Blitzo sulks back towards the musty, warn out old couch: mission failed, he hadn't the energy to self harm tonight. He was emotionally warn out, he turns on the the large wooden radio that sat smugly in the back corner: what the rich threw out would surprise or disgust you, Blitzo curls up into himself.

"Thank you for tuning in, to channel 666, I am Alastor: your friendly cannibal bringing you chilling tales to tell in the dark. Blitzo got lost in the ghostly fables, immersed in Alastor's Gaelic accent. That when a commercial came on he was half asleep. Listening to A smooth voice crooning over the radio. It was none other then the loathsome desperado singing his smash hit.

"Your everything to me, sweet Victory."

" Now don't you cry, I'll make everything alright"
"Sweet victory, dry your tears and know your cowboy is here"

A loud thunderclap rolls through the heavy night air, taking out the expensive radio. "Fuck me, what a piece of junk. No wonder why they threw it out" the Boss imp moodily. The one night, he needed to hear something more than his own guilty conscious. Blitzo peers out, at the radio his ears burning listening to the dark timber of the cowboy's rich voice.

Blitzo clutches his head, finding it odd that the cowboy's song continued on. Even as the smoke rolled out of the large radio.

"Tonight as the storm rages on, I want to pull you close and hold you tight, all through the night."

" He broke your heart, left you in pieces, he used you up and led you on, my sad lonesome country song"

"Oh Blitzy, your everything to me your auburn eyes scorch my soul, and I feel like I'm burning out of control.

"Sweet Victory, your everything I need, don't lose yourself love to those who cannot see"

Blitzo rubs his burning eyes he could feel the couch dip and the touch of a warm calloused hand. Blitzo jerks back startled to see the cowboy in his apartment. Blitzo flinches as a warm cloth caress his face. Blitzo found that he couldn't move Striker had his face in his hands. But what was Striker doing here hadn't he locked the door behind him?

It felt almost nice, being pampered like this. He must've been dreaming. He was hallucinating he told himself. The Cowboy didn't know where he lived, they weren't living together. He smirked leaning into the touch. Smiling morosely up at the Cowboy.

He was dreaming, it had to be a dream. There was noway Striker would be here with him. He had callously turned the cowboy down at the Harvest Moon Festival months ago.

Hadn't he?.

He could allow himself this one delusion, he owed himself that much. His heart ached throbbing painfully in his chest.
"I probably look weak and pathetic in your eyes, go ahead cowboy rub it in"
He tempted fate, feeling Striker massage his temples, he opened his aching eyes to see if he was dreaming.

Striker!" The imp whispers a sharp tone in his voice afraid if he spoke any louder the dream would evaporate. And he'd be left to static on the radio alone in his apartment with slit wrists, and a bleeding heart.

"Hmm" the cowboy answers.
"Not that I'm complaining too much but why are you here?" why am I dreaming about you, this isn't like the hallucinations he suffered through. Those months he spent with Stolas trying to get over them. Blitzo, had fucked Stolas so hard that the Boss imp believed he was whole, and for a time it worked. Stolas kept the nightmares at bay, but Blitzo was spiraling and no one seemed to notice.

Or care.
"you dream about me sugar, the cowboy smirks.
"There is nowhere I'd rather be then by your side Blitzy, I've worked with some rather remarkable people in the past. But none of them resonates the way you do partner.
"You see what I'm saying Sugar-cube?, Stolas used you, you were nothing more than a silly little plaything, his love life is on the rocks and just wants you to ride his dick, he doesn't care about your company. He isn't here tonight I am, and if you choose me tonight, my stick of dynamite will set hell ablaze with our fire and burn a trail leading straight to Lucifer's door.
"I'm sick of being looked down upon, just because I was born a hybrid. "You and I are cut from the same cloth, Boss man"
Nothing will stop us we could have it all.
"I'll lay it all down at your feet, everything you could dream of and more, choose me Blitzy, choose Bombproof and leave this all behind. Little the little vermin have the company we could have something bigger, better, just the two of us

Striker purrs tugging on his earlobe, his warm mouth chasing away another stray tear. Blitzo wanted to be alone, needed to be alone, deserved to be alone.

And yet, he was at the mercy, of a mercenary. Who wouldn't let Blitzo drown in misery. The cowboy imp wasn't like Fizzorolli, he wasn't as jaded as Verosika.
But he was selfish and was used to getting what he wanted.

He was a blood thirsty killer, out to murder his prince.

Was this just another sugar-coated lie?. Was the snake leading him on?.
But Striker was here, the others weren't.

Striker smirked watching the conflict ion mirror in his eyes. The snake imp continued to croon into Blitzo's ear, while snapping the buttons from Blitzo's jacket with his teeth.

"Sweet victory, your everything to me"
"I brush my mouth against your skin, the touch hand, the taste of your lips against mine"
"Let make a bet, lets seal the deal love"
"Cause the way you make love, is wild, A cowboy could lose his mind"
"In sweet victory, your everything I need"
"First the Ares Goeita Bloodline, and then next: The King of Greed, and the Queen of lustful desires" I'll go throw his little black book of exes. Thought the wrangler with a wry smirk on his lips.
"Moxie could go fuck himself" they sang in unison.
Maybe it won't be so bad, thought Blitzo to himself. Before pausing, had he really thought that, had he considered offing Stolas in favor of a southern gentlemen.

He wasn't thinking straight, he pauses listening to the soft rumbles of the cowboy's voice.
"Seriously Striker what are you doing here?, he asks wondering if it was his tried mind playing tricks on him. "I don't care how many time I have to reiterate this, darlin you need me, more than you ever know. Now, get some rest partner I'll be here when you wake up.
"What if Loona needs me?" Blitzo asks eyes half-lidded. His flintlock was tucked away somewhere safe. He didn't need it, he told himself as he rested his head against the Cowboy's firm chest. He could hear Striker's heart beat lulling him to sleep. As the snake imp continues to hum, his song. He reaches over removing the reciever and pocketing Blitzo's cellphone no one was going to interrupt him tonight.
He peered down at the Boss imp resting peacefully in his arms.
"Night Blitzy."