StrikerxFallen Angel!Reader: A Cursed Blessing

Striker

You ignored the eyes of nearly every male Imp in the bar as you descended the stage, but what's bothering you was that certain Imp with reptilian-like eyes.

You were unsure if that was him from your nightmare, the one who pulled the trigger and shot you. Also, you don't understand why someone appeared in that nightmare along with that rifle.

But for now, you tried not to worry too much as you rejoined your bartending Imp friend Vick.

"See?" Vick smiled at you, "Told you you were great when you were on stage."

"Just give me the god damn cocktail already." you replied with a frown on your lips.

"Here you go, your Hellberry Sunset." Vick gave you a red orange cocktail.

Suddenly, just when you were to take a sip, you heard someone greeting you with a drunk tone, "Hey, hot stuff... "

You turned to find a familiar imp from last night approaching you in his drunk form.

You gave a frown upon seeing him with a toothless grin. "Ugh... Not you again...."

"You were amazing back there," he said. "Say, how about you and me get out of here? I can make you sing sweeter than you did up on that stage."

You realized that what he wanted. And you knew that you're not gonna accept his invitation to have sex with him.

You turned away from him as you tried to have a sip from your cocktail while you attempted to give him a cold shoulder.

But you couldn't as you heard him still talking to you.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that."

You frowned as you decided to give him a big fat punch in the face. But just when you were about to, you turned around to find that familiar tall imp standing in front of you.

"Sorry, but I'm 'fraid that won't be necessary." he said, with a Southern accent.

The mook gave a glare at the tall imp.

"Back off, asshole. I saw her first." he slurred as he tried to walk past the tall imp.

But the imp with the cowboy hat wrapped his tail to grab the mook by the neck and tossed him hard against the wall.

The drunk imp groaned in pain until he passed out.

Vick became impressed after she witnessed the cowboy imp with the small mustache protecting you from that drunk mook. But you, on the other hand, were unamused. If it weren't for him, you could have give that harassing drunken imp a knuckle sandwish.

Then you noticed your "savior" approach you. You decided not to make contact with him despite that he helped you from being harassed by a drunk imp.

You finally sipped your Hellberry Sunset.

"I'll have what's she havin'."

You were taken aback as you took a glance at him. Vick nodded as she made another Hellberry Sunset.

"How much?" he asked.

Vick smiled at him and said, "No need to pay. It's on the house since you helped my amiga on dealing with that drunk dick back there."

You continued to take another tip from your drink.

"Here ya go, Mr. Number One." Vick gave the cowboy imp the Hellberry Sunset in a shot glass.

"Wait, Mr. Number One?" you raised your brow in question.

Vick realized you didn't know and replied, "Oh I forgot to tell you about that..."