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The night had barely begun, stars were scattered through the sky, city streets were lit up by luminescent lights. A lone bar stood between two large office styled buildings. Filled with the usual late night customers you’d see anywhere else. Drunks, dancers, and underpaid servers. Eyes move themselves towards the door as a small bell rings, Roadhog and Junkrat step into the bar. Surprisingly, the two didn’t have any plans for robbery or destruction. In fact, the only plans they had for tonight was getting drunk and maybe talking to a few girls.. At least, that's what they expected.
Junkrat, who was dressed in a stained / ripped tank top that hung off his skinny figure, baggy jeans with various patches placed randomly on each pant leg, a worn shoe on his natural leg, and mis-matched chains on his waist and neck, directed his eyes up to Roadhog as they both walk inside. His expression was excited, though it didn’t mean much. He gets excited about everything.
‘ Y’know mate, I think I could find a girlfriend here! You could too! ‘
Junkrat’s robotic arm lightly jabbed Roadhog’s side as they walked towards two bar stools. His tone was somewhat joking, but Roadhog knew how Junkrat was. Roadhog, who wore a biker styled leather jacket, studded black bracelets, a black leather belt, cut deep grey jeans, and black steel toed boots with a facemask covering himself, directed his eyes towards Junkrat. As his body guard, he knew he had to stop Junkrat from doing anything stupid.
‘ … ‘
He said nothing, but in his mind, he didn’t stop scanning the surrounding area. Looking at the people nearby their seats. Did anyone look dangerous, or like they’d pickpocket him or Junkrat. That was the only thing he cared about at the moment.
The two sat down on barstools next to each other, a bartender approached from a room labeled ‘ EMPLOYEES ONLY ‘.
‘ What can I get you two? ‘
‘ STRONGEST WHISKEY YA GOT! Extra ice, and err.. Big guy wants– ‘
‘ A water. ‘
Junkrat’s order for Roadhog was shut down quickly, The bartender nodded and stepped away to make their drinks. Junkrat looked at Roadhog, confused. Usually he’d be fine with drinking something strong?
‘ Mate? You feelin’ funny? What happened to you being “the best drinker n’ Junkertown”?? ‘
‘ We ain’t in Junkertown. ‘
Roadhog said with a sigh, placing his arms on the table. His eyes remained looking over everyone nearby.
‘ I can’t let my guard down.. Not even for a few drinks. ‘
‘ Suit yourself.. ‘
After a short wait, their drinks were brought to them, Junkrat grabbed the handle of his glass and chugged, giggling like an idiot as he felt whiskey and ice slide onto his shirt, staining it even more. Roadhog sipped his water quietly.
‘ Ooo that’s good.. ANOTHER! ‘
Junkrat slammed down a few dollars on the counter, which covered about 5 more drinks. He chugged each one quicker than someone of his size would be expected to. After finishing his 5th, he stands up, wobbling on his peg leg, and making his way towards someone who caught his eye.. Roadhog kept his eyes scanning around for people.. So much so, that when he looked back to Junkrat’s seat.. He was gone. Oh oh no. he stood up faster than he thought he could, storming all around the bar, looking for any sight of him. At this point, EVERYONE started looking like Jamison..
Eventually he sits down on a plush velvet couch, placing his head in his hands. Where was Jamison?? He had ONE job and he somehow fucked it up.. He was probably dead in a back alley after a drug deal gone wrong.. Or being shoved into a shady van 4 miles away, or.. What was that sound?
‘.. ? ‘
The sound of Junkrat’s familiar giggling filled his ears. He looked up towards where he heard it from. And on the stage a few feet away, Junkrat. Dressed in a red sparkly dress, knee high tights with some type of lace around the knee, red bottom high heels. His hair was tied up into a short messy bun-like ponytail, with a lace veil hanging off the side of his head. A long pearl necklace was dangling from his neck to his waist. And his hands had white gloves over them.
Junkrat was clearly drunk out of his mind, giggling and dancing with two other dancers that wore different colored, matching attire. Roadhog had no idea how Junkrat had managed to even get back there with permission, let alone get invited on stage apparently. He couldn’t take his eyes off Junkrat.
If he had a tail, it’d be wagging behind him like a weiner dog… for Junkrat in drag. Roadhog felt his face warm.. Surely it had just gotten super hot all of a sudden? He wasn’t blushing.. Not for Junkrat. He was a straight man, just a bodyguard for Junkrat. Nothing more. The very second that performance ended, He stood up, grabbing junkrat and holstering him into a bridal carry. He walked out of the bar.
‘ We’re leaving. ‘
Junkrat leaned his head against Roadhog’s chest, giggling like an idiot still. Roadhog sets him down into the sidecar of his motorcycle, covering him up with a blanket that he had tucked into said sidecar. He went around to the opposite side of the bike, getting the first leg over the bike before sitting on it completely.
‘ Mate.. was.. I prettyy up there??.. hic ‘
Roadhog had to do a double take, was Junkrat pretty? Well usually he’d answer with a simple no to shut him up. But he couldn’t lie to himself. Junkrat in that dress was pretty. He couldn’t deny it to himself even if he wanted to.
‘ Yeah.. the prettiest. ‘
This wasn't like Roadhog, not like him at all. He didn't feel attraction to Junkrat, he wasn't sure why he felt like this towards him. He should've just said that Junkrat wasn't pretty.
But he didn't.
Roadhog started up the bike, backing up and pulling out of the bar parking lot to head back to their motel.