Charon begrudgingly opened his eyes as the hazy morning sun streamed into his room. He rolled out of bed slowly, feeling all of the aches and bruises he had acquired on their last expedition. His fingers brushed against the rusty ceiling as he stretched, and he quickly dressed in his armor.
He knew that after this particularly long trip, Elle would want to spend a couple days resting in Megaton, recounting their stories in a more sober mental state than last night and catching up with local gossip. However, the last thing Charon wanted to do was sit in the corner of the saloon, sexually frustrated as ever, with Nova giving him knowing glances every chance she got.
Charon had carried out horrific orders under his previous contract holders, but right now accompanying Elle at her gossip party was sounding almost as bad.
He had to find something to distract her, he thought as he trudged downstairs to the kitchen. Something that would be much more appealing than spending another series of hours perched atop a barstool.
Charon took down a box of Sugar Bombs from the kitchen shelf and gave it an experimental shake. Nearly empty. He gave a grumble of disappointment as he opened the box to grab a handful. Never did he think he would develop a taste for these stale, gritty empty calories, but they had been one of the first gestures of kindness that Elle had showed him after she obtained his contract.
Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 3a/?
He knew that after this particularly long trip, Elle would want to spend a couple days resting in Megaton, recounting their stories in a more sober mental state than last night and catching up with local gossip. However, the last thing Charon wanted to do was sit in the corner of the saloon, sexually frustrated as ever, with Nova giving him knowing glances every chance she got.
Charon had carried out horrific orders under his previous contract holders, but right now accompanying Elle at her gossip party was sounding almost as bad.
He had to find something to distract her, he thought as he trudged downstairs to the kitchen. Something that would be much more appealing than spending another series of hours perched atop a barstool.
Charon took down a box of Sugar Bombs from the kitchen shelf and gave it an experimental shake. Nearly empty. He gave a grumble of disappointment as he opened the box to grab a handful. Never did he think he would develop a taste for these stale, gritty empty calories, but they had been one of the first gestures of kindness that Elle had showed him after she obtained his contract.