Klaus was a good fuck, especially when he begged for it. Francois had made the mistake of saying something to convince Klaus that they were exclusive. When he said not to do this with others, he meant it in good will. He meant not to just fuck random dudes, not that Klaus should stay with him.

Francois had tried to shove all of the memories of Klaus into the dark. Remembering Klaus brought up the reality that his time in the war was the best time of his life. It was his highlight, and he was slowly spiraling downhill. If he had taken an Italian Duchesses up on her offer for marriage, he could be living on his own property at this moment. But instead, he was still stuck, unable to move on from his late boyfriend. He was afraid to commit again in case someone targeted them as well.

After the death of Ari, Francois grew a fear of the rude, unpredictable Klaus. This fear was for his own life as well as the lives of anyone Francois would ever hold close to him.

Despite knowing he hated Klaus, he still longed to have Klaus by his side, or rather in his bed. Maybe his appeal was the way Klaus was lonely with a side of desperation. Maybe he was attracted to the way Klaus slaughtered people on the battlefield.

Francois quickly downed his drink, trying to push Klaus back out of his mind. There was nothing good that would come from thinking about that man child.

“I know you have worked to forget him and what happened in the war, but he will make a valuable addition to the team, and you can't deny that.” Schmidt spoke up as he watched Francois trying to drown himself in alcohol.

Francois ordered himself another fruity drink before curtly stating, “Klaus went to the British colonies. How is he going to be any good to us?”

“He’s back in Europe. Normally, I would be against reuniting the two of you, but rumor has it that he’s got a new boyfriend and has calmed down since the wars. It might be good for you. Maybe you can find a way to move on.”

Francois smirked to himself. Klaus had a boyfriend. This gave Francois a chance at revenge; all he had to do was decapitate said boyfriend.

With a smile, Francois conceded to the job, “Fine I’ll do it. Maybe you’re right. I need this.”

“That’s my boy. Enjoy your night and meet me behind this bar aftermorrow.” Schmidt casually strolled out of the bar, unaware of the plan Francois had cooked up in his drunk head.

Francois was suddenly in a very good mood. He felt like nothing could stop him. With the liquid courage coursing through his body and his new found goal, he ordered yet another fruity drink, but this would not be for him.

With drink in hand, he walked up to a decent looking woman. He preferred men, but he hadn’t been very successful on that end so now he would try for a woman.

“Hello there, beautiful. Your hands look empty; allow me to fix that.” He handed her a drink. “Why don’t you tell me your name, sweetheart?”

“You obviously think you’re smooth. I’m Henryetta, and if my hands look so empty, why don’t you help me fill them.”

“I’d gladly fill your hands with whatever you ask for.” Francois tried turning up the heat.

“So tell me. What’s the name I’ll be screaming tonight?”

Francois gave her a sly smile, “Come with me, and I’ll tell you what you can call me tonight.”

Henryetta giggled at him and took his hand and led him out the bar. Francois would have to make sure to pay his tab sometime tomorrow, but now was not the moment for that. He was excited and his pants could barely contain his excitement.

Once outside the bar, the woman led him down an alley. Francois didn't think much about this. He just wanted to get his jollies off.

In the alley, the woman tripped him and pinned him to the ground. Francois' initial thought was “kinky.” But he was wrong. He found himself with a gun to his head.

“Now tell me, what did Schmidt tell you tonight?”

“Nothing important and nothing I’m going to tell you. However, if you ride me, and I like the show, I’ll consider telling you what he told me.”

“I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in right now.” She pressed the gun into his skull.

“I think you’re the one who doesn’t understand their situation.” 

Without another word, the sound of gunfire filled the alley. Henrietta's body slumped over Francois’ body, forcing him to move her off his own.

“You could have told me that you were being followed.” Francois complained.

“I didn’t want to alarm you.” Schmidt helped him off the ground.

“You could have at least waited until I got my dick wet before you killed her.”

“She’s still there. Have at her.” Schmidt gestured to her corpse.”

“Yeah, I’m not going to stoop that low, and here I was excited that I was going to get laid. Do you wanna take one for the team?” Francois already knew the answer. Schmidt was undeniably straight, at least that’s what he told everyone.

“Just buy yourself a sex toy or some shit like that.” Schmidt growled. “Now get up and try again. This time don’t pick up someone I have to shoot.”

“I think I’m done for the night. I’m going to go pay my tab now.” Francois mumbled as he left the ally.