Authors Notes:

So, this is my first Star Fox fanfic, ever. I really hope you guys like it, I appreciate constructive criticism. This chapter was mostly I trial, I have lots of plans to change things up and include more sensory words, lots more action, and beyond.

Note, this is a WolFox story, and yes it's going to have scenes. Gore, violence, sex, romance, regret, everything. I'm planning on making this story go well. Don't worry, chapters with intense scenes will have a warning up here in the author's notes.

This is Post-Aparoid.

Enjoy!

You know, after a war, life seems a lot duller than most people would imagine. You'd think that the majority of, well anyone, would be very happy to come home after such a long ordeal, but no, it just meant more work for me. Giving a speech was also hard, because after coming back from a war you've won, you're considered a hero, and everyone wants to hear your opinion, even if you don't want to give it.

"Everyone, please, I understand your worries about how infrastructure and, society, are going to work after the destruction of many buildings, which in turn I understand made you lose your jobs, I also understand you're all shaken, but I want you to know that life will continue as normal as it possibly can. No more questions, thank you."

With that, Fox stepped off the stage, and the crowd began to murmur and whisper among themselves, questions, concerns, comments, at least they couldn't reach him.

"You did good, don't worry." Peppy was standing right there, waiting for him, only to take him to another event, which only made Fox groan a little.

"Thanks, that's the third speech I've done good on, and lost a little bit of my soul to as well, do you think people really care about my shitty opinion Peppy?"

"Fox I get it, it's boring, but you're only experiencing this now, just imagine what I've been through in terms of paperwork and public presence by now, don't complain." Peppy gave him a little pat on the back, pushing him along. "Let's go."

With that, Fox let out another very audible groan, begrudgingly shuffling along as he mumbled complaints to himself about all this. Another speech another day, right, that's how it's gonna be, and how it has been for already a week. Speech, paperwork, event, another speech, and more paperwork sleep, and wake up the next morning wishing you were sick just to get out of doing it. Even then, you'd probably be forced to do it if you couldn't give a good excuse, or good presentation over holocon, oh well, off they go..

As night approached, Fox had finally gotten away from his daily hustle and bustle and was finally at his home sweet, apartment. Yea, his apartment wasn't the most luxurious thing, but it was something, dirty, and messy, but something. You don't have much time to clean up after a day like this anyways. He grabbed himself a bottle of beer from the fridge, before plopping himself on the couch, setting up his holocam, and calling up Falco, sure Star Fox was disbanded, but he wasn't gonna lose his contact with his best friend, even if he was an arrogant ass sometimes.

"Fox, Foxxxxxx, Fox what the hell, stop staring at the ceiling."

Fox hadn't even noticed, he had been spaced out. "Oh, sorry man, umm, just called up to say, Falco I'm not gonna lie, I'm bored as hell, and honestly feel like my brain is melting out the side of my ears at this point, do you wanna go grab a drink?"

"Man, I thought you'd never ask, my blood's been boiling for some kind of action recently, sitting in an apartment with nothing but beer and daytime TV is possibly the craziest thing I've done, and that's saying somethin', I've done some shit."

That made a chuckle rise out of Fox, he took a chug of his beer, setting it down. "Meet me outside my apartment, don't be late, like you always are."

"Like hell Fox, that's totally you."

They shared a small laugh, turning off their comms. Fox went to get at least decently dressed, black t-shirt..green shorts, sneakers, and of course his scarf, that was one thing he would never leave out of his outfits. Donning a white jacket over all that, and he was out, waiting for Falco at the front of his apartment complex.

Are you kidding me, it's been fifty minutes, where the fuck is this bird? "I swear I am going to murder Falco if he blew me off.."

"...Tadaaa!"

Falco appeared right behind Fox, giving him a real good scare, one that made him jump.

"Asshole!"

With that, Falco also received a swift slug to the arm, followed by grumbling. "Did you really have to?"

Falco was rubbing his arm, laughing. "Totally worth it, I never get to see you scared. Also sorry about being late, boss made me come in to sign a package because the lazy douche didn't want to do it himself."

"Whatever, do that again though and I swear I'm gonna end up accidentally knocking you out, which you would totally deserve."

"Don't be so bitchy McCloud, come on, show me the way to the bar."

Fox let out a sigh, giving him a much lighter, and friendlier punch to the shoulder this time. "Fine. Follow me."

The walk was short, and they didn't say much to each other, though Fox occasionally brought up some small talk just to make it less awkward. Entering the bar was one of the best things Fox had done in a week, the booze-ridden air that attacked his nose, some burly men trying to arm wrestle, bartenders mixing up drinks. This wasn't a run-down bar, so they wouldn't have to deal with drugs, among other things.

"Ahh..it's so nice to get a change of scenery, not a fucking bore like a politician world."
"Fox you complain too much, you've been offered jobs for good pay, and here I am, livin' in a shit-hole because I can't find any piloting jobs man, and there's no way in hell I'm gonna stoop so slow as to being a test pilot."

Falco took a barstool under him, facing the bartender. "Just gimme a beer, I'll take a bottle, don't care what type, but preferably more alcoholic."

Fox sat right next to him. "Ditto." He slumped a bit over the counter. "I don't know man, it just seems like life, ain't the same. No, I didn't expect it to be the same, but it's too different. I'm itchin' for some action, the more I do the same thing every, fucking, day, my blood just boils more and more. I want to do something, anything."

They hadn't even noticed, but their drinks were put in front of them, well he hadn't noticed, Falco was already taking a chug.

"I feel ya, I miss our mercenary days, sure it was risky, but it was the shit man, the adrenaline was the best part of it all."

Fox took another chug, clinking their bottles. "Cheers to that man, cheers to that.."

For the next few minutes, the only sounds were those of the bar, glasses clinking, casual conversations, laughter. It was all drowned out by Fox's thoughts. Why did he have to get some much attention? For once, he wanted to be, normal, but he also didn't want to be normal. He wanted to be back out there in the stars, fighting his battles, moments in which he thought he was gonna die were the best moments of his life. Maybe it was asking for too much, but who knows...

"Fox...Fox you're spacing out again, come on. You better not be doing this on purpose to try and ignore me asshole."

Falco let out a groan, tapping his bottle against Fox's head, well, more-so hitting, but not hard.

"Ow! What the fuck man!"

Okay, maybe it was a little harder than he intended, but at least he wasn't doing it on purpose.

"Sorry, but you were spacing out again, and I thought you were doing it on purpose to ignore me.

Glad to know you aren't being an asshole."

Fox was rubbing his head, wincing. "Did you have to hit me THAT hard, shithead?"

"Didn't mean to, thought you were tough though, you can take it."

Falco took one last chug of his beer, setting it down on the counter with a loud content sigh. "Better than any shitty beer I've been drinking at my apartment.."

At this point, Fox had finally managed to, figure out Falco hadn't given him a concussion, but it did hurt like hell when he hit him. "Falco, you just keep givin' me more and more reasons to both beat the shit outta you, and buy you another drink, you're lucky you're my best friend, or I would've already done the first one."

Falco chuckled a bit. "I'll take you up on the second offer then."

"..Two more please." He gestured to the bartender, finishing off the rest of his bottle with a chug. "You know man, as much as I'm enjoying today, we really outta plan more, cause I don't wanna go another week with my ears ringing from all the crowds, and hours of paperwork, I need a break."

"You and me both, though I don't need much of a break, I more-so needa actually do, stuff." Falco took his second bottle, handed to them by the bartender, and giving it a chug, which nearly brought it down to half. "Personally, I'd quit my shitty job for just one more mission, even if I couldn't find work afterward."

Fox held up his bottle, chuckling a bit. "Ditto, very much, ditto." He clinked Falco again, taking a sip, he was gonna take this bottle slowly, though the same couldn't be said for the bird.

"Maybe life'll get better, ey, just maybe, for the both of us."

"One more toast to that buddy, and throw in a soon for that."

They clinked their bottles again, both of them taking a chug, sort of silently challenging each other to a drinking game, starting with this bottle. It was gonna be a long night, wasn't it?