A/N: Fluff? *le gasp* Random word drabble; heel. Oh, the hilarity.
"Why do I listen to you? Nothing can ever be 'just a party' when you're around!"
"Oi! How is it my fault that the slaves picked today to rebel?"
"'S not. But you're the one that told me to wear bloody heels!" Despite the breakneck pace and the aliens hot on their heels, one of the offending shoes sails right for his head.
"Oi!"
"Just be glad I haven't thrown the other one yet!" She brandishes the other like a weapon, and he cringes.
"Don't you even care about the shoes? Important thing, footwear…" The remaining one cuts him off.