Once he was back on the ground, the cowboy imp patted himself down. Just who the hell did this angel think she was picking him up like that?! He's a deadly assassin damn it, not some... cute animal! In his flustered anger, he stormed out of the stall to look over his horse.
"And you didn't alert me of her trespassing at night because...?" the cowboy scolded the stallion as if to expect to hear more than a snort.
"I didn't know there was a horse in here! What's his name?" the angel asked, stars beaming from her eyes with curiosity.
"Bombproof," the cowboy uttered in annoyance as he watch her extend her hand to pet the stallion, only for her to pull it back in terror when Bombproof attempted to bite it off. "Careful, he bites."
"A little late on the warning sir!" she pouted.
Seeing her suffer brought a chuckle to the imp, serves her right for trespassing. Despite Bombproof's little stunt, the angel still wanted to make friends with the hell horse by offering him food.
It took Bombproof a moment to accept the angel's offer, but the Hellhorse's hunger outweighed his wariness of the creature before him and accepted the offer. The angel sighed in relief, it may not be much of in means of building a bond, but it'll do for the angel.
"Persistent little angel aren't we?" the cowboy thought to himself as he watched her every action. At first, he thought the mere mention of farm work would make the angel's smile turn upside down, but she seems interested in doing this type of work. No matter; he's sure the actual dirty part of the job will break the angel down, but if it doesn't... "This is gonna be a long day."
"So what do they call you?" asked the angel as she followed the cowboy imp out of the stables.
"Beg your pardon?"
"Everyone has a name. I want to know what your name is, sir."
"For now you can just call me 'sir'," he answered without so much as giving her a glance, like Hell he was gonna give her his name. Fallen or not, she's a good for nothing angel living in the harshest ring in Hell. Thank Satan he has to see her sorry mug for just today, and hopefully not as much with the chores that have to be done.
Disheartened, the angel simply nodded, "Very well sir, you may call me Solrina."
"Not like I'm going to need to remember that," the cowboy thought to himself, clearly annoyed by the angel's kindness. It has to be an act right? Angels would never be this friendly towards demon folk, let alone lowly imps like himself. She must've hit her head when she fell from Heaven if she's acting this nice. Turning around, the cowboy looked up at the angel who was stopped in her happy tracks when he looked up at her.
"Listen here Angel, if you're going to be working for me today, we've gotta set some ground rules for ya. One: I'm your employer not your friend, so drop the nice act. Two: Don't go pickin' me up so suddenly; I ain't some damn cute animal you can just cuddle. Three: No matter how hard the task, I expect you to finish it. Got it?"
While she didn't understand why being nice was such a bad thing to him, Solrina nodded in agreement to the other rules.
"Right then why don't ya gather some eggs from the coop. Hellkins shouldn't give ya too much trouble." He was lying.
"Yes sir!" the angel nodded as she ran off to the coop, thinking it was going to be a piece of cake getting those eggs from the Hellkins.
Solrina nearly broke the door off it's handles when she barged into the house, gasping as she was fighting for her life in the Hellkin coop. Her hair was out of place with both strands of her hair and feathers of many colors peeking in every direction. If the feathers and the messy hair weren't a sign of her struggle, the scratches on her body and the torn robe/dress of hers could tell anyone otherwise. Despite her disheveled appearance, she had the basket neatly tucked in the antecubital fossa of her arm filled with eggs.
"That was NOT easy," she finally spoke, "But I did it! I got your eggs sir."
"Oh? The Hellkins didn't eat ya' alive? That's a little disappointing," the cowboy chuckled.
"I'm not fragile sir," the angel protested, stepping into the house with a pout on her face at her employer's cruel joke. Not like she has any room to be upset since she just completed her first task on the ranch, and that was enough to make her happy.
"You can leave the eggs on the counter for the time being," he instructed.
Solrina walked further into the house to where she could only assume was the kitchen to the house where she found the imp messing with the stove. Placing the basket on the counter, the angel walked closer to her employer to see what was going on. "Something wrong with the stove sir?"
"Damn thing is running out of steam and I can't find the reason why," he grumbled, "If I don't fix it now we won't be having food for a while."
"If I may sir, can I take a look?"
The imp moved from underneath the stove and looked at the angel with a perplex look, "You sure you wanna do that Angel?"
"Positive," she replied without a lick of hesitance.
The Cowboy shrugged, knowing the angel's persistent nature she would start arguing with him if he told her no. Moving away from the spot, he allowed the angel to look over the stove. Not even a minute into her investigating did a yelp escape from the angel. Solrina creeped out from under the stove, ash and soot painted the angel's face and wings from yellow to black.
The cowboy imp failed to hold back a chuckle, "Whatta know, the angel knows her way around stoves."
Solrina remained silent, but her silence was replaced by soft laughter joining in on the imp's chuckle.
"Restroom's down the hall to your right," the cowboy informed, knowing the angel's probably gonna want to have no feathers falling in to her breakfast.
"Thanks sir," she responded, getting up from the floor and walking off to where restroom was.
"This is gonna be one helluva day."