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Stolas week had been terrible and that is saying something considering he lives in Hell. Octavia, his beautiful little owlet has been having night terrors multiple nights in a row and he hasn’t been getting enough sleep. Combine that with demons who take him for a fool with their awful deals and negotiations, acting as if he couldn’t turn them into stone with a single glance. Just because the rule of Hell didn’t allow him to, didn’t mean they could treat him however they liked. All the stress had been building up and he needed an outlet. He had already asked Stella but she turned him down multiple times, excusing herself of being too exhausted for a night of passion…. Or a night of stress relief.
That’s why Stolas finds himself here out in the city, when most have already gone to bed, he is here entering a shady bar. The bar is dimly lit, reeking of alcohol, cigarette smoke and other substances. It was disgusting. Perhaps he hoped for too much coming to such a place, he would need a drink or five before he felt ready to book a hotel with any of these demons. He orders some wine before sitting by himself at a table. Tonight the bar seems to offer live stand up and Stolas has placed himself at the edge but still has a good view over the imp on the stage, the imp is talking but everyone is more busy getting shitfaced or getting their face sucked off. Sipping on the wine, he scans the crowd for any potential bedpartners while listening.
“I was recently on a date and I was quite nervous so before the date I asked a good friend of mine for advice. He said not to talk about myself and keep the conversation about her. On the night of the date, as soon as we sit down she asks what I’m working with. I scream at her: DON’T ASK ME QUESTIONS!” The imp on stage takes a short break but when no one laughs he continues with the story.
“I notice that she is taken aback so I dial it down a bit, you know trying to keep the conversation about her. Do you know what my first question to her is? I ask, what is your social security number? We don’t even have social security numbers in Hell!”
It’s so unexpected. Stolas can’t help but laugh and immediately chokes on the wine he ordered. What comes out is an unattractive mess between snorting and coughing but once he starts it is hard to stop. The imp looks over at him with a questionable look. The coughing subsides and Stolas waves to him that he is okay. The imp goes on with the show like nothing happened. A more observant viewer would have noticed how the voice got new energy and every time a punchline comes, the imp glances over to Stolas to gauge his reaction.
Stolas can’t deny it, the imp is funny, he probably never laughed as much during a night, unless he was spending it with Octavia. He felt at ease and so much better than when he first walked in, even the thoughts about a one night stand had left him. Well he had some thoughts about bedding the imp but that would be scandalous. Having an imp as a lover? He must be truly desperate for it to come to that. Once the imp was done with his gig, Stolas would return home and get some well deserved rest.
Up on the stage Blitzo had some other thoughts. He was going to get into that owl demon’s pants if it was the last thing he did. He kept laughing at Blitzo’s jokes and not the polite “please just go away” laugh but a genuine “I almost choked to death laughing” and shit if that didn’t make Blitzo want to show the demon his gratitude. In a way that included exchanging some body fluids in the back alley.
After Blitzo was done with the gig, he changed backstage into clothes that didn’t smell like someone dipped him in piss and beer. The owl had been quite far back but when Blitzo approached the table all that proved that he had been there at all was a single glass of wine. He didn’t seem to be at the bar either. Blitzo shouldn’t feel down, he didn’t get a good look at the bastard, maybe he was ugly as shit. Even with those long legs looked amazing even with the little look Blitzo got from them. He might have been really annoying to deal with, just an awful personality but how could someone terrible have such a joyful laugh? Not to worry, maybe the owl would return another night.
He never did and although Blitzo was disappointed, he soon moved on and started his own killing business.
5 years later
Laying in bed with Stolas after a night of sex, could be quite nice. Sharing a cigarette and just basking in the afterglow. Stolas was talking about his week and even if Blitzo didn’t know half of the boring politics, it was relaxing. Kind of having his own white noise machine and sometimes he gave his input, it was mostly insults. Blitzo doesn't remember what he said but Stolas who was taking a drag got the smoke stuck in his throat and started coughing at the same time as he laughed at whatever Blitzo just said. Blitzo’s eyes widened in recognition, he had totally forgotten of the guest at the bar. The only one who had laughed when he performed and made him realize not to waste his talent on those who did not appreciate it. To think that this whole time...
“Oh it’s you…” He whispered
“Wha- cough- sorry what did you say Blitzy?” Stolas coughed
“Nothing, I just remembered something I had to do.”
“Ahh… Do you need me to teleport you anywhere specific? The full moon isn’t over yet so expect to be compensated when you return” Stolas puted but still looked around for the Grimoar. Anything for his Blitzy and the faster he was done the faster he could come back.
“Don’t worry about that. My business is right here and I'm going to give you a one man show.” And launched himself at Stolas to truly show how much he appreciated his stupid owl laugh and dumb sense of humour.