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The bar was the usual dive Blitz would take the IMP gang too however tonight he was paying for the drinks as it was IMP’s anniversary. Striker had tagged along because he was in town although he appreciated what Blitz had done in starting his business, hanging out with his employees had never really been up Striker’s alley but by this point Blitz was so glad he’d talked the pale imp into joining them. Striker sat at the bar with the others with the dorkiest smile on his face while promptly flirting with Moxxie who was getting more uncomfortable by the minute meanwhile Blitz was trying desperately not to burst out into hysterical laughter. Apparently, the IMP crew hadn’t seen Striker in this state before because they were all looking at him in confused disbelief, Blitz on the other hand had seen this before granted not often though. Striker normally didn’t drink enough to get piss ass drunk but tonight was one of those nights he had and when he drank too much his personality took a 180, turning the gruff assassin into a flirty whore.
“Okay, cowboy. Let’s get you home before you trigger an orgy,” Blitz teased through small fits of laughter, paying their tab Blitz helped his far too drunk mate of his stool then out to a taxi.
“Hmm…anything you say, sugar. I’ll show Ya a fine time back at Yer place,” Striker stated giving a lop-sided smirk.
Blitz was nearly in tears trying to hold back his laughter at just how cringy Striker was being, but he managed and was able to get them up the stairs without one of them falling. Blitz opened his apartment door one handed as he helped Striker inside using his foot to close the door behind them. Striker was nuzzling into Blitz’s neck by this point planting sloppy kisses there as the other imp attempted to sit his drunk mate on the couch only to be pulled down onto Striker’s lap.
“Where…Ya goin’ sugar?” Striker asked, his southern drawl deepening from his current state.
“Ha-ha, easy there cowboy. You are far too drunk,” Blitz chuckled as he managed to wiggle free
“Come on Darlin’, let’s have some fun,” Striker slightly whined as Blitz went to grab some pajamas for Striker from the bedroom.
“As tempting as that is I doubt we’d have much ‘fun’ before your piss drunk ass passed out,” Blitz laughed again as he came out carrying a pair of cotton pajama pants.
Blitz helped Striker change although it wasn’t easy as the pale imp kept nuzzling him and kissing him while adding showers of compliments and praises. Once finally changed Blitz hauled Striker into the bedroom where moments after placing his mate in the bed, he was out like a light finally leaving Blitz in peace to get ready for bed still laughing to himself.
The next morning…
Striker groaned loudly as his head pounded, hand coming up to cover his eyes as his stomach protested to the alcohol consumed the night before. Sitting up Striker managed to keep the contents of his stomach in place although the movement did nothing for his horrendous headache nor the cheery greeting that came as Blitz entered the bedroom.
“Hey Babe, had a good night?” Blitz chuckled
“Ugh, fuck off,” Striker groused running a hand through his messy white hair.
“That’s not what you said last night, here.” Blitz smirked as he handed a cup of black coffee to Striker followed by a bottle of Aspirin.
“Shit, how much did I drink?” Striker wondered as he accepted the items, popping the lid on the pills.
“Lots and by the look of it that finishing bottle of tequila wasn’t a good idea huh?” Blitz chuckled again
Striker gave another groan as he downed two pills with the black coffee then managed to stand up, brushing past Blitz to head for the bathroom. Blitz continued to grin as he heard the shower start up then headed to the kitchen to grab his own mug of coffee. Another thing that always impressed Blitz was Striker’s rebound period from hang overs basically once he was out of the shower the pale imp was over his hang over (partially thanks to the pain meds he took). Striker placed his almost empty mug on the bedside table as he stood in a towel sifting through the dresser for a pair of pants when two hands came to rest on his hips. Glancing over his shoulder Striker saw Blitz with a huge smirk on his face followed by him sucking a hickey to Striker’s nape eliciting a short moan from the other imp.
“Can I help Ya?” Striker asked as he turned to face Blitz with a smirk of his own.
“I was thinking we could revisit your request from last night.” Blitz explained, pressing close to Striker
“Hmm, aren’t Ya gonna be late for work?” Striker inquired sarcastically
“Oh no, first of all I gave everyone the day off and second, you don’t get off being that big of a cock tease,” Blitz smirked, turning Striker towards the bed then shoving him onto it.
“Ha-ha, well alright then,” Striker chuckled as Blitz was already on top of him
“Now shut the fuck up,” Blitz growled as he leaned over Striker and captured his mouth in a passionate kiss.