Up until that point, none of the companions had gotten a good look at him, but when he stepped forward into plain view, all three jaws dropped. Even Rex tilted his head in alarm.
There was a beat of silence. Arcade coughed awkwardly.
"So. Uhm. Huh. I guess that's....hmm. That is what you were...what you were yelling about... Veronica?"
Cass blinked. "God damn it. I am way too drunk to deal with this- or, hell, maybe not drunk enough."
Standing before them was the stoic sniper, Craig Boone, former 1st Recon Red Beret and resident terror of Mojave's legionaries... standing in a black and red, satin ball gown.
The dress was long, floor length, but a slit in the leg was cut dangerously high, exposing a single stocky leg. The hips of the dress clung tightly to Boone's somewhat boxy frame, frilly straps stretched ridiculously over his broad shoulders. To top it all off, a bright red fabric flower sat pathetically on his hip, petals limp and pressed against his bare thigh. The dress was practically wilting in shame, much like the man occupying it.
Veronica's pointed a single, accusatory finger at Boone. "That dress," she fumed."It's....it's BEAUTIFUL ! How COULD you?"
Cass, Arcade, the Courier, and even Boone, all slowly turned to stare at Veronica's scandalized expression, question marks floating above their collective heads.
".... what." Boone deadpanned.
The courier tugged at the collar of his vault suit nervously. "Now, Veronica," he tried. "Don't go gettin' all worked up over it, I can explain-"
"EXPLAIN?" She cried, voice yet again hitting notes that caused Rex to shudder. "Yeah, you'd better start explaining! Explain to me why you find a gorgeous, perfectly preserved, pre-war dress so perfect it was probably willed into existence by my fantasies alone, and your first thought isn't 'oh gee! This reminds me! Veronica's been so good, so helpful to me, and all she's ever really asked for was something nice to wear, a little pretty something-something to have for herself. Maybe she would like this fairy-tale dress!' "
Veronica dropped her finger, fixing the courier with a stare so dark even Cass averted her eyes. The merchant quietly slipped out of the room, mumbling something about it being "too early for this shit".
Paying no mind, Veronica continued. "No. Nope, your first thought was to give this dress to Boone. Boone! Craig I-turn-my-underwear-inside-out-it-and-its-clean-again Boone!"
"Hey!" Boone hissed. "You promised not to tell anyone about that!"
Veronica waved him off. "Whatever. I hope you enjoy it. I hope you enjoy your perfect dress Boone, maybe the courier will take you somewhere nice in it. Hey! Maybe he'll take you down to the stables to give you that pony I always wanted, too! Then the two of you can ride Buttercup into the sunset, laughing together as his golden hooves clip-clop all over my hopes and dreams."
"Now Veronica, you're bein' a bit dramatic!" The courier tried again, reaching out to try and lay a hand on her shoulder. "Listen. I HAD to give it to Boone. When we woke up in that hellhole of a casino they took everything from us! Everything. Guess they couldn't figure out my vault suit, 'cause I still had it on, but poor Boone had nothin' at all! It was the first thing I could find, and he needed something to cover himself." He held out his hands, palms turned up in exasperation. "What would you have me do?"
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Drop Dead, Gorgeous [2/3]
Date: 2012-01-20 07:04 pm (UTC)There was a beat of silence. Arcade coughed awkwardly.
"So. Uhm. Huh. I guess that's....hmm. That is what you were...what you were yelling about... Veronica?"
Cass blinked. "God damn it. I am way too drunk to deal with this- or, hell, maybe not drunk enough."
Standing before them was the stoic sniper, Craig Boone, former 1st Recon Red Beret and resident terror of Mojave's legionaries... standing in a black and red, satin ball gown.
The dress was long, floor length, but a slit in the leg was cut dangerously high, exposing a single stocky leg. The hips of the dress clung tightly to Boone's somewhat boxy frame, frilly straps stretched ridiculously over his broad shoulders. To top it all off, a bright red fabric flower sat pathetically on his hip, petals limp and pressed against his bare thigh. The dress was practically wilting in shame, much like the man occupying it.
Veronica's pointed a single, accusatory finger at Boone. "That dress," she fumed."It's....it's BEAUTIFUL ! How COULD you?"
Cass, Arcade, the Courier, and even Boone, all slowly turned to stare at Veronica's scandalized expression, question marks floating above their collective heads.
".... what." Boone deadpanned.
The courier tugged at the collar of his vault suit nervously. "Now, Veronica," he tried. "Don't go gettin' all worked up over it, I can explain-"
"EXPLAIN?" She cried, voice yet again hitting notes that caused Rex to shudder. "Yeah, you'd better start explaining! Explain to me why you find a gorgeous, perfectly preserved, pre-war dress so perfect it was probably willed into existence by my fantasies alone, and your first thought isn't 'oh gee! This reminds me! Veronica's been so good, so helpful to me, and all she's ever really asked for was something nice to wear, a little pretty something-something to have for herself. Maybe she would like this fairy-tale dress!' "
Veronica dropped her finger, fixing the courier with a stare so dark even Cass averted her eyes. The merchant quietly slipped out of the room, mumbling something about it being "too early for this shit".
Paying no mind, Veronica continued. "No. Nope, your first thought was to give this dress to Boone. Boone! Craig I-turn-my-underwear-inside-out-it-and-its-clean-again Boone!"
"Hey!" Boone hissed. "You promised not to tell anyone about that!"
Veronica waved him off. "Whatever. I hope you enjoy it. I hope you enjoy your perfect dress Boone, maybe the courier will take you somewhere nice in it. Hey! Maybe he'll take you down to the stables to give you that pony I always wanted, too! Then the two of you can ride Buttercup into the sunset, laughing together as his golden hooves clip-clop all over my hopes and dreams."
"Now Veronica, you're bein' a bit dramatic!" The courier tried again, reaching out to try and lay a hand on her shoulder. "Listen. I HAD to give it to Boone. When we woke up in that hellhole of a casino they took everything from us! Everything. Guess they couldn't figure out my vault suit, 'cause I still had it on, but poor Boone had nothin' at all! It was the first thing I could find, and he needed something to cover himself." He held out his hands, palms turned up in exasperation. "What would you have me do?"