You were at a bar, sipping whatever drink you had, until you heard someone sit down next to you. You look over to see some imp, all the way out here in Pride. Short black t-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots.

“I’d like a beer, hot stuff.” Blitzø said with a grin. This imp was bold, yet the bartendess just rolled her eyes and slid over a glass of beer. Blitzø caught your eye and smirked.

“Watcha lookin at, huh? You must like me to be staring at me like that.” Blitzø said raising an eyebrow.