Later that afternoon, Solrina woke up to the sound of the backdoors opening. She started raising her wings in defense, thinking it was Valentino and his friends, but quickly lowered them when the only person who came in was Warren. The imp bartender would come in to check the inventory from time to time, but today he came in with a grocery bag. Normally he would come empty handed, but the thought of something new intrigued the angel. He put it down near the counter before he looked over the items at his section of the bar. Was he going to experiment with the bar's supplies? Did he even have permission to do that here? Knowing Valentino, he would hate it if anything of his was wasted on something he deemed 'useless'. It wasn't until he was done counting the inventory did he grabbed the bag again, watching him approach her cage with the bag.
"Here," he huffed, placing the bag within reach of the angel.
Solrina looked at him in confusion before bringing the bag closer to her. Looking inside, she found a container of strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries along with two water bottles. She looked up at him in confusion.
"They're not drugged if that's what you're thinking," he huffed, grabbing a chair from one of the tables and scooting it towards the stage in front of her cage to take a seat, "Think of it as my way of thanking you for fixing my hands."
At first, the angel wasn't sure about the gift the bartender was giving her, but seeing the lack of ill intent in his eyes left her assured he means no harm. Opening the container, Solrina grabbed berries one by one into her mouth, savoring the flavor of each berry.
Warren thought she would have devoured the berries in one full swoop seeing how the angel hadn't had proper food in over a week, but here she was; eating them with poise and dignity despite her situation. Then again, she hadn't really shown much resentment towards him despite being a demon, let alone an imp. "Is she in denial or something?" he wondered. His thoughts were soon disturbed when the angel carefully passed the container out of her cage with a few remaining berries and the second water bottle.
"Do you want some?" she asked, "Food tastes better when you share it with others."
Warren looked skeptical at the angel; on one hand this could just be the angel being herself, whoever she may be, but on the other hand she could just be baiting him into getting close and using him as an opportunity to escape.
"It's not a trap if that's what you're thinking," she commented, planting her hands on the floor of her cage to show she had no ill intentions toward the imp's decision.
Warren huffed, a look of amusement painted on his face as he got up from his seat. Stopping in front of the stage, he picked up a strawberry from the container and grabbed the water bottle while looking up at the angel, who did nothing but smile at him. Whoever this angel was, she was certainly a weird one.
Warren thought nothing much of his interaction with the angel, after all it was merely a transactional discussion. She healed his hands, he gives her something in return as payment, nothing more. Albeit, she wasn't the first person he's grabbed food for because of Valentino's negligence, so perhaps the fruit shouldn't count in this transaction. Which meant the imp was still indebted to the damn angel.
"Hey bartender!" a patron shouted, breaking the imp's thoughts, "Hit me with a hard one!"
No matter, he had a job to do tonight and that was preparing drinks for Valentino's customers while they drool over the dancers and the side attraction of the club. After a week, he's gotten used to seeing the angel being on display, but seeing her get electrocuted was hitting a little differently tonight.
It would seem as though Valentino was purposely shocking her at a higher frequency than he normally would, causing her wings to be paralyzed in place without giving so much as five minutes of rest. The electromagnetic pulses coursing through the angel had not only caused her wings to become temporarily paralyzed, but they had also caused the angel to regurgitate the berries she ate earlier all over the stage. Much to the patrons and Valentino's dismay.
When it looked like she was done, she slumped to the floor of the cage, barely missing her regurgitated fruit and seemed to have passed out. Her wings still splayed out in the air.
With a disgruntled groan, Valentino snapped his fingers and two larger demons dragged the angel's cage off the stage while a janitor came quick to clean the vomit left by the angel.
Thankfully, the patrons returned to their drinks happily when the dancers returned to the stage, but Warren... he was disgusted. While he was no stranger to seeing his boss treat his best workers, or in this case' worker', like garbage and it's true that he shouldn't care since she's an angel, but something about all of this... even a demon knows it's not right.
"Who gave you the right to throw up your shit on my stage?!" Valentino scolded at Solrina, not like she was going to answer him since she was feeling weaker than before and knows he's the one responsible for her sudden stomach pump. Whether he liked it or not, Valentino will have the darkest blue eyes glaring at him in silent anger.
"Val, I told you to keep the remote to a regular frequency," Vox complained as he fiddled with the remote for the angel's device, turning it back to the frequency it SHOULD be on, "We both know the angel is much more valuable alive. And what exactly have you been feeding her if her bile looked this purple?!"
"Oh don't give me that, you know she's strictly on lettuce!"
"A measly piece of lettuce, that came from McMammons. No wonder she got sick; it wasn't fresh! I hate to say it Val, but you need to get her better lettuce."
"Since when was she declared high maintenance?!"
"The moment she made you all those big bucks you dipshit!"
While the two Overlords were arguing, said angel slumped down to the floor once more, fading in and out of consciousness while rubbing her stomach to ease the pain. She passed out soon after hearing the TV demon say something about some project. Whatever it was, the angel could feel it was bad.
