"Sorry what?" Hux choked on his lemonade mid sip, spilling some down the shirt he'd spent ten minutes ironing earlier that evening. Dabbing at the stain with a napkin he frowns, annoyed. With a sigh he resigns himself to launder everything at the end of the night.

Wardrobe crisis averted he returns his attention to the tall blonde he has spent the last half hour or so shouting at. The shouting has more to do with the terrible din of drunken musicians partying than anything else.

"I asked if you and Kylo had fixed things yet." Phasma asks repeating her question with an eye roll as she stares down at him, a pair of thick silver heels adding to her already unnatural height.

Hux stares up at her confused. "What are you on about? We're fine. Wait- did he break something and hide it again?" He says annoyed by her prying. Personal questions were almost as bad as parties in Hux's opinion. So being interrogated at a party by a drunken gossip queen reluctantly calls a work friend is pretty much his idea of hell.

Phasma gives him an irritated look and flips her short hair back. "He did tell you he about his visa problems right? And how they might kick him out of the UK? That idiot did tell you, didn't he?" She asks taking a swig of vodka straight from the bottle, her red lipstick marking the glass.

Hux shakes his head. "No he didn't." He replied dumbfounded. This is the first he's heard about this and Kylo tells him everything. Hux is Kylo's best friend not Phasma. He shouldn't be the last to know he thinks curling his hands into fists. "How did you know?" He asks his curiosity winning.

"I have my sources. Guys are jerks like that aren't they? They'll send you dick pics and hound you for quickies but refuse to talk about their problems." She says with a sigh and a shrug.

"I wouldn't know. Kylo and I are merely friends." Hux corrects pulling out his phone to send Kylo an urgent text. Phasma must have misunderstood. Kylo loved London. He'd never leave.

Phasma laughs and pats his shoulder. "You're a terrible liar Gingersnap. I know you two live together. Everyone in the Orchestra does."

"So? Lots of people have flatmates."

"You've only one bedroom!"

"London is expensive." He replies as Phasma rolls her eyes at him. Hux shrugs, by now he's used to people questioning his and Kylo's relationship. It never does any good to explain, so he doesn't bother.

"So what are you and your boyfriend are going to do?"

"Don't call him that. And I fail to see how this is my problem." He adds his stomach twisting horribly as he leans against a kitchen counter for support.

"Oh. Well. You know." She says twirling her hands about. "You fix all of Kylo's problems. You're like his overprotective mama bird. He was a real fish out of water when he first came to London, but now he's almost charming in a strange sort of way."

"I just did what any normal person would do." Hux replies resisting the urge to scratch his palms or hit her.

"A normal person would have ignored Music Director Snoke's request and let Kylo adapt or die to London by himself." She says with the mild sort of envious resentment everyone has towards those who play the same instrument better then themselves.

"He had Euros! And nowhere to stay! Besides that was ages ago."

"And yet he's still living with you. Deny your relationship all you like but all you've done this evening is talk about Kylo. The first thing you asked me was if I'd seen him about."

"Because I'd lost him." Hux protests. Kylo had been dragged away by his pal Knightly almost as soon as they had arrived at the party. "If I knew where he was I wouldn't be skulking in the corner with you. No offense."

Phasma swots his arm again, seemingly unaware of the pain she inflicts as she does. "pfffh." She says her cheeks reddened by the alcohol. "I think it's sweet. He talks about you constantly too. It's distracting. A violinist and double bass together. Maybe one day you'll make some little violas." She snorts at her awful joke, causing several dancers to glance in their direction.

Hux ignores her drunken rambling. It wasn't anyone's business what he and Kylo did or didn't do. He tries calling Kylo but it ends up going straight to voice mail. Knowing his flatmate his phone is either lost, dead or broken. Sighing Hux scans the crowded room, hoping Kylo is still somewhere in the small flat.

"Relax Hux." Phasma says handing him the vodka. "He probably just didn't want you to worry. You'll work things out with immigration in no time. "

Hux takes a sip before remembering he doesn't drink. "I'm not worried. I'm still assessing the truth of the situation." He tells her biting his lip as the alcohol burns his throat. Kylo can't go back to America. His job is here. His friends are here. Hux is here.

Phasma leans forward and pets his head. Hux flushes belatedly aware he's said that his thoughts aloud. Phasma practically beams at him as she messes up his neatly styled hair.

"You'll feel better if you get some dick. Kylo will feel better too."

"I don't want his dick."

"Of course not. You're a good boy who goes to church." Phasma says taking her bottle back. "Hey that's an idea. Make it official. Then Kylo has to stay."

Hux stares at her momentarily speechless. "That's not quite how immigration works. You know." He stutters finding his voice.

"Please! It's high time you put a proper ring on his finger. You've known each other what three years now?" She adds finishing the vodka.

"Four. Kylo arrived in May. And he has a ring already. A Purity ring."

"Oh, I always wondered what that tacky ring he wears was for. You two are quite a pair. It's a wonder you have any closet space at all." Phasma laughs loudly at herself.

Hux reminds himself he doesn't hit women, especially ones like Phasma who would surely hit back harder.

"Hux?" Interrupts a voice, one Hux has been dying to hear most of the evening. Kylo. "Hux. Mitaka's cat had kittens." Kylo slurs drunkenly his faced flushed. He smiles boyishly as he holds out a small ginger cat toy for Hux to inspect.

Hux finds himself smiling back despite Kylo's drunkenness. "Where on earth did you get that? And what have you been drinking?" He asks turning to the sink to get Kylo some water. It's not like Kylo to drink.

"Can we keep it please?" Kylo mumbles wraping one arm around his shoulder.

Hux frowns. "Just for tonight. Then we'll return it. Come on. Time to go."