Wow, seems as if ya'll like this random fill (despite all the grammar/spelling errors). Sorry about the wait, like I said work, school blah blah blah. As I said before, I have no fuckin' clue where I'm going with this, but it'll be one hell of a trip haha. Slow chapter is slow (I'm having a hard time with what should be a simple transition), hopefully the next one will be better. But anyways, on with the story... *-*-*
“Arcade, baby, Ima make you another atomic cocktail,” Benny purred as he headed for the bar on the other side of the room. Or was that Swank? It was hard for him to tell which was which at the moment, what with all of the alcohol currently running though his system.
Arcade shook his head, something that proved to be a bad idea if the way the room started to wobble was any indication. “Nooo, I-” he paused trying to get his tongue to work in cooperation with his brain, “I couldn't. Shouldn't-”
“Aww,” Swank, yes he was pretty sure that the one rubbing his knee was Swank, sighed, “don't be like that baby. Loosen up a bit.” He put a finger under Arcade's chin, turning him until their eyes met, “Let your hair down...” Slowly the Chairman reached up and removed the thick framed glasses from the Follower's face. “Well ring-a-ding, ain't you sight for sore eyes?”
Arcade's cheeks, which were already slightly red from the cocktails he consumed, turned redder still at the way Swank looked it at him. The man studied his eyes for a moment before allowing his own to travel downwards to the others lips. Swank's tongue darted out wet his lips before his eyes looked back to Arcade's. It was like every cheesy book and vid he'd ever come into contact with, but despite that he leaned forward slightly giving the silent permission that the other man was seeking. Swank leaned forward then, tilting his head slightly as he helped to close the distance between them. Their lips were close enough to feel the others warm breath ghosting across the sensitive skin, but it wasn't close enough and-
BAM! POP! FIZZLE!
The pair jerked apart as if they'd been electrocuted. “What the hell was that?” Swank called over to his fellow Chairman.
“I don't know,” Benny replied, placing the rocket-shaped mixer on the bartop, “but we should probably go find out.”
As the Chairmen rushed out of the door, Arcade sat there stunned. What just happened? Did I... did we almost just kiss? Well the answer to that one was pretty damn obvious. So we almost just kissed and then something blew up. Huh. He rubbed at his temples which were beginning to throb. His alcohol-addled body didn't quite appreciate the loud and sudden noise. You'd think I'd have built up an immunity to them -though the only immunity against sounds would be going deft so it's probably a good that I haven't- but things always seem to blow up around Roxanna and- wait. He paused, trying to figure out what the chances were of this particular explosion being the Courier's fault.
His conclusion? Pretty damn good.
Shit.
With a sigh he rose from the couch, sliding his glasses back into place as he stood, and headed towards the door. He wasn't quite sure if he should thank Roxanna for interrupting his almost-kiss or slap her for it, but the feeling of disappointment mixed with a touch of longing had him leaning more towards the latter. *-*-*
New Vegas Host Club (2a/?)
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“Arcade, baby, Ima make you another atomic cocktail,” Benny purred as he headed for the bar on the other side of the room. Or was that Swank? It was hard for him to tell which was which at the moment, what with all of the alcohol currently running though his system.
Arcade shook his head, something that proved to be a bad idea if the way the room started to wobble was any indication. “Nooo, I-” he paused trying to get his tongue to work in cooperation with his brain, “I couldn't. Shouldn't-”
“Aww,” Swank, yes he was pretty sure that the one rubbing his knee was Swank, sighed, “don't be like that baby. Loosen up a bit.” He put a finger under Arcade's chin, turning him until their eyes met, “Let your hair down...” Slowly the Chairman reached up and removed the thick framed glasses from the Follower's face. “Well ring-a-ding, ain't you sight for sore eyes?”
Arcade's cheeks, which were already slightly red from the cocktails he consumed, turned redder still at the way Swank looked it at him. The man studied his eyes for a moment before allowing his own to travel downwards to the others lips. Swank's tongue darted out wet his lips before his eyes looked back to Arcade's. It was like every cheesy book and vid he'd ever come into contact with, but despite that he leaned forward slightly giving the silent permission that the other man was seeking. Swank leaned forward then, tilting his head slightly as he helped to close the distance between them. Their lips were close enough to feel the others warm breath ghosting across the sensitive skin, but it wasn't close enough and-
BAM! POP! FIZZLE!
The pair jerked apart as if they'd been electrocuted. “What the hell was that?” Swank called over to his fellow Chairman.
“I don't know,” Benny replied, placing the rocket-shaped mixer on the bartop, “but we should probably go find out.”
As the Chairmen rushed out of the door, Arcade sat there stunned. What just happened? Did I... did we almost just kiss? Well the answer to that one was pretty damn obvious. So we almost just kissed and then something blew up. Huh. He rubbed at his temples which were beginning to throb.
His alcohol-addled body didn't quite appreciate the loud and sudden noise. You'd think I'd have built up an immunity to them -though the only immunity against sounds would be going deft so it's probably a good that I haven't- but things always seem to blow up around Roxanna and- wait. He paused, trying to figure out what the chances were of this particular explosion being the Courier's fault.
His conclusion? Pretty damn good.
Shit.
With a sigh he rose from the couch, sliding his glasses back into place as he stood, and headed towards the door. He wasn't quite sure if he should thank Roxanna for interrupting his almost-kiss or slap her for it, but the feeling of disappointment mixed with a touch of longing had him leaning more towards the latter.
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