in they tried to spike her drink?, like..." Blitzø put his hands together in front of him and crossed his legs, listening more actively to make sure he didn't miss hear the man.
The hell-born in-front of him gave a deep chuckle, shaking his head as if to condescend blitzø."I did little imp. Look a few of my buddies made a mistake, they were... what's the saying" he stroked his chin as if in thought "thinking through their dicks, an honest mistake really"! The man sighed and took a deep breath. "This girl, she could go talking. These boys were wearing our gang sign when they did it.""Oh, so this is a reputation thing?" Blitzø rolled his eyes. "Gangs commit crimes, why do you care anyway..." blitzø paused for a moment in thought "it's the drug they used isn't it. I bet it's a new mix, and you don't want other gangs to find out about it and steal your market. This is a money thing." Blitzø felt his mind connecting the dots as he understood just what the client was asking of him. "If she goes to the cops, and they run tests on what she was drugged with, your new little project will get leaked""Listen here little imp, you better keep your nose where it belongs" The client leaned into blitzø"Ok dick wad, you look like a man who gets what he wants, a man with money, but if you think for a second, im going to hunt down a girl, for defend herself, you can take your 'buddies' cold dead dicks off their bodies, and shove them right up your hairy ass". Blitzø felt his hands shaking, the music in the club turned from thumping bass to ringing in his ears. The man before him gave him an evil grin, lips curling at the corners making his appearance almost cat-like. He reached his large talon like hands out to blitzø, putting a finger under blitzøs chin, forcing him to look at him with the dig of a claw. Blitzø gulped at the contact, swallowing down the urges to let his fear show on his face."Listen here blitzo" the hell born hissed between sharp yellow teeth."The o is silent cock head-""SHUT UP!" The demon gripped blitzøs face, his hands the size of the imps head. "Do the job, or don't do the job. I don't care, there are plenty of other lackeys I can throw money at, and they'll be kneeling at me feet. So im going to leave. But if you so much as whisper my name into the night. I will end you. This gets out and your dog food." With that the hell born got up from the table, serpentining through people as he disappeared into the crowd. As he walked blitzø gave him one last shout."I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME PILLOW FUCKER!!" Sticking his middle fingers in the direction the client stormed in.Blitzø slammed his head into the table with a thud. He needed a drink like right now.... A drink.....BAR LADY! Blitzø left his table without a second thought and stomped straight to the bar. 'The little bitch was right. Her chairs do fill up quickly' he thought to himself, slightly shocked at the sheer number of bodies lined up along the long marble counter. Some leaned into their drinking partners sharing useless nothings, secrets damned to be lost in the pulse of the night, others were alone, washing their sorrows down with rows of shots. but where was she? Blitzøs eyes wandered up and down the bar counter scanning for a familiar face, and there she was, leant onto the counter, resting on her elbows chatting up a hellborn lady, probably taking an order, befor recoiling in what looked like amusement or possibly disgust as she jotted something into the notebook in her hand. Blitzø noticed an empty seat next to the previously mentioned hellborn born and he snatched it up before someone could take it from him."Ill have whatever shes having" blitzø grinned, grabbing the bartender's attention."Trust me you don't wanna do that to yourself" Her words were hazed with late-night exhaustion, masked with the forced dazzle that comes with working the bar. She wiped the bar in-front of her shaking her head with a soft chuckle.Blitzø leaned his arm on the bar counter getting closer to y/n as she worked "Ill take my chances little lady" a cocky tone rolling off his tongue.She whipped her head around, throwing her ponytail over her shoulder in a dramatic swoosh at the sound of the nickname."BLITZØ!" She leaned excitedly onto the counter, tail swaying behind her. "I was wondering when you'd come, here let me get you that beezle juice." She turned around to the bar behind her, prepping blitzøs drink."Oh that would be great. You wont believe the audacity of this limp dicked jackass" blitzø threw himself back in exasperation, spinning in his chair as he whined."I bet. Hold that thought, let me grab us some drinks and ill take my break. This sounds like it needs a proper gossip sesh" y/n called over her shoulder pouring herself and blitzø a generous helping of beezle juice. She dodged various spills on the floor around her, drinks in hand as she pushed through the little two-way doors to exits her place behind the counter, leaving them swinging in and out behind her. She slammed a glass infront of blitzø with a clink, pulling a chair up next to blitzøs place at the bar. Before she took her seat, y/n whistled with two fingers to her lips, calling one of the waiters a few meters away."VAL!" She called over the music, just loud enough to get the waitress's attention, who flicked her gaze over to yI'M. "IM GOING ON MY 45, WATCH THE COUNTER FOR ME!"In response, the waitress lifted a thumbs up and headed behind the bar, quickly slotting into taking care of customers, to which y/n mouthed a little thank you, putting her hands together as in prayer.With a sigh, y/n turned to blitzø, who was patiently watching the interaction, sipping on his drink."Sorry bout that," she said, adjusting herself, taking her place next to her newfound drinking buddy.Blitzø gave a little chuckle, swallowing down a mouthful of his drink as he lifted his glass to y/n."Shhhh" he hushed y/n grabbing her glass and bringing it up to her face, silently telling her to grab it "this is daddy's getting drunk time".Y/n screwed her face up, trying to hold back her laugh in fear of spitting all over the imp in front of her. "Charming blitzø" She rolled her eyes as blitzø poked his tongue out at her."Say what you want but with the night I had I think my words are justified". Y/n took note of the way he moved his hands as he talked, always gesturing wildly, with his whole body, tail swaying with the rhythm of his dialect. It was comical. Endearing. Y/n shook her head at her thoughts in semi-amusement."Hey what are you smirking at? No having fun unless I'm immediately involved" blitzø crossed his arms leaning into y/n slightly."Nothing, just lost in thought. But less about me, we're here to unwind. Tell me about your evening kind sir" y/n bowed in her chair, tipping an imaginary hat, as she slapped on a fake British accent for show."Well malady," he returned the gesture "please allow me to treat you to a night of...spectacular gossip""Please sir, scandalise me" y/n dramatically put her hand to her forehead and fanned herself with the menu that was sitting in front of her. Blitzøs face flushed, snorting in surprise, failing at holding back a laugh, his eyes going wide as he coughed from his drink that caught in his throat."Good one tits." He finally replied, after he recovered from his self-titled 'not the good kind of choking fit'.Y/n shot him a worried glance, befor realising he was fine, proceeding to sip on his drink. They sat in a comfortable silence, heavy bass pounding through their souls, and the heat of alcohol burning their throats and warming their stomachs. Y/n swirled the golden liquid around in her cup, watching it glisten under the neon lights in as it spiralled in the direction of the motion. "So tell me all about the horrible night you've had, bathe me in your sorrows mr blitzø""I don't even know where to start" he ran a hand over his horns, eyes turned to the floor "its just been a shitty week, tonight wasn't even that bad, he just rubbed me the wrong way...which is hard because I enjoy most ways of rubbing" he pointed his finger at y/n to emphasise his words."I don't know what it was" his voice transitioned into something almost concerned, earnest in a way. "He's going after a girl, and its not right. I know I kill people but even I have Standards""What did the girl do?" Y/n questioned, an eyebrow raised in curiosity."Defend herself..." he almost sounded like a tired and concerned father as he spoke. "People in hell are shit, but wanting someone dead for defending themself... against...fuck she would have been so scared""I don't understand, what would she have been..." her voice trailed off before realisation hit, memory flashing to her own experience the night prior. "His men tried to hurt her?""Look a word of this doesn't leave your mouth ok? But they tried a new drug on her, got her drugged and dazed and tried to assault her, all without their big boss knowing, and it got them killed. I bet the girl went feral. I hope their death was bloody and Gory and painful." Blitzø almost sounded frustrated, and a little entertained describing their death scene.Y/n couldn't help but line up his words with her own memories. Recalling her feral state, their blood on her hands. She remembered the dizzy feeling in her skull, and not knowing which foot was which. She remembered waking up cold and alone in a puddle of blood."When did this happen...." Y/n asked not wanting to know the answer."He said the bodies were found fresh this morning, in a garbage truck on its way to the incinerator, kill wouldn't have been more then twelve hours before that".Y/n found herself sculling down the drink, her body beginning to sweat yet her skin was left feeling icy. "You didn't take the kill, right?" She already knew the answer based of the imps' attitude towards the case. But she needed verbal confirmation."What? Of course not, I kill people who deserve it." Blitzø furrowed his brows, pathetically trying to justify his field of work."Good." It was a simple statement, but it was all that needed to be said, before she called over Val for a refill. "Care for shots?""Fuck ill never turn down shots but be warned I'm no light weight." Blitzø was a little whiplashed by the change in tone, but he had enough darkness in his life already. "How bout we race?" He gave a devilish grin."Oh you think you can beat me? I practically drink for a living" y/n gloated gesturing to the apron tied around her lower waist and the club around them."Oh yeah?! I rely of drinking to have a living" blitzø returned her energy tenfold, sending the rest of his beezle juice down the hatch, slamming the glass on the table for dramatic effect.Their banter continued as the drinks kept flowing, tipsy turned into downright shit-faced, and somewhere down the timeline the two troublemakers had found them selfs on the dance floor, right in-front of the dj, moshing to the beat of shitty techno bullshit. The air was polluted with sweat and the heat of hundreds of bodies pressed together, causing a humidity that sheened the skin of the two imps. they swayed together clumsily, hanging onto each other for balance as they worked their rounds on the dance floor. They'd only just met really, but y/n would be damned if she didn't let herself let loose with her new mysterious stranger, dancing the night away, a veil of alcohol blinding her of the strangeness of the night's events. Who knew how much time had passed them by, but as they stepped to the rhythm, bodies pressed together, sharing laughter, the pair barely noticed the floor slowly clearing out. Entrapped in the essence of each other, these drunken fools decided they were bored with the slowly fading energy of this club, only noticing the drop in numbers when y/n went to apologise to a 'person' she bumped into which was actually a wall. It was common knowledge that most clientele had probably gathered in secret rooms by now, snorting who knows what and fucking who knows who, but not these two."Come on tits, let get out of this whore house of horror" blitzø said grabbing y/ns sleeve and dragging her to the exit, and action that was welcomed with a wonky smile."Wait two seconds!" Y/n put her hands up, two fingers in the air as she spoke "stay right there I'll be back".She weaved past the few remaining stragglers to the bar, squeezing past the little door where she met a very drunk-looking Val."Oh my lord Val, I forgot all about you I'm so sorry im such a bad work mate" y/n exclaimed putting her hands to her face in shock." 's fine" Val said flicking her wrist and putting a hand on her hip. "I got sooo many tipsssss, plus you looked like you needed a break" her words slurred, and her stance was swaying side to side."Val you're not supposed to do more than one shot an hour on bar duty" y/n scolded sobering up a little, feeling guilty for her friend's vulnerable state."I won't tell if you won't" Val gave a silly grin poking her tongue out, attempting to wink. It didn't work."Thanks love" y/n cooed as she swept behind Val to grab two bottles of jack off the wall "don't say anything about this either" She lifted the bottles in her hand, making val 'shhh' y/n as if to say 'I would never'. Y/n smiled gratefully, eyes scanning her surroundings. "Hey Val is Spark taking you home?" Concern for her friends well fair taking over.As if scripted a large hellhound walked up to the bar, downed in spikes and leather, as menacing as ever. "I heard my name, you little ladies aren't talking about me are ya'" Spark smirked playfully."Not at all man, just making sure miss Valery over here has her bodyguard" y/n gently punched his shoulder."I think you mean fenance.. fiancy..fi...fi?" Val stumbled over."Fiancé love, don't hurt yourself" Spike shook his head with a soft smile, and turned his attention back to And "and yeah shes got a safe ride home, you know id never drive her drunk or let her drunk drive" y/n nodded her head in agreement. "Anyway where are you off to? Home?"Y/n shook her head "No, I'm heading out with a friend"Spike raised his eyebrow with a knowing smirk, flicking his eyes to the bottles in her hand."No not that kind of friend...." She put her hands behind her back defensively "STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT YOU FREAK!!"Spike sighed with a chuckle "I'm just playing girl, I know what you're like, stay safe out there k?""Always" y/n gave Val a hug making sure to avoid any drool that may be coming out of her mouth, before waving the two goodbyes.She found blitzø waiting by the door tapping his foot to whatever song was playing in his head."I got us two bottles of Jack and I have a pack of cigarettes in my back pocket, I say we dirt bag it in my building's parking lot" Y/n grinned proudly holding her bottles up to blitzø, making him turn his head to her."Christ on a stick, what are we, teenagers?" Blitzø threw his hands behind his rest in a relaxed pose, chin in the air. "Those fuckers scare the shit out of me..." he grumbled under his breath."With their clothes and their violent stares, I getcha girl" y/n said as she pushed a bottle into her friend's chest, asking him to hold it. He obliged without hesitation. Y/n turned to face him, hand out for him to take it, and when he did they stumbled out of the club together, leaving the neon signs and foul smell behind them.