“So what are we doing in Freeside again?” Veronica asked. She, along with Arcade whom had hooked his arm through hers, was bringing up the rear of the group. Cass had told her she wouldn't need it, but she packed Fritz -that would be her beloved power fist- just in case. And now, seeing the junkies, whores, and generally undesirable people that made up the settlement's nightlife she longed for the feel of the snug glove and the hum that signified functioning hydraulics on her knuckles.
“No idea,” Six shrugged, “I would say ask Cass, but she's being all secretive and shit.” She shot a look at the aforementioned woman who just grinned that very unsettling grin.
“Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise,” she sing-songed from the front of the group.
“I don't like surprises,” Arcade groused, “Especially your surprises. They usually end up with me sewing people's faces back together.”
“Oh don't be such a bitch Gannon,” Cass laughed. “Look, we're already here and nobody's face got busted.”
“Here?” Roxy and her companions looked up at the big neon Kings sign, their faces bathed in its light. “What the hell are we doing here?”
“What is here?” Veronica asked, her eyes taking in the large blue guitar and dancers that adorned the building.
“As far as I know it's the Kings', that would be a gang, base” Arcade supplied. “Though I've been in there so I can't say for sure...”
“That's what I thought too,” Roxy commented, hand scratching at her chin. “Why'd ya bring us here? Wait, we're not here to pick a fight with these guys, are we? I keep telling you I'm a lover who just happens to be a fighter out of necessity...”
Arcade narrowed his eyes at the redhead. “No, no, no, no, no. We are not starting anything with the Kings Cassidy,” he said in what they referred to as his 'sassy gay' voice.
“I dunno, could be fun,” Veronica said, eyes gleaming as she patted Fritz through her pocket. Oh how she loved to punch things...
Cass snorted loudly. “Don't get yer panties in a twist blondie, we're not here to fight the Kings or anyone for that matter.”
The scribe made a disappointed sound, hand falling away from the glove. “Then what are we here to do?”
“The easiest way to find out is by going in,” Cass said.
“I'm not going in until I know what we're doing here.” That was Arcade.
“So I don't get to punch anyone?” They all looked a Veronica. “...What?”
The Courier let out a deep sigh, moving around her squabbling friends and reaching for the unremarkable metal door. She was ready to get this, whatever this was, over with. The sooner I get in, the sooner I can get out and go... home? As Roxanna pushed open the door a bright, blinding light accompanied by gust of wind -and where those Broc flowers?- greeted her. “Ouch!” she screeched, pulling a flower out of her eye. “What in the actual fuck?!”
“Welcome!” six distinctly male voices greeted the group with varying degrees of excitement.
“Dime ahlergic ta Bah fwors,” Arcade sniffed, a sneeze emphasizing his statement.
“What the fuck?” Six demanded again.
“It's awesome right?” Cass cackled as she pushed past the stunned Courier into the building.
Just go home Roxanna. Don't even ask. Just. Go. Home. Before she could turn around, a hand grasped her firmly around the wrist and yanked her inside. In a classic display of 'if I suffer, we all suffer,' she in turn grabbed Arcade with more strength than her small frame suggested effectively pulling him and the scribe whom was still linked to him by the arm with her.
The lights softened down to something more suitable for the human eye allowing them all to take in their surroundings. The walls were adorned with posters that reached from ceiling to floor while other miscellaneous swag dotted the various surfaces. It all revolved around some man with beautifully quaffed hair and equally stunning eyes, but Roxanna noticed none of it because before her were six of the most handsome men she'd ever seen in her life.
New Vegas Host Club (1b/?)
“No idea,” Six shrugged, “I would say ask Cass, but she's being all secretive and shit.” She shot a look at the aforementioned woman who just grinned that very unsettling grin.
“Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise,” she sing-songed from the front of the group.
“I don't like surprises,” Arcade groused, “Especially your surprises. They usually end up with me sewing people's faces back together.”
“Oh don't be such a bitch Gannon,” Cass laughed. “Look, we're already here and nobody's face got busted.”
“Here?” Roxy and her companions looked up at the big neon Kings sign, their faces bathed in its light. “What the hell are we doing here?”
“What is here?” Veronica asked, her eyes taking in the large blue guitar and dancers that adorned the building.
“As far as I know it's the Kings', that would be a gang, base” Arcade supplied. “Though I've been in there so I can't say for sure...”
“That's what I thought too,” Roxy commented, hand scratching at her chin. “Why'd ya bring us here? Wait, we're not here to pick a fight with these guys, are we? I keep telling you I'm a lover who just happens to be a fighter out of necessity...”
Arcade narrowed his eyes at the redhead. “No, no, no, no, no. We are not starting anything with the Kings Cassidy,” he said in what they referred to as his 'sassy gay' voice.
“I dunno, could be fun,” Veronica said, eyes gleaming as she patted Fritz through her pocket. Oh how she loved to punch things...
Cass snorted loudly. “Don't get yer panties in a twist blondie, we're not here to fight the Kings or anyone for that matter.”
The scribe made a disappointed sound, hand falling away from the glove. “Then what are we here to do?”
“The easiest way to find out is by going in,” Cass said.
“I'm not going in until I know what we're doing here.” That was Arcade.
“So I don't get to punch anyone?” They all looked a Veronica. “...What?”
The Courier let out a deep sigh, moving around her squabbling friends and reaching for the unremarkable metal door. She was ready to get this, whatever this was, over with. The sooner I get in, the sooner I can get out and go... home? As Roxanna pushed open the door a bright, blinding light accompanied by gust of wind -and where those Broc flowers?- greeted her. “Ouch!” she screeched, pulling a flower out of her eye. “What in the actual fuck?!”
“Welcome!” six distinctly male voices greeted the group with varying degrees of excitement.
“Dime ahlergic ta Bah fwors,” Arcade sniffed, a sneeze emphasizing his statement.
“What the fuck?” Six demanded again.
“It's awesome right?” Cass cackled as she pushed past the stunned Courier into the building.
Just go home Roxanna. Don't even ask. Just. Go. Home. Before she could turn around, a hand grasped her firmly around the wrist and yanked her inside. In a classic display of 'if I suffer, we all suffer,' she in turn grabbed Arcade with more strength than her small frame suggested effectively pulling him and the scribe whom was still linked to him by the arm with her.
The lights softened down to something more suitable for the human eye allowing them all to take in their surroundings. The walls were adorned with posters that reached from ceiling to floor while other miscellaneous swag dotted the various surfaces. It all revolved around some man with beautifully quaffed hair and equally stunning eyes, but Roxanna noticed none of it because before her were six of the most handsome men she'd ever seen in her life.
“Uhhh...” she said brightly.
“Huh,” Arcade huffed.
“Oh hell no,” Veronica scoffed.
“Oh hell yes,” Cass laughed.