The Courier floated on her feeling of contentment for long enough to forget there were other contestants as well. A sharp knocking at her window brought her back to reality. Finally, she'd get her excuse to kill Vulpes!
"Hey baby! Ready to charm the world's biggest snake?"
Oh. Him. Rolling her eyes, she nodded for him to come in.
"Hi, Butch. That's your name, right? You seem like an okay guy, so I'd better warn you that this contest-"
"I know, heavy competition! But I can set you straight on that."
The Courier cocked her head.
"Don't tell me you're taking this seriously, too?"
Butch looked at her with some confusion. Now that she thought about it, he wasn't all that old; maybe seven or so years older than her. And even if his reputation as the Mojave Rapelord was unearned, he had managed to keep the groupies that came with it. Maybe there was something behind all that confidence...
"I'll give you a chance: you have fifteen seconds to convince me this isn't a mistake."
Butch wasted two seconds getting his jacket off, then climbed next to her in bed. Once his hands reached her body, she gave some consideration; not bad, but nothing special.
And then there was a knock at the door.
"Darlin'? You in there?"
The King!
"Time's up!" she told Butch as she shoved him off of her. He whined a bit, but not enough to keep her from forgetting about him when she went to meet her visitor in the hallway.
"Coming to my house? You're almost making me feel special!"
"I love to see you, but first I've got a warning for you. You know a skinny man, pale skin, talks like he's important?"
Oh no- is this going where I think it is?
"Why?"
"Some of my boys saw him sneaking around your place. We got him sidetracked with a fight, though. He shouldn't make it here till dawn."
Well, it was a nice plan while it lasted.
"Thanks, baby. Where would I be without you?"
"Another thing- hearing you were in danger got me thinking...we've got a nice thing going, and maybe it's time go take care of business. Get serious and all."
"Are you asking me to wear your ring around my neck?"
The King grinned.
"Or maybe that I'm almost in love."
That settled it, then. There would have to be a new judge for round two.
The Only Way to Win 5/?
"Hey baby! Ready to charm the world's biggest snake?"
Oh. Him. Rolling her eyes, she nodded for him to come in.
"Hi, Butch. That's your name, right? You seem like an okay guy, so I'd better warn you that this contest-"
"I know, heavy competition! But I can set you straight on that."
The Courier cocked her head.
"Don't tell me you're taking this seriously, too?"
Butch looked at her with some confusion. Now that she thought about it, he wasn't all that old; maybe seven or so years older than her. And even if his reputation as the Mojave Rapelord was unearned, he had managed to keep the groupies that came with it. Maybe there was something behind all that confidence...
"I'll give you a chance: you have fifteen seconds to convince me this isn't a mistake."
Butch wasted two seconds getting his jacket off, then climbed next to her in bed. Once his hands reached her body, she gave some consideration; not bad, but nothing special.
And then there was a knock at the door.
"Darlin'? You in there?"
The King!
"Time's up!" she told Butch as she shoved him off of her. He whined a bit, but not enough to keep her from forgetting about him when she went to meet her visitor in the hallway.
"Coming to my house? You're almost making me feel special!"
"I love to see you, but first I've got a warning for you. You know a skinny man, pale skin, talks like he's important?"
Oh no- is this going where I think it is?
"Why?"
"Some of my boys saw him sneaking around your place. We got him sidetracked with a fight, though. He shouldn't make it here till dawn."
Well, it was a nice plan while it lasted.
"Thanks, baby. Where would I be without you?"
"Another thing- hearing you were in danger got me thinking...we've got a nice thing going, and maybe it's time go take care of business. Get serious and all."
"Are you asking me to wear your ring around my neck?"
The King grinned.
"Or maybe that I'm almost in love."
That settled it, then. There would have to be a new judge for round two.