Guess what? Striker's in Blitzo's apartment and things sure do happen!
Chapter 2: Striker's Hangover
Striker slowly opened his eyes to a familiar imp, who held a cup of coffee in one hand, offering it to the awakening cowboy. The imp holding the coffee was named Blitzo, the owner of the apartment and the horse wallpaper. "Good morning," he said.
Striker took the cup of coffee from him. "How did I get here?" he asked and sipped his coffee Blitzo offered.
"Oh, you got yourself drunk and stepped into my apartment," Blitzo replied, making Striker spit out his coffee in surprise. The cowboy checked his surroundings and found himself in a bed and saw two familiar imps and a hellhound beside Blitzo. "My employees and I tucked you in last night and you look so good in bed." Blitzo winked at Striker, who glared at Moxxie. He wished he never woke up to see that wimp again. Even Moxxie, who angrily wiped the coffee off his face with his hand, liked Striker better when he was sleeping or dead. "You have quite a nerve coming back," Moxxie told off the drunken cowboy.
"Yeah, you almost got me and Moxxie killed!" Millie growled.
"Plus, you nearly shot my only ticket to earth!" Blitzo snapped.
Striker knew he had serious explaining to do. "You see, his wife gave me the angelic weapons used to kill demon royalty and she paid me to kill him."
Blitzo crossed his arms. "I don't buy it, asshole."
"Look, the bitch paid me big money to take care of that cheating prick. I didn't know he had a kid. I don't kill people with kids."
This left Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona speechless and stunned. Striker got out of bed to vomit in the toilet from his hangover.
After a few times of throwing up in the toilet, Striker flushed it and was brought back to bed by Loona, Moxxie, and Millie, while Blitzo went to fetch the cowboy the aspirin and water. Blitzo set down the aspirin with water on the nightstand. "Here's some water and aspirin to make up for that shitty hangover of yours," Blitzo said.
"Thanks, because I got a headache, as well." Striker took the aspirin and sipped his water.
As soon as his headache began to decrease, the cowboy imp sniffed one arm and realized he needed a shower. "Oh, shit," he said to himself, "I suppose a shower can't hurt." So, he slowly, but surely got went to the bathroom to get undressed and took a warm shower. He wasn't sure if he felt like singing at that moment, considering how sick he was, but did his best to get that out of his mind.
After his shower, he grabbed onto a towel and Blitzo placed a white t-shirt and black sweat pants on the guest bed. They were plain, but they would do for his condition. "Thanks, Blitzo," Striker said.
Blitzo had to turn around and cover his face as Striker got dressed. "Blitzo, you can look now," the cowboy told him and Blitzo whirled around to see him fully dressed in plain clothing, gasping in admiration.
"Striker, you look so damn great!" Blitzo exclaimed.
The cowboy imp, not making a fuss like Blitzo was, scrambled into bed.
Loona, Blitzo's hellhound, was looking up foods and drinks that help with hangovers, knowing she'd had some hangovers before. She showed her adopted father the list of things to get and he grinned.
"Mox, can you get Striker some ginger root tea?" Blitzo asked, "Mills, can you make Striker a bowl of chicken broth soup?"
Moxxie and Millie did as they were told. In the kitchen, Moxxie grabbed onto a saucepan to put water in from the sink and couldn't help but complain. "Honey, I'm not very comfortable with Striker around." He let the water boil after turning on the heat on the stove.
"Me, neither, sweetie," Millie agreed as she heated up the kettle and poured in the chicken broth, "But he's sick and I always took care of you when you were sick."
Her husband began peeling ginger while he waited for the water to boil. "True, but we're not done with him yet if you know what I mean."
"Right because we can't forget about what happened overnight."
Once the water boiled, Moxxie put the ginger he peeled into the pan and turned down the heat to let the contents simmer for five minutes. When finished, he strained the tea into a mug and put a thin lemon slice onto the mug to sweeten the drink a bit. For the finishing touch, he added honey and stirred the ingredients until it was ready for Striker to drink.
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Moxxie and Millie came into the guest room with the ginger root tea and chicken broth soup.
Striker slowly sipped the ginger root tea, which didn't taste good, but it helped with hangovers. He had to admit that whoever made it for him did a great job. Blitzo spoon-fed Striker the chicken broth soup.
After a while, Striker no longer felt sick to his stomach, but his body and head ached a bit and he was tired.
"How're you feelin', Strike?" Millie asked.
"Not so nauseous anymore," Striker replied, "But my head and body still hurt and I'm tired." Then he yawned and fell asleep, since his body needed rest. Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie left the room to let him sleep for a while. Loona stayed a few seconds and looked at Striker with concern since she knew what it felt like to have a hangover or two and followed the imps, but not before closing the door behind her.
While Striker was snoozing, Blitzo fed Bombproof and took care of him.
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Later, in the afternoon, Blitzo announced, "I'm going to check on Striker to see how he's doing." He turned away from the group with a mischievous look on his face and they knew just what he was thinking of doing: He was going to wake the tired cowboy up.
"Millie, do you think we should-" Moxxie suggested as he was about to tag along with Blitzo.
Millie cut her husband off by pushing him back on his chair. "Mox, we'll have to wait, unless he won't leave the poor cowboy alone," Millie told him.
"Listen, fatty," Loona said to Moxxie, "If the worst comes the worst, then we'll get Blitzo."
As everyone suspected, Blitzo snuck upstairs to the guest room, where Striker was sleeping in, tiptoeing and walking inside the room. He closed the door behind him and climbed onto the bed.
Striker moaned a bit as he felt someone on his bed, disrupting his nap. He opened his eyes with a scowl to see who it was. It was Blitzo, who smiled at him in anticipation. "How're you doin', Striker?" Blitzo asked, "Whatcha dreamin' about?"
"I was dreaming about getting my rifle," Striker replied sarcastically, making Blitzo interested, but then the cowboy added, "So I can shoot you if you don't get the hell out of my fucking room!" He hissed like a rattlesnake and his tail rattled.
At the cowboy's threat, Blitzo darted out of the door, slightly slamming it shut in fear and shot down the stairs. When he made it downstairs, he was panting heavily.
"Sir?" Moxxie said.
"You look like you've been running like a bat out of hell, Blitzo," Millie remarked.
Blitzo looked at each of his employees, still in shock of being threatened by Striker.
"You woke him up, didn't you, Blitzo?!" Loona snapped.
"I wanted to check up on him, but yes," Blitzo replied.
"Sir, when will you learn to stay out of people's personal lives, including sick people recovering from hangovers?!" Moxxie scolded Blitzo. Moxxie didn't like Striker as much, given the song the cowboy sang about him in a mocking manner and made fun of him for being different, his meek personality, and being weak. Despite this, Striker was sick and Moxxie wanted him to get better.
Luckily, Striker was asleep after Blitzo's run-in with him, since Striker's body was telling him to sleep and as such, he did. He slept pretty much throughout the day.
"I'm with Moxxie on this one," Millie said to Blitzo, "You should really let people sleep, especially if they're sick. How would you like it if someone bothered you when you were trying to sleep?"
Blitzo sighed. "I suppose I wouldn't like it. Striker is hot when he sleeps."
"No doubt about it," Millie commented.
"Yeah, he sleeps like a baby," Moxxie agreed.
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That night, Striker was awake, drinking water after he brushed his teeth when he heard a knock on the door. "Go away, Blitzo."
"Dude, it's Loona," said Loona as she opened the door and stepped in. "Hi, how are you? I'm sorry Blitzo barged in on you like that."
"Is he always like this?"
Loona scoffed. "Yep."
Striker chuckled. "Your boss is something else."
"So, are you feeling okay?" Loona sat in bed next to him.
"Not too bad."
"Hey, I've had a hangover or two, as well, so I don't blame you."
"So, how did you come up with all this stuff to help with hangovers?"
"I looked them up and it's by experience," Loona replied, shrugging her shoulders and blushing.
"Well, I appreciate the help. Wait, I didn't catch your name."
"Loona."
"Pleasure to meet you, little lady." Striker shook hands with the hellhound.
"Pleased to meet you...uh...again," Loona said awkwardly. She recalled seeing him in the Wrath ring when she, Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie went to visit Millie's family at a farm.
"Again, thank you for your trouble," Striker told her.
"No problem."
Striker didn't want to get close to her since he was older than her and she wasn't his type. He just saw her as a friend. Loona felt the same way and it was fine.
Suddenly, a figure was filming them. "Blitzo, are you fucking serious?" Striker demanded.
"Dammit, Blitzo! Stop filming us for Satan's sake!" Loona exclaimed to Blitzo.
"Blitzo, stop invading their privacy!" Moxxie yelled and attempted to grab the camera from Blitzo's hands.
"Go, Moxxie!" Loona shouted.
Striker couldn't help but laugh when Moxxie and Blitzo fought over the camera and Loona laughed along with him. Then Moxxie kicked Blitzo in the stomach and caught the camera with both hands. Striker, Loona, Millie, and Blitzo, who got kicked, were impressed by the action Moxxie had taken, so Blitzo could stop filming people. "Let that be a lesson to you, sir," Moxxie sneered.
Striker stifled a laugh at Blitzo. "You deserved it, Blitzy!" The cowboy imp slapped his knee and chuckled. As much as he hated to admit it, he was on Moxxie's side for once.
This made Blitzo mad. "Don't you start, Strikey!" he sassed.
"Ignore him, Blitzo!" Loona chided, "Besides, we weren't 'dating'." She used her fingers as quotes.
"Yeah, Blitzo, lighten up," said Striker, "I wasn't planning on getting close to her if that's what you were thinking, anyway." He crossed his arms. "She wanted to know how I was doing and feeling, unlike you who snoops around. Did anyone in your life ask you how you were feeling?"
"Yes," Blitzo said quietly, "My twin sister, Barbie Wire."
This caught Striker's attention. "Your twin sister?"
Blitzo nodded. "She was the closest family member I ever had whenever my father was an asshole." Striker was listening and urged him to continue. "He tried to crush my musical theater dreams when I was younger, so Barbie Wire was the only friend I had. She never made fun of me for my singing and didn't tell me I'll never be a good actor or singer. If you look into my office, you'll see a picture of me and my sis."
"Wow, you must have a bad father," Striker mused.
"Right?"
"You must have a nice sister and you should be lucky to have her," Striker complimented.
"I am," Blitzo assured him.
"You still got us," Millie told Blitzo, who pulled her, Moxxie, Loona, and Striker in a group hug. Even Bombproof joined in the hug.
Out of the blue, Blitzo broke free of their embrace. "Alrighty," he announced, "Let's let Striker get some shut eye, so he can return to normal tomorrow."
Striker yawned and climbed into bed, while the imps and hellhound exited the room so he could rest. Bombproof stayed behind with his master, so that the cowboy wouldn't be alone.
AN: I know what you're all thinking: When will Blitzo ever learn?! XD
