#lordroose

"Klue-" Foxoe's laughing so hard he's pretty sure they can hear him all the way to Hutta and Klue really couldn't give a shit. "I'm going -undercover-, Mako." She looks like she's swallowed something sour and Klue just beams at her, assless chaps and those stupid knee high boots making him look like a bad porno-vid star. He bowed at her and she caught sight of more than she wanted to, but Foxoe's not dressed much better and they're giggling like school children and she just sighs, rubs her forehead with her palm and waves them off. "Go on then. Have fun! When your ass gets shot off, don't come complaining to me." He doesn't complain to her but winces when he goes to sit for like a week so she feels mostly vindicated and only a little sympathetic when they wander back in two days later, bloody and awkward and still fucking laughing. 

The guy with the silver hair comes in every Tuesday like clockwork. It's not like Klue's been keeping track or anything, what with his tiny calendar on the side of the blender or the way he looks up every time the bell goes. It's Tuesday, it's almost close and there's a part of him that's disappointed, if you can call all of him a part and he's almost going to get ready to close when the bell jangles and there's a shock of familiar silver hair. "Fox! Didn't think you were coming in today, sweetheart." He looks like hell raked over hot coals and Klue's making his favourite even before he opens his mouth, strawberries and passionfruit and a splash of apple juice and by the time he's levering in the ice the shorter man is leaning against the bench, scrubbing a hand over his face as he speaks."Long day. Super long, super awful, super gross day." His lipstick is smeared and his hair's a little mussed and Klue flicks the blender on with an elbow, closing the cabinet before he heads over to talk to him."Need anyone kneecapped?" Foxoe laughs, mouth quirked up at the edges but Klue's not really kidding, even though he's smiling. The guy's been the hi-light of his week for months so it's only fair he offers his particular skill-set. Reaching a scarred hand over, he pats the poor bastard's shoulder and when his drink is done he refuses to take his money. "On the house, sweetheart. You look like you've had a shit of a day, pretty as you are.""It's ten minutes past close, you know." Foxoe's got this look on his face, something close to a smile and a little questioning and when Klue leans forward, he's not disappointed. The kiss is tired and a little dry and he's gorgeous like this, the tired slant of his shoulders and his long fingers curled around the styrofoam. "Wanted to wait for you." He doesn't know his last name, doesn't know his number but the surprised, pleased look on his face more than makes up for that."You're closing now though, right? You can come with me?"Laughing, Klue reached for the keys, dumping the utensils in the sink as he yanked his apron over his head on the way past. "If you're offering." 

There you go, Bioware. You can have that one for free. 

I bet quo sings Ke$ha.  AHA oh foxoe baby your makeup's gonna be running as;fdlkjasdf