Blitzo and Striker go to a bar.

"Come on, Strikes! It'll be fun!"

"No."

"You need your dose of alcohol and cum-sucking to stay in your right mind! When was the last time you had a good night of misbehaving?"

"I don't know and I don't care."

"It'll actually be good for the both of you!"

Striker frowned. "How is leavin' my six-year-old son alone with a stranger 'good for the both of us'?"

"Moxxie and I could look after Jakey!" Moxxie choked on the sip of coffee in his mouth at his wife's sudden delaration.

"What?" he gasped.

"See? M&M will handle Jakey for the night while you take a little break from single parenting for a few hours. What you do is no healthy!"

Striker averted his gaze to look at Jake. The impling had—somehow—talked Loona into playing with him.

"I'm not sure I can leave my boy alone for that long, even if it's with Mildred and Moxxie."

"Actually, Striker, an habitual change of environment to avoid parental burnout helps you come back to the job of parenting refreshed and energized, which helps to make it easier." Moxxie added without thinking. The thespian mentally slapped himself.

Striker eventually—though still reluctantly—relented on the condition that Millie and Moxxie kept him updated on Jake throughout the night.

He made a list with his son's favorite meals, what he liked to do, what he wasn't allowed to do, and a reminder of the impling's nut allergy.

Blitzo took them to a bar known as Kaiju all the way in Pentagram City. To Striker's distaste, most of the clientele consisted of Sinners. He saw some Hellborns too, but most of this city was occupied by the previously-human demons.

Despite his previous reluctance, Striker would be lying if he said he wasn't having a good time—and some good shots of tequila. He'd still check his phone for messages from Moxxie and Millie every now and then, though.

At least until Blitzo suddenly snatched it out of his hand and dropped it inside a nearby beer pint.

"What the fuck, Blitz?!" the cowboy snapped as he retrieved the soaked electronic.

"The whole point of having a night out is to get your mind off Jakey for a few hours, Striker!"

"Ye didn't have to ruin my phone!" Striker growled when his phone didn't turn on. "I had pictures of Jake in here, goddammit!"

"Chill out, I'll give you one of my extra phones or I can sweet-talk Stolas into buying you a new one." Blitzo wrapped an arm around the cowboy's shoulder. "The night is young, Strikes! Let's have a good time!"

The incident with the phone put aside, Striker and Blitzo went back to having a surprisingly good time. The former made sure not to drink too much since Blitzo would probably get too many shots and be unable to drive back home.

And he was right.

"Come ooon, Strikes! You've —hick—caught the eye of about half the —hick—girls in this club and you haven't taken—hick—any of them to the nearest motel!"

"Really? I didn't notice." Striker lied.

"Seriously, cowboy! Do they need to—hick—start dancing in their birthday suits on top of the table?"

"I told ya, Blitz. No whores for me." Blitzo blew a raspberry.

"Killjoy. Could have been a good chance to —hick—find a new mommy for Jakey—"

SLAM!

Striker's tail rattled, bringing the glass down with such force that it nearly shattered. This startled Blitzo into slipping off his chair.

"Do not ever joke with that topic, Blitzo." Striker's voice was serious, and there was a dark look in his eyes as he glared at his boss. Perhaps that's why Blitzo didn't call him out for pronouncing the 'O'.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to rub salt in your wounds or disrespect Jakey's mama, wherever she is now," he said, holding up his hands defensively. "But have you thought if it's good for Jakey to grow up without a mama at all? You're doing a good job so far, but there's certain... things you only experience with the egg factory you come out of."

Striker's frown softened somewhat. As much as he hated to admit it, Blitzo had a good point there.

"It ain't that easy, ye know. I can't just pick a girl and bring her home to play 'mama' for my boy. There ain't many people in Hell who'd take in another's child as their own." Sigh. "And Jake and I... We're a team. I can't make such an important decision without talkin' to him about it first."

Blitzo was sniffling. "Maaan, I wish my old man were a good daddy like you are!" He took another gulp from someone else's whisky glass. "Do you at least get a healthy sex dose?"

Striker spat the mouthful of tequila, face a deep shade of red.