She smirked when all she got out of him was a hard breath and ragged grumble.
“One hundred and ninety-nine...annnnddd...” his arms shook, but that was it before they locked for the two hundredth time – Gob pausing to watch just as she called it out loud and mighty before Charon dropped in the dirt, another puff of dust surrounding them as he gasped and groaned. She plopped with him, butt on his back and knees around his side. Gingerly she patted his shoulder and smiled.
“Proud of you.”
Charon made a sound similar to an insult, but it was buried in the shortness of his breath and Gob's nervous air. “See Gob? You never ever had to worry about me that whole time, like I said, Charon's stronger than a Behemoth if you goad him properly...isn't that right Charon?”
He didn't say anything, just pushed an arm up under his chin and grumbled, still catching his breath while one glassy eye managed to glare at her. No doubt if he had the breath he'd say something along the lines of..”I got something for you to goad over”...at least that's what she'd wish he'd say, then she could retort with something wicked and...and...
She pursed her lips and realized Gob was still looking them over, even after she'd let her hips roll a tad north and then south. How horridly embarrassing.
Gob looked weary, palming the bar rag at his hip that was either hanging out of his pocket or cleaning the tables, right now it was of course in the pocket, making a great distraction for the ghoul as he observed them both with unease.
“So,” she started with a smile, still sitting on her ghoulish bodyguard despite how he shifted underneath her, obviously keenly aware of what she'd just done yet remaining naturally quiet and calm about the whole thing, “what was all that garbage from?”
“What,” Gob started, turning an eye back to the dump ditch and sighing, “you mean the table you bet Charon to punch a hole in? That garbage?” He looked tired, but light – like a father chastising his kids after they'd ran around him in circles the whole day. Gob could never really be bad at her, maybe Charon, but not her...and yeah, she remembered that now...
The whole punchy bet was probably a bit much...and come to think of it she hadn't really apologized for it. No time like the present. “About that Gob...I guess I didn't say sorry for the mess we caused. But...if you'd been there! Oh crackers – it was brilliant! Charon went all quiet stealth like, and-and everyone was watching-and I said that'd he wouldn't do it-and then....well...”, she paused, beaming for dramatic effect as Gob continue to look unamused, “...he did it. If only you were-”
“I was there, smoothskin. I served you both the drinks.”, he replied none pulsed. Charon, all the while, remained completely quiet underneath her with that arm under his chin and breath now steady as ever. She had a feeling he was enjoying this immensely. Well, he did say she blabber mouthed too much, maybe that and forgetful nights of drinking were things she needed to work on.
“Uh...”, she started, rubbing at some tickling sweat on her brow, “...I'll make it up to Gob.”
Gob waved his bar rag, smiling very, very small, “Don't worry about it. You'll pay for it in beer anyways, smoothskin. Always have.” He waved her off, eye darting down to Charon for a second before looking weary again. He left when another awkward wave through the still open gates.
A full minute went by while she stared at the gate closing noisily, feeling Charon shift small under her with a side-mouthed grimace.
“You know,” she sighed, “I don't remember that night...like eighty percent of it is burned by Nova's secret-super burbon...”
As well as he could, Charon shrugged and rolled over, tossing her on the ground again as casually as he ever did. She landed with another heavy cloud of dust and soft pat – gasping and growling as he got to his feet. Like always he hefted her up like she was a teddy bear fallen on it's side, looking down at her from a good foot above her; smirking. Smug...strong...and fit with a horrible sense of humor.
Charon/F!LW "One-one hundred, Two-one hundred..." 3/4
“One hundred and ninety-nine...annnnddd...” his arms shook, but that was it before they locked for the two hundredth time – Gob pausing to watch just as she called it out loud and mighty before Charon dropped in the dirt, another puff of dust surrounding them as he gasped and groaned. She plopped with him, butt on his back and knees around his side. Gingerly she patted his shoulder and smiled.
“Proud of you.”
Charon made a sound similar to an insult, but it was buried in the shortness of his breath and Gob's nervous air. “See Gob? You never ever had to worry about me that whole time, like I said, Charon's stronger than a Behemoth if you goad him properly...isn't that right Charon?”
He didn't say anything, just pushed an arm up under his chin and grumbled, still catching his breath while one glassy eye managed to glare at her. No doubt if he had the breath he'd say something along the lines of..”I got something for you to goad over”...at least that's what she'd wish he'd say, then she could retort with something wicked and...and...
She pursed her lips and realized Gob was still looking them over, even after she'd let her hips roll a tad north and then south. How horridly embarrassing.
Gob looked weary, palming the bar rag at his hip that was either hanging out of his pocket or cleaning the tables, right now it was of course in the pocket, making a great distraction for the ghoul as he observed them both with unease.
“So,” she started with a smile, still sitting on her ghoulish bodyguard despite how he shifted underneath her, obviously keenly aware of what she'd just done yet remaining naturally quiet and calm about the whole thing, “what was all that garbage from?”
“What,” Gob started, turning an eye back to the dump ditch and sighing, “you mean the table you bet Charon to punch a hole in? That garbage?” He looked tired, but light – like a father chastising his kids after they'd ran around him in circles the whole day. Gob could never really be bad at her, maybe Charon, but not her...and yeah, she remembered that now...
The whole punchy bet was probably a bit much...and come to think of it she hadn't really apologized for it. No time like the present. “About that Gob...I guess I didn't say sorry for the mess we caused. But...if you'd been there! Oh crackers – it was brilliant! Charon went all quiet stealth like, and-and everyone was watching-and I said that'd he wouldn't do it-and then....well...”, she paused, beaming for dramatic effect as Gob continue to look unamused, “...he did it. If only you were-”
“I was there, smoothskin. I served you both the drinks.”, he replied none pulsed. Charon, all the while, remained completely quiet underneath her with that arm under his chin and breath now steady as ever. She had a feeling he was enjoying this immensely. Well, he did say she blabber mouthed too much, maybe that and forgetful nights of drinking were things she needed to work on.
“Uh...”, she started, rubbing at some tickling sweat on her brow, “...I'll make it up to Gob.”
Gob waved his bar rag, smiling very, very small, “Don't worry about it. You'll pay for it in beer anyways, smoothskin. Always have.” He waved her off, eye darting down to Charon for a second before looking weary again. He left when another awkward wave through the still open gates.
A full minute went by while she stared at the gate closing noisily, feeling Charon shift small under her with a side-mouthed grimace.
“You know,” she sighed, “I don't remember that night...like eighty percent of it is burned by Nova's secret-super burbon...”
As well as he could, Charon shrugged and rolled over, tossing her on the ground again as casually as he ever did. She landed with another heavy cloud of dust and soft pat – gasping and growling as he got to his feet. Like always he hefted her up like she was a teddy bear fallen on it's side, looking down at her from a good foot above her; smirking. Smug...strong...and fit with a horrible sense of humor.