“Wait what—” Mouth hung agape, she’s in complete awe. “I—I didn’t think I’d be gettin’ this far—!”

“TAKE ME HOME—!” Forcefully links their arms together so they could dance round and round.

What an absolute blast. As the chorus died down, so did their cheers. “Y’got y’self a great voice there, pretty lady.”

“Woah—” As if there were sparkles of glitz and glam filtering her lenses, the Junker Queen was simply...captivated by the stranger’s presence.

“Hah!” She emits a hearty chortle, before allowing a playful grin to tug at the corner of her lips. “Th’name’s Queen, but y’don’t ‘ave t’bow t’me. An’ no, not anymore.” Winks.

Once a mighty ruler of Junker Town, now reduced to a fraction of who she once was. A fumbling mess. “An’—! An’ th’name’s Queen. Not a real Queen, so...there’s /that./”

“Always.” Now wearing a lopsided grin, she continues. “Y’see, a lil’ birdy told me ‘bout a pretty lil’ sheila passin’ by. So I figured t’pay a lil’ visit, an’ maybe buy ‘er some drinks.”

“Ya done ogling me yet?” Arms folded across her chest, she heaved a sigh of disbelief. “Not a Queen, ya goof!” Then a gentle knock at the top of the other’s head.

“Face me, ya coward!”

Toothy grin then widens with a rivalling grin. “S’that a challenge?” Brows now arching playfully, she gives the tip of Ashe’s nose a tap. “Not if I can make ya /my/ queen first, cowgirl.”

A tough front has got nothing on the Queen of Junker Town. Inching forward, just enough for her to tower over the other, she proceeds to bend forward, lips gracing just the tip of Ashe’s ear for a faint whisper. “It’s on.”

“Finish it, coward.”

//Hello, yes. I’m gay for Ashe.

//True, but that’ll only make for some shocking revelation.

“This hunk o’metal?” Flex. Wink. Finger guns.

“Can’t just let a pretty lil’ sheila past me by now, can I?” Jogging to the speed of the moving load, she flashes a toothy grin. “So, where are ya headed?”

That’s it. That is it. “JUNKRAT!”

Snorts.

//Random HC. Fluffs between Queen and Ashe.

“Happy new year, ya’ shits!”