I have always been more into One Shots because I am bad at keeping something up.. But I shall try again.

I do not own Mass Effect and ALL DO WE HAIL THE GOD BIOWARE.. (even after the ending in ME 3.)

This is a boyxboy, don't like don't read.

Please give me constructive comments and such. 3

I hurried into the lower levels of the city and sent a prayer that I would not be late again. My boss had told me that I was a good worker but that I seemed unable to get to work in time and from that moment on I had sworn to show her that I was the very picture of punctuality and loyalty. Only the morning after and I was already letting my new life philosophy down. I turned a corner and ran down the dimly lit corridor, my backpack was sliding down my shoulder and as I jumped over a green plant I pulled the backpack in place again. When I saw the door to the club I knew right away that I was late because of my boss, standing frozen with her clock in front of her face.
"Well, Kasey.. Late.. I am not surprised. It has almost become our tradition to meet like this.. Late.." I smiled and tired to look sorry for what I had done. My boss was a woman of unknown age. She had told me once that she had been 40 for many years. Her skin was smooth and her hair perfectly styled, her body toned and kept in shape by a training regime that made me feel like a fat slob and her voice was low and raspy from smoking and drinking strong drinks.
"I cannot help it, Dolores. It just sort of happens. Besides I am not as late today as I usually is." She snorted out a laugh and ushered me into the bar. It was empty except for a few who was having an after work drink.
"Get ready, Mr Late." I shook my head and made my way over to the locker-rooms to change into my uniform. Dolores had owned The Corner Bar since her husband had died when Dolores was only 18 years old. She ran the bar alone while raising her son and slowly she had made The Corner into a very popular bar. She had given me a job when I really needed one and she accepted some of my shortcomings in exchange for me working my ass off when I was there.
"MR LATE, BEING SLOW IN GETTING DRESSED MAKES YOU MORE LATE!" I opened the door I as closed the last button in my black shirt. "Jesus, woman. I am getting there, hold your horses." Dolores raised a sharply painted eyebrow before smacking me over the head with a newspaper. I got behind the bar and served a few drinks and wondered why it had been so important for me to get out here since the after dinner crowd had not even started to arrive. I wiped the bar again even though it was so clean I could see my reflection in it and threw a glance at the clock and wiped again. I saw the house band arrive and waved to the singer Millie and she smiled at me.
"Could I get a beer, please?" I looked up at the costumer that sat down by the bar. "What kind?" He just shrugged and smiled as I gave him a kind that was not the cheapest nor the most expensive. I seldom really looked at the people that ordered drinks from me but I had the uncanny feeling that I knew this man from somewhere and I hoped that I was mistaken. It would be embarrassing if he remembered and got sad or mad because I did not say anything. The bar was starting to fill up and I got really busy serving, smiling and exchanging words but all the time my eyes floated back to the stranger. When it had started filling up he had pulled a hat over the curly black hair and sat with his head down, seemingly studying his beer. He looked up only once and I got a flash of really blue eyes before he looked down again.
"Kasey, can I get another one?" I smiled and gave the girl another drink, praying that she was not the kind of girl that would drink to much and end up making a fool of herself. Girls never really interested me and I always found it a bother having to take care of them and see them try to make me go home with them. Going home with someone that smelled of booze and puke, no thank you.. But Dolores had told me early that I was not to treat anyone badly. I was to be a gentleman and not tell the girls that they were foolish and that I liked men. That was not the way to make them return to the bar. In the corner of my eye I saw the man take the last sip of his beer and I got closer to him.
"Would you like another, Sir?" He looked surprised at me talking to him but soon he shook his head, placed some credits on the bar and walked away. I watched him leave the bar. He was dressed in baggy clothes and limped slightly but I could guess that under those clothes he had a well-trained body. A loud yell for more beer woke me up and I got back to work.

The lights inside the apartment were shut off and I made my way silently across the living-room and closed the door to my room all the while trying not to make a sound. My sister had told me that I should not worry about waking her up, she was after all a freeloader at this place. Truth was that I was not worrying about waking her up since I knew since childhood that waking her up was impossible. I did not want to wake her baby up. The sleep of a baby was important. I went into my bath and shredded my clothes on the floor before looking at myself in the mirror. I was slim, with no muscles and the promised manly chest hair was stubbornly not growing at all. I took out the bobby-pin that held my hair out of my eyes and in a matter of seconds my vision was blocked out by brownish blond hair. I had always been told that I was cute, like a girl. I did not mind, really, but just once I would have liked to feel what it was like to be seen as a real man. Something I figured I was since I was 21 and the sole provider for my family and something like almost a father. But the world did not, and would probably never, view me as a man. I would just have to live with that. The hot water the shower washed away the dirty feeling working at the bar always gave me. It washed away the smell of smoke, booze and the cheap perfume of drunk women. As I closed my eyes I saw the blueness of the strangers eyes and more than ever I felt like I had seen him somewhere but I still could not, for the life of me, remember where. It bugged me and it kept bugging me as I got into bed, as I turned of the lights and in my dreams I saw the intensive blue everywhere I turned.