The two of them looked at each other. Well, Zac looked at Valentine, growling then huffing a few times before he finally let out a long sigh.

Valentine stood at five-ten, skinny in his frame, but his body was lean. Matching that of what a swimmer might look like. He had some muscle, more than most omega's ever thought of having but nowhere near the strength of an alpha. Tanned skin, kissed by the sun from his previous place of employment. Light brown eyes, caramel in color with a dark rim around the iris. Described as honey to most. Shaggy brown hair that gave off a bit of a bad boy look from the nineties. The bangs shagged out and covered his face if he choice for it too. Valentine had a bone structure that was more feminine than most males, a standard trait for an omega. 

"What the fuck does he expect me to do. I'm a fucking fighter. Not some babysitter." Zac tossed the towel he had in his hand to the floor, adding to the mess that was already in his room.  

Around the time his attitude took a turn for the worse, so did his room. Zac had more perks than most. He still lived in the same four walls of concrete. But he had a queen size bed over a cot. The standard kitchenette with the bonus of a mini-fridge. Simple seating area for eating. A couch and TV. Private bathroom with a small storage area for his things. 

Things of which were tossed everywhere on the floor. He had yet to collect his dirty clothing preventing his laundry from being done. Plates and cups were sitting on all of the flat surfaces in need of washing. 

"Stop it." He commented, flopping back on the couch in his room. "Shaw's gone. So, you can stop," Zac commented on the sour scent.

"I'm sorry." The first words to leave Valentine's mouth, a southern accent showing. "I . . . I . . . can't help it."  

He stuttered out the words to have a greater effect. He held his arms close to himself as he stood there, not moving. Zac stared at him from across the room. 

"So, what are you supposed to be anyway?" He asked grumpily. 

"Not sure of the job title. Just a fill-in. Help the bar. Be a runner. Clean up the fighters." 

"So why the fuck doesn't he have you training with one of them tonight?"

Valentine shrugged his shoulders. Well, he knew why but he wasn't going to say it. 

"Are others too busy to train?" He questioned lightly. "Not a good night to have me stumbling around?" 

Zac huffed. If it was too busy of a night to train him, couldn't he have just put him in his room and called it a night? Why did he have to be bothered with the omega? 

"Well. . . " Commented Zac as he stretched his arms out over his head, his muscles flexing. "Since you're under my command for the time being . . . " 

Valentine could feel his jaw clench tight at such words under his command. He had to hold himself firm to keep from having an eye roll directed at Zac. 

"How about you clean this mess up while I shower." Zac nodded his head. 

That sounded like a great idea to him. Zac motioned to his room then to Valentine to get to work. As he approached Valentine on his way to the bathroom, he stopped and paused. Letting the true size of himself sink into the little omega. Zac was a beast compared to him. Hell, he was a beast compared to most alpha's as well. 

It was a behavior he didn't notice he was doing till well after the moment had passed. He had his scare tactics for the ones around him. Tactics that have caused him to wind up alone more times than once. 

By the time Zac had emerged from the shower, Valentine had picked up most of the trash from the floor. He had folded what he assumed to be nothing more than dirty clothes, stacking them in a neat pile. He had made the bed and had all the dirty dishware in the sink. 

"You're a fast one." Commented Zac, toweling off his hair. 

Neither of them fazed by the fact that he was standing there naked. Valentine has seen more than his share of skin from all sexes. Turning back to the sink, but not until he blushed his cheeks.  The light pink hue was noticed by Zac, as he finally wrapped the towel around his waist. 

Shaw wanted sweet, innocent, coy, and timid from him, so that was what he was going to give him.