The soldier walked into an establishment, it's rustic charm luring him inside once again. If memory serves, this was his 20th time inside.

His hands were firmly shoved into his pockets, a relaxed look on his face as he walked up the dirty concrete stairs, ignoring the people on side screaming about how he was a vault hunter- how would they know anyways?- Whatever.

Axton jarred open the doors, talking a look inside.

The same commoners and the same music, along with the same gambling machines and same chairs. Nothing changed, just how he liked it.

He took a seat, this time going for the one closest to the tip jar, already stuffed with money. He sat down, the seat making a hissing sound as its cheap material deflated, and called out to his favorite bartender, and her assets weren't the cause of him taking a liking to her.

"Hey Mox." he said with a boyish smirk.

She turned around, fully facing the man and sending him another one of her famous sultry grin, "How's my favorite soldier?" She immediately strode over, making sure to shake her hips as she did so, completely ignoring the fact that she was previously talking to another customer. She stopped at the dirty counter, quickly deciding to close the small space between then, leaning on the counter to try to give him a good view.

"Tired and thirsty. I was hoping you could help me with that." He slightly chuckled, nearly dying wasn't something he has not been accustomed to. But for some reason, this time was a lot worst, leaving him fatigued even though it's been 4 days since it had happened.

"Oh, I could help you in many ways. First, let's help you with that tired situation. I think I know exactly how to wake you up..." Her voice lowered an octave, sending small chills down Axton's spine. She leaned farther over the counter, trying to steal a kiss before a single finger from Axton stopped her.

"Yeah, no. I'm just here for the drink, Mox. Appreciate the gesture though." He, once again, gave her that smirk. It was quickly becoming her favorite part about him. That and also the fact that he was the only man that rejected her. Little did he know, this made her want him even more.

She pouted, enjoying the mental torture, "Cmon' Axton." She never calls her patrons with their names, "Just one kiss and we'll see how it goes from there."

"No, Mox." He tried to mimic his frightening captain when it came to the commanding voice, sending shivers down the woman's spine as she bit her lip. "Just the drink."

She grimaced in joy with a lustful smile on her face, "What's the point of the affectionate nicknames if there's no affection at all?" She gave out a low, soft, warm chuckle, using her hands to holster her face as it had a smile that screamed desire.

Axton sighed, giving in to the vixen.

"How about this:" He leaned next to her ear, lowering his voice, "You turn your pretty butt around and get me a drink and I'll do a mission for you later: free of charge. And before you say it, the mission can't be a make-out session."

Moxxy absolutely loved this man, "That last part is not in my favor, but ok, sure. One drink coming up, sugar."

"Thank you." He simply stated, giving her a smile that made her wish she could make a few adjustments to the deal they just made.

"Axton!" A frazzled girl came rushing in, getting the attention of others as she scannedthe room before finding the man she was looking for.

"Heyy!" He smiled, giving her a wave to sit next to him.

"Axton, what are you doing here?!" She quickly sat down next to the man, facing him as she rested her hand on the insides of his wrist, checking his pulse and kept a close eye on any other physical signs of danger.

"Well, I was going to drink, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be a while before I get my drink." He looked over to the fumbling bartender, she was looking through all her cabinets with a anxious face (she was realizing that she didn't ask what he wanted).

"So, what's up?" He turned to face the girl, not even bothering to ask why she was checking his pulse, he had a pretty good guess why.

"'What's up' is that your liver was shot to bits and your ribs and internal organs were scrambled not to long ago!" She tried to contain her panic, wondering what would happened if he drank with a fresh liver.

"Gaige, calm down, I'm fine; and that actually brings something else up." Axton looked her dead in the eye.

"Thank you." Gaige gave him a confused look, "Thank you for saving my life. If you hadn't gotten Maya, I would've been food to whatever lurks under this damn planet." He gave a dry chuckle, giving her a half-smile as he tried to look as genuine as he was trying to be, " If there is anything, and I mean anything, I could do for you: tell me. I'll make time for you."

Her heart skipped a beat as she started to fiddle with her fingers, "D-Don't mention it, Ax."

"No. I have to, and I will. You saved my life, and that's something I'll never forget. For reals, Gaige, I will do anything for you. Pinkie promise." He laughed as he turned around to face the small crowd of customers, resting the lower half of his back on the counter, turning his head over to Gaige as he extended his right pinkie finger towards her.

"Haha. What am I, 2?" She joked as she linked her right pinkie finger with his, giving him a big smile.

A drink slammed onto the counter, making the nearby customers stare at the usually calm bartender, "I don't see why you'd do anything for a 12-year old when you won't do anything with me..." She muttered angrily as she gave Gaige an angry look.

"Oh, shoot. Out of character." She whispered under her breath, "Here you go, sugar!" She returned to her sweet voice, "The best Rakkale in return for anything I want."

Gaige was startled as she looked over to the woman, eyes nearly popping out as she saw how big her bo-

"Thanks, Mox. Just remember, no make-out quests. My ECHO device annoys me as much as it is." He grabbed the drink as if there was no sudden outburst and, ignoring how bad it tasted, chugged down the drink, enjoying how his liver was already making everything feel dull thanks to the drink.

"Hold up- make-out quests?" Gaige questioned, raising an eyebrow at the lady.

"Axton," She said, trying to sound as innocent as possible, "why would this clown want to make-out with you." Obviously making a jab at the woman, who obviously didn't care.

"Not only limited to making-out, you know. We could go much further, sugar." She licked her cherry red lips hungrily, staring at the unfazed soldier, meanwhile, the young girl was very fazed. "What do you say?"

The soldier put down his drink, putting up a hand to his chin as though he were in deep thought.

The mechromancer leaned over to the soldier, "Axton, you're not actually going to do it. Right?"

The soldier put his hands down, looking as serious as possible, "I've made a choice." He looked dead into Moxxy's eyes, making her slightly squirm under his gaze.

"I will take this beer to go, thank you." He pointed at the beer with a smug smile, before scooting the chair back, emitting a loud screech as it did so, quickly walking towards the door. Gaige quickly followed, looking proud at his partner as she laughed with him.

Meanwhile Moxxy stood, star-struck, before she regained her composure, looking over to the door the soldier just went out of with hungry eyes and a finger on her red, cherry lips.

"You will be mine."

Extra:

"Did you hear? The Commados' found Moxxy's weakness?" The common man said, a large grin on his face exposing his dirty, alcohol covered teeth.

"No way. I heard that she had no weakness!" The second man inquired, a face of unbelief striking him as he almost choked on his hard drink.

"Yes way! And you'll never guess what it is. It's rejection!" The man seemed full of glee at this recent find.

"Rejection? Kinky isn't she?"

"Very."

Both men went back to drinking, no one said a word until-

"Sucks we aren't important, though."

"Very."