#13.
>things thankfully got back on track before Chaz and Blitzo had what you assume would've been some sort of fucked up MMA sodomy session on the floor
>"I'm sorry," Millie interrupted, glaring at Chaz with confusion, "Can y'all get back to you dating my Moxxie?!"
>"Oh, yeah. Ancient history now, but I never forget a romance," Chaz recounted, slipping his shirt on, "Especially not with one as FINE as you, Mox."
>Moxxie looked like he wanted to throw up, and you couldn't blame him as you reluctantly took a sip of your drink to numb this drivel out of your mind
>"I mean, whew," Chaz wiped some fake sweat from his brow, "You'd think it was written in STARS. Moxxie the fledgeling mafioso..."
>the door opened, and you caught sight of a burly man dragging in another hellborn who was either on death's door or past it, while Chaz continued unfazed
>"Me, his extremely SEXY shining knight in armor..."
>the stench of blood being trailed across the floor made your lip curl, your hand shaking and loudly clinking the ice in your glass
>"In fact, I remember when he was originally inducted... I applauded the little guy from across the room, and when our eyes met, I KNEW I had him hooked on me...."
>you couldn't do this
>"The time our hands touched when we threw that grenade..."
>why did you come here?
>"and this OTHER time when I helped him polish his... well, Mox, you know..."
>you could've stayed at the office, unraveled why you were stuck like this
>"And you remember the uh, 'life drawing' I did..."
>"It's been 84 years..." Moxxie muttered.
>Blitzo raised his eyebrow, "Ain't that from--"
>"That boat movie..." you finished for him, surely white as a ghost under all that fur.
>"Yeah... that one," Blitzo responded, sizing up your demeanor with concern.
>so far, things played out the same, right?
>you could probably just leave, let the rest take care of itself...
>"Did ANY of that stuff actually happen?"
>"Oh yeah, but he--"
>"Dinner... is SERVED," came the husky voice of the maid
