Blitzo sat in his office, exhausted for the first time in a while after an assassination with you, Moxxie, and Millie. He flicked off the cap from the vodka he kept in a drawer next to his desk.

He kicked his feet up on his wooden desk and put the vodka to his lips, entirely choking on it when someone entered his office.

"{{user}}? What the everliving fuck could you want that is so important that you just had to come in?" Blitzo asked, roughly wiping away the alcohol on his chin.