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"There shouldn't be a seven in the morning without the benefit of coffee. I’m saying there shouldn't even be a seven in the morning.”
Arcade held the door to the Lucky 38 open and bowed grandly as Veronica blearily swept past him, rubbing at her eyes and gently kvetching about the earliness of the hour, her desire to be back in bed and the general gentle cruelty of early mornings in general. A sardonic after you, madam echoed into the the deserted New Vegas Strip as Arcade let the door slam shut and trotted down to join her on the footpath ( ... )
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Maybe you'll be a little more understanding next time, Courier had said. You know she doesn't mean anything by it. Six belts of hooch and she kinda forgets about what you fancy. Can't help it if tall, blond and handsome turns the eye of anyone after a few drinks, right?It perhaps would've been less awkward overall if Boone hadn't turned a brilliant shade of crimson and left the room fast enough to draw attention to himself. Arcade hadn’t known whether to smirk or feel like an unstoppable pillar of manliness. In the end he’d just blandly said that Boone was ( ... )
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She caught his arm and dragged him to a halt. "I'm serious. What would you do?"
"I would suggest that you pick a more congenial spot to unburden yourself. There's a man urinating on that car and it's not adding to the confessional experience." He pushed up his glasses a little, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. "So I'm going to take a flying leap of logic and guess this isn't some hypothetical you're teasing me with."
When she hesitantly nodded, Arcade did exactly what he felt the situation warranted: he gave a Gaelic shrug, said well, can't pick your family and made to keep walking through Freeside ( ... )
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Fucking LOL. I love the way you write Arcade. Never stop. :D
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He didn't bother hiding his smirk. "Oh, ha ha. From stammered confessions to bawdiness in less than a minute. For the record I know you're not into rifles the same way I'm not into…"
"Power fists?"
"This analogy gets worse and worse. Yes. I am not into fists, powered or not. Please tell me that's not your euphemism of choice."
Veronica waved her hands in a gesture that seemed to mean are you kidding and ewwwww all at the same time. "Ha! Listen buddy, I think my favourite term for that particular garden of delight would make your ears melt off ( ... )
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Veronica hefted a flour sack of hooch over her shoulder and pushed the door to Westside open with her foot, blinking against the sudden bright flood of daylight. “Always with the complaining, you.”
“I’m not complaining. I’m lodging a health and safety complaint with the Followers. I am not cheap labour. I am expensive labour. I am a man, not a pack Brahmin.” Arcade juggled his own bag of liquor into a more or less comfortable position and followed her out into the street, nodding cordially at the Super Mutant who - and it was hard to tell with a Super Mutant - he assumed had just smiled cheerfully at him.
“Complaints, complaints, complaints. Let’s go before I turn into a Sweaty Betty out here.” Veronica shot an arch look over her shoulder, eyes bright despite the shadows cast by her hood. “If you say ‘too late’ I’ll punch you into next week, just so you know.”
“A gentleman wouldn’t dream of it, Sweaty Betty.”
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“I only wear the uniform because it’s so flattering.” Arcade nudged the bag of spirits more securely between his feet. “Seriously though, yes. Ten years now.”
Veronica shifted from foot to foot. Her own bag of bottles had been neatly dropped by the brick wall Arcade leaned against, his vocal complaints having earned him a short respite in the shade of a run down building.
“Thinking of a career change?”
“Something like that. A trader told me a while back you guys have a pretty swanky university back in California.” She spread her hands and mimed typing. “I’m not too bad at tech. Things repaired, items improved. I don’t know if that’s a thing though.”
Arcade rolled his neck, grinning when she winced at the loud crack his cervical vertebrae made. “It’s definitely a thing. You’d fit in well with the Followers. Well, you’ll fit in better than I can. You can hold a civil conversation without the benefit of coffee for one thing. I just get rude. Ruder.”
“Hey. Hey.” She narrowed her eyes ( ... )
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“Just a quick question,” he said, looking serious for the first time all morning. “Have you discussed your Brotherhood… issue with anyone else?”
‘Don’t feel flattered or anything, but just you.” Veronica stared him down, shrugging as much as the heavy sack across her shoulder would allow. “It’s been eating at me for a bit but, y’know, it’s not something I can really shout out from the rooftops.” She sighed a little and smiled wanly. “This probably doesn’t mean anything to you. Feel free to forget about it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He paused, wondering if there was a way to say I know exactly what you’re going through without explicitly saying as such. “Just promise me you’ll be careful who you decide to discuss this with. You might want to keep it well out of Boone’s attention. I much prefer you without a decorative pattern of bullet holes ( ... )
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BRB LOLLIN FOREVER
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I've been hoping someone would tackle something with these two *_* and hooray again, this was a really fun read.
I really dig the way you write Veronica :3 The only issue I see is that you don't do it enough. tsk!
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