#blitz-no

Truth be told, Striker didn't totally hate Blitz. He'd taken something of a shining to the other imp when they'd first met, which was, unfortunately, squandered by their conflicting motives-- but he'd still felt it, just a little bit.

Being in the competition together had been fun... even if Striker wasn't actually aware of these emotions.

For the most part, he just knew that he'd had quite a few beers tonight, and that Blitz had wound up to the right of him somehow. The next thing he knew, Striker was yammering on about something that had been eating at him-- trying to get the other imp to see the error of his ways, apparently.

"... I'm just sayin', that guy ain't what you think he is. He's usin' you. Y'can do better 'n' some prissy, namby-pamby little Goetia."

Jackie found himself idly drinking at a bar on the other side of the Pride ring as he had been pleasantly surprised by Charlie calling it in at only half a day. This left him with lots of free time and anywhere this side of Hell to go! He had spent a good couple of hours wandering here and there before deciding to take a break in the bar he currently was seated at.

“Oh, Blitzy,” he sighs, raising his steepled hands as if he’s been praying for this day, “what a marvelous idea.” The prince chuckles, approaching his lover, running his fingers along the imp’s shoulders as he speaks, “The two of us, sharing a drink in the candle light.” You could hear the smile in his voice. It was always exciting whenever Blitzø showed an interest in them doing more than just fornicating. Stolas was ready to take their relationship further, but he wouldn’t press his lover into taking things further until he was ready. “Just think of how utterly romantic that is,” he said in a low, husky voice. The feathers above his beak turned a shade of pink in delight as he turned and walked out the door. “Now don’t wander off anywhere, Blitzy, I’ll be right back.”