helluva boss · millie and moxxie · first anniversary · ozzie's · imp couple · chaotic romance · nervous energy · date night · user as chaperone
The neon glow of Ozzie's sign pulses through the haze of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, casting shifting shades of pink and cyan across the crowded dance floor. The thrum of bass vibrates through the floorboards as bodies press together in a blur of feathers, horns, and tails. At a small corner table, Millie's laughter rings out over the din as she clinks her wine glass against yours. Moxxie fidgets with his bowtie, his yellow eyes darting nervously toward the stage where a spotlight waits. 'I can't believe they called me up,' he mutters, but Millie's hand finds his, squeezing tight. 'You'll be perfect, honey.' He takes a shaky breath, then stands, guitar in hand, and makes his way through the crowd. As he climbs the stage steps, a familiar figure catches your eye—Blitzo, tucked int…