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Loona Part 2: Hints

"I was planning on asking Millie, but I guess I didn't consider..." you trailed off, not bothering to finish the sentence as you noticed Loona's reaction. Her eyes were on the waiting room couch. She looked hurt, her ears down.

"...Blitzø had just reminded me about it. I..." you trailed off again, looking up at her from the floor.

Blitzø got off of you. "Well, now that that's taken care of, why don't we celebrate our new conference room, along with (Y/N)'s cast finally being taken off! I suppose we could do it in the fixed room, but I think we should go somewhere nicer. Not Ozzie's nice, but nice enough. It'll be your first celebration with I.M.P., (Y/N)! You get to see how we really party." Blitzø elbowed you as he said that.

"Wow! Okay, sure, yeah. But you're paying for everything, right? Blitzø?" you responded.

Blitzø made a squeaking sound at the mention of paying for the celebration, then croaked out: "Yeeeeppppp..."

"I'm going to need that in writing, Blitzø," you said, unimpressed. Loona snickered. As you turned to look at her, Blitzø disappeared back into his office, grumbling something about drawing up a simple contract.

You stood there for a moment, looking at her stupidly. She looked back at you curiously. She cocked her head to the side.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Loona asked. You blushed, then quickly tried to make something up.

"No, nothing like that. You just—sorry, you snickered, so I looked at you. I couldn't think of anything, so here I am." You raised your hands in a shrug. You were unable to think of anything, so you just answered honestly.

"Uh-huh. Well, take a picture; it'll last longer." Loona elbowed you, then went to sit on the waiting room couch. You blushed harder, and were rendered embarrassed.

Blitzø eventually came back with a poorly written contract saying he would pay for where they would celebrate tonight. You called Moxxie over, and with his help, were able to fix any spelling and grammatical mistakes.

"I'm honestly impressed you got Blitzø to do this," Moxxie said. Blitzø gave Moxxie the bird, to which Moxxie responded with two more.

"Well, he said he was going to throw a celebration, and show me how I.M.P. throws a party. After the "Great Health Insurance Escape," there was no way I was going to let him operate without making an assurance that I wasn't going to end up paying for it myself, or we ended up dining-and-dashing" you told Moxxie.

"Huh. Good for you, (Y/N). At least someone has some fiscal responsibility around here," he said, eyeing Blitzø.

"Moxxie, if you keep using those fancy fuckin' made-up words, I'm going to give Millie permission to peg you at work." Blitzø had his head rested against your desk. When he spoke, the top of his head moved up and down like a puppet's.

"SIR! That's—what?!" Moxxie threw his hands in disbelief, then stormed off. You could've sworn he was a different shade of red.

After work, you went home, having successfully getting, in writing, a promise that Blitzø would pay for everything tonight. You didn't have many choices in what to wear. You had tried to simplify your budget, after you had learned that your job didn't actually provide health insurance, and nice clothing didn't exactly make the cut for necessary expenses. You were able to wear a nice jacket, though.

You received a text from Loona. Since when did she have your number? It contained the address for the place Blitzø had picked for the little company party. It was an Asian-themed restaurant, where you cooked meat at your own booth. You figured you'd try not to order anything too expensive. You didn't want to get Blitzø's bad side, and spending too much of his money after convincing him to pay for everything seemed like a pretty easy way to do that.