As for Raul, he was prone to dramatics. Often he would pick a wilted flower out of the New Vegas gutter and deliver a flowy speech in Spanish praising the Courier’s beauty and fortitude. Mostly he did this out of amusement. ‘You’d think these compadres have never seen a seniorita with a pair of big irons—and her guns aren’t much of a surprise either.’ Still, like Gannon, he was deeply intrigued by her magnetic aura and felt that running around the Wasteland wasn’t half bad if you were following a person that was brave bordering reckless. The Courier had the luck of the devil to boot, and Raul could respect that in a person.
Perhaps the weirdest rapport the Courier had was with Boone. Initially, the group was convinced that the sniper was all kinds of hot and bothered by the Courier. The woman could strategize, shoot, and loot bodies like a pro, and look good doing it. What more could a soldier man want in a woman? Boone grew attached to her rather quickly. Arcade would shake his head and exchange a knowing look with Veronica as the Courier paraded around the presidential suite in that infamous red First Recon beret, Boone looking after her with an uneasy gaze but not saying a word of approach. To put it in perspective, one time Gannon had moved the beret off of the sink so that he could shave, and Boone had nearly smacked the gay out of him for his troubles. The group’s opinion began to change when Boone started siding with Lilly about wearing revealing clothes. Cass could parade to hell and back naked for all he cared, but the Courier should have her shoulders covered like a decent lady. Uneasily, Gannon had decided that some sort of weird, bastardized fathering instinct had nested in Boone, and the group agreed not to speak of it again.
[A/N Whoa. I would really appreciate feedback because I'm not sure if I'm going in the direction the O/P wants. Don't be afraid to tell me, we're all wasteland bros here.]
Adventures of a Wasteland Goddess (4/?)
Perhaps the weirdest rapport the Courier had was with Boone. Initially, the group was convinced that the sniper was all kinds of hot and bothered by the Courier. The woman could strategize, shoot, and loot bodies like a pro, and look good doing it. What more could a soldier man want in a woman? Boone grew attached to her rather quickly. Arcade would shake his head and exchange a knowing look with Veronica as the Courier paraded around the presidential suite in that infamous red First Recon beret, Boone looking after her with an uneasy gaze but not saying a word of approach. To put it in perspective, one time Gannon had moved the beret off of the sink so that he could shave, and Boone had nearly smacked the gay out of him for his troubles. The group’s opinion began to change when Boone started siding with Lilly about wearing revealing clothes. Cass could parade to hell and back naked for all he cared, but the Courier should have her shoulders covered like a decent lady. Uneasily, Gannon had decided that some sort of weird, bastardized fathering instinct had nested in Boone, and the group agreed not to speak of it again.
[A/N Whoa. I would really appreciate feedback because I'm not sure if I'm going in the direction the O/P wants. Don't be afraid to tell me, we're all wasteland bros here.]