Helluva Boss X Reader

Loona Part 2: Hints

When you finally arrived, you saw Loona waiting outside. "Everybody's already inside," she said when you walked up to her.

"And you're out here, because...?" you asked, curious why she was the only one outside waiting for you.

"...Because someone needs to show you where we're seated, dumbass." Loona snorted, and walked into the restaurant. You followed inside. You sat next to Blitzø, across from Loona, who herself was sitting next to M&M.

The night was full of revelry. Blitzø told embarrassing stories about Moxxie's missions, despite the smaller imp's protests. You laughed along with Loona and Millie. Millie described some particularly gruesome killings she had committed while on the job, stabbing and piercing her meat as she demonstrated for the table. Eventually, later in the night, Loona finally convinced you to drink alcohol. You had initially avoided it, because you weren't familiar with any of the strange brands in Hell. Not that you were too familiar with the brands back on Earth anyways.

You eyed the bottle of "Beelzejuice," the drink that Loona had initially given you as an apology the first time you were back in the office from the hospital. You opened the bottle, and smelled it tentatively. Grimacing, you took a swig. You were completely unprepared for the taste. It was like the strongest mouthwash you'd ever had the displeasure of tasting, but it was 10 times stronger, and any mint flavor was instead replaced with honey and pickle-vinegar. Despite being extremely bitter, it was still remarkably sweet. You started coughing, and ended up choking on your own throat.

"What the fuck was that?!" you asked, breathing heavily as you recovered. Loona cackled, and bent in half, slamming her fist against the table repeatedly as she observed your reaction to the drink. "Have you never had any of Hell's alcohol?" she managed to wheeze out.

"Well, no. I had some back when I was..." Loona eyes grew wide and worried as you almost let it slip that you were a sinner to the imps. "I mean, no. I've never had any of Hell's alcohol." Loona's eyes shot daggers as you stressed the word "Hell."

There was a moment of quiet from the whole table.

"You know what?" Loona said as she stood up before anybody at the table could respond to your strange reaction to her question. "I need a breath of fresh air. (Y/N), you're coming with me." You were left baffled as she grabbed your arm from underneath, and practically dragged you out of your seat outside.

("What do you think that was about?" Millie asked once it was just the imps left at the table.)

("Loona'll probably just tease them about their lack of alcohol consumption. They've probably got a really low tolerance for it, if they haven't had any in their entire life. Maybe she's going to convince them to get shit-faced without them realizing it," Moxxie said matter-of-factly. "Although I don't know why she needed to do it in private...")

(Blitzø squinted his eyes, suspicious of what was going on. He got up out of his seat and followed the two of you outside, doing his best to sneak where neither of you could see him. The bushes just outside the restaurant seemed to work.)

"What the FUCK are you doing!?" Loona shout-whispered at you.

"I thought I was making a funny, inside joke," you responded, just as quietly.

"It doesn't work when half the table doesn't know it's a joke!" Loona pinched her temples in frustration. "Are you trying to reveal that you're a sinner!?" she shouted, yet still keeping her voice down.

(Blitzø tried to stay silent from his hiding spot, covering his mouth with both hands before giving a quiet gasp.)

"I did my best to get Blitzø to trust you after our...fight." Loona looked down at the ground, ashamed as she remembered how she put you in the hospital. "I kept your secret, the best I could. And you're risking what I did to make a stupid joke?! What if he finds out? You'd be fucking it up for the both of us!" She looked back up at you, eyes level with yours, furious.