“Come on, break it up!” Francine Garret cut in, and Mr. Fox pushed him away. He looked adorably flushed and flustered, while Arcade just smiled giddily. “We’ve got rooms for that.”
Arcade’s face lit up. “That’s a great idea!” He flowed gelatinously off the stool, and nearly collapsed, if it weren’t for a strapping young totally not NCR guy. “Put it on th’ Courier’s tab!” he chuckled, breaking away and stumbling towards the steps. Mr. Fox took the key and the directions from Francine, following shortly after, steadying the doctor clinging to the railing.
He leaned into Arcade’s ear and whispered, “Tell me where the Courier is, or I will force it from you, and no one will hear you scream.”
Arcade used his leverage with arm slung around Mr. Fox’s neck to pull his ear to his mouth, and nipped it sharply. “Save it for th’ bedroom.”
In Vino Veritas [1b/2]
Arcade’s face lit up. “That’s a great idea!” He flowed gelatinously off the stool, and nearly collapsed, if it weren’t for a strapping young totally not NCR guy. “Put it on th’ Courier’s tab!” he chuckled, breaking away and stumbling towards the steps. Mr. Fox took the key and the directions from Francine, following shortly after, steadying the doctor clinging to the railing.
He leaned into Arcade’s ear and whispered, “Tell me where the Courier is, or I will force it from you, and no one will hear you scream.”
Arcade used his leverage with arm slung around Mr. Fox’s neck to pull his ear to his mouth, and nipped it sharply. “Save it for th’ bedroom.”