A/N: WARNING! What you are about to read is made up, mostly. I know very little about drugs or medicine, so I totally just winged it here. Totally.

The pharmacy was loud, crowded, and busy – three things Roxas hated in any store. He took one more look at the prescription in his hand and sighed. What was Flay thinking? This was Vayne's business, not theirs. They had no right, no matter what Flay said…

"Roxas, as my assistant, I'm asking that you take this and get it checked out."

"Flay, this isn't really of our business…"

"Yes, it is. He is my cousin and your friend. Who better to help him than us?"

Blasted Flay, he had a point. Even if Vayne and him weren't the type of friends to hang out and drink beer on the weekend, they were friends, albeit strange ones. However, if he didn't want to talk about it, they didn't have the right to pry. Even Flay would know this. Something rotten rumbled in the pit of the blond man's stomach. He didn't believe in the supernatural of any sorts, but he couldn't shake the retched feeling he had…

"Excuse me, blondie. Yoo-hoo!" A female voice sounded from somewhere close by.

Roxas snapped his head up, he must have moved up in line without knowing. He looked up to address the pharmacist and choked. She was pretty and grinning, her blonde hair looking as if she hadn't brushed it in days and on her head perched a kitty-ear headband. "A-ah…"

"Hey now, c'mon! Don't be shy, it's okay…We all have embarrassing prescriptions that have to be filled out!" She grinned wider at him and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Roxas cleared his throat and tried his best to regain his composure. "I don't have a prescription to be filled, rather – I have a question about a friend's prescription…" He leaned over and looked at her name tag. "…Nikki. And, I was wondering if you could help me."

Nikki the pharmacist turned thoughtful for a few minutes. He felt nervous for some reason, and just as he was about to leave, she spoke.

"Is it a prescription for Xynotrophine?"

"Y-Yes, how did you know?"

Nikki quickly grabbed the prescription and looked hard at it. Worry bloomed across her face and Roxas knew that the gut feeling from earlier was indeed correct. Her eyes shifted from side to side and she leaned in to whisper. "Listen, I shouldn't be doing this but… I've seen what Xynotrophine does to people. It's a highly experimental anti-depressant, and I wouldn't give this to anyone."

He looked at her, puzzled. "Why not? And how do you even know? No offense, but you are just a pharmacist."

"Hey! I'm way more than a pharmacist! I just…wanted to be one, that's all." The look of embarrassment and defiance on her face told Roxas otherwise. "…Okay, I can't hold down a job. Graduate the top of my class, and for what? My peers to tell me I'm too freakin' hyper… Well, anyway, lamenting on my part aside, if I could meet your friend, I could tell you exactly what to put him on, if anything at all."

He blinked, not quite understanding how she could do such a thing. "And how will you accomplish that?"

She grinned at him again. "I have majors in Medicine, Psychology, and Counseling as well as a Master's in Advanced Psychiatric Nursing. I think I know my stuff."

"With all that, you could be anything you wanted!"

"Yea, I know…. Like I said, I can't hold down a job… Well, I'd rather be Nikki the lowly pharmacist than Nicole the… uh, super awesome doctor person."

Roxas cleared his throat. "That's all good and well, but how do you plan to meet him?"

She perked up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "He got a girlfriend?"

"Uh, he's seeing someone casually, I suppose…"

"Simple then, silly! We go on a double date!"

The blond man's face turned several shades red. "A d-double date? As in…"

Nikki sighed playfully. "Yes, as in me and you and him and her, duh. How else was that gonna work out?" She rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a phone and slid it across the counter to him. "Gimme your number and we'll totally set this up." She winked and, he could swear he heard this correctly, purred at him. "I haven't been out with anyone as cute as you in a long time, so much sure it's some place nice but not stuffy."

If his face wasn't red before, it was now. "C-Cute? I-I – "

"Aw, you're shy! That's cute!"

"I AM NOT SHY!" He gritted his teeth at the wildly smiling girl before him. "I…just….Blast it, give me the phone." He quickly put his number in, grabbed the prescription and stormed off. It wasn't until half way into the parking lot his phone rang. Assuming it was Flay, he didn't bother to look at the number when he answered.

"Flay, couldn't you wait til – "

"You forgot to get my number, so I thought I'd help. Oh yea, and my schedule would be nice to have to, don't you think?" Nikki's voice sang on the other end. He facepalmed in the parking lot. He had completely forgotten about that. "No worries, I'll text you my schedule later. Bye… Cutie." Before he could even respond, she hung up.

As Roxas climbed into his car, he couldn't tell if he was hot from embarrassment, anger, or… something else. Exactly what had he gotten himself into? Oh God, and he had to explain all this to Flay. The man was going to have a hay day with this…

Suddenly an idea hit him and he grabbed his phone, quickly pulling up a number and calling. The person on the other end promptly answered.

"Wassup?"

"My name's not Cutie, it's Roxas."

"Alrighty, Roxy, anything else?"

"…No, that's it."

"M'kay, bye Roxy!"

He hung up and sighed, refusing to admit there was a small smile forming. He could deal with Roxy.