Nothing Personal

Wake Up Call.

Striker couldn't help the smirk pulling at his lips seeing the carnage that was this families dinner time normally it was a mess generally. With the addition of the I.M.P crew this was turning into an event on who could rib Moxxie the most, it was entertaining to say the least. It reminded him of him when he was younger with his brother's how they would fight and tussle as the table much to his mother's growls of protests. He wasn't allowed to join in their behaviour and any attempts would be shut down by his father, in his words it wasn't Striker's place which would only fuel his disobedience more. Striker closes his eyes for a moment smiling warmly which didn't go unnoticed by the I.M.P boss who had been watching the farm hand.
Blitz wasn't going to pretend he wasn't watching him, her? Striker for all to see was a male, sounded male and was definitely presented himself as male. However his scent wasn't male which threw Blitz the first time he smelt it, not that he cared it didn't matter to Blitz. Blitz had a burning urge to get in those tight white pants of the farm hand for some reason. Maybe it was how he had complimented him, maybe it was the mystery, hell maybe it was the confidence or he just fancied a fuck with someone that wasn't Stolas. Either way Blitz was determined that he would as least test the waters with farm hand see if he was game.
Striker was leant back in his chair on the two of the legs the balls of his boots the only part of his body touching the floor he was chuckling lightly as Sally May was mocking Moxxie on his desire to join the pain games.

"Maybe you should listen to your sister in-law"

Striker advises making Sally may grin nodding her in agreement and Moxxie raises an eyebrow.

"And what makes you think you would fair any better than I?"

Moxxie says a little irritated by being jabbed all dinner and Striker was about to say way but feels a tail wrap around his thigh he didn't need to look he knew who it was. He could have cursed out Blitz the feeling nearly sent him out the chair.

"I work as an assassin after all, I think I have a good chance"

Moxxie says placing a hand on his chest looking Striker in the eye with a smug look, the tail found it's way under Striker's shirt, the table hid Blitz's tail and it's movements. Blitz grins seeing Striker was surprised but it only looked like to others he was taken back by Moxxie's words.

"No need to get feisty little one, I'm sure we will see at the games"

Striker says feeling the tail wrap around his waist and the spear of the tail tease his boxer elastic, he looks to Joe.

"I gotta feed Bombproof you have any other jobs for the night?"

Striker asks Joe who shakes his head as a no, Blitz tail releases him as quick as it arrived and returns to it's owner who was flicking something from his claw. Striker stands grabbing his hat and smoothes back his hair before placing on his head.

"If you still wanted to feed Bombproof now is the time boss man"

Striker says before turning and heading out the living room not planning on waiting knowing Blitz was going to follow. A small grin cover Striker's lip hearing Blitz get up in a rush blurting out some compliment about him and his horse. Striker opens the door and steps holding it open for Blitz who steps out prompting him forward. Striker walks ahead and could feel Blitz eyes burning into his back he places his hands in his pockets.

"As much I am flattered by the attention your throwing my way boss man, I would ask you don't play those games near my employers or at least where they can see"

Striker says simply, it would be a slight pain if he got fired before the festival after all. As they walk around the side of the stable he wasn't surprised when he was turned around to face Blitz and pushed up against the wall. Striker lets a soft huff of breath come out making a small noise as his back hits the wall Blitz was leant against him looking over him with a smirk. Striker grins grabbing Blitz hips pulling them closer Blitz nips at Striker bottom lip, Striker had a bad feeling that Blitz was a go all night kind of guy.