Characters: F!Courier, O'Hanrahan Sorry for constantly added tagges, Mods! -
No boys could make the courier feel like a swooning school girl like country boys could. And there was no cuter country boy in all of New Vegas then Private O'Hanrahan. Out of all the men she had met in her travels, be it wanderers, solider, or shopkeeper, O'Hanrahan was by far her favorite.
The courier walked over to the bench the said private was sitting on, two Sunsets Sarsaparillas in hand. She couldn't stand rest of the misfit's but put up with their less-than-pleasant attitudes for O'hanrahan. Poindexter was a pompous ass, Razz was always hopped up on one amphetamine or another, and although Mags meant well and was gracious for everything the courier did for the squad, she was still a bitch. The only person she truly enjoyed the company of was O'Hanrahan.
He looked up from the paper he had been reading and greeted the woman. "Howdy."
"Whatcha' doing?" She inquired seating herself next to him.
"Just thinkin'. I wander what that resort must look like on the inside."
"Nothing special, really. Tacky wallpaper and haughty soldiers. I guess that describes most of New Vegas. The beds are pretty nice though. Much better than Novac's."
"I've heard of that place, never been."
"Really? It's not too far. About half way from here and the Mojave Outpost."
"The commanders say we're not going in any battle until the Hoover Dam but in the meantime we have to stay on the camp site."
The courier scoffed. "That's not fair."
"Yeah, I think so too. I guess that's just how the NCR works."
The courier tried to think of ways to lighten the mood when the perfect solution finally popped in her head. "Hey, I wanna show you something. Come on." The courier led him by the hand to towards the camps exit with a large grin on her face.
"I'm not sure if I should leave post, Rosie." Although O'Hanrahan's tone was hesitant, his body continued to follow the couriers lead.
"If anyone has a problem with it they can talk to me," she patted the Fat Man strapped to her back, "and him."
Baby Is What He Calls Me 3/?
Sorry for constantly added tagges, Mods!
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No boys could make the courier feel like a swooning school girl like country boys could. And there was no cuter country boy in all of New Vegas then Private O'Hanrahan. Out of all the men she had met in her travels, be it wanderers, solider, or shopkeeper, O'Hanrahan was by far her favorite.
The courier walked over to the bench the said private was sitting on, two Sunsets Sarsaparillas in hand. She couldn't stand rest of the misfit's but put up with their less-than-pleasant attitudes for O'hanrahan. Poindexter was a pompous ass, Razz was always hopped up on one amphetamine or another, and although Mags meant well and was gracious for everything the courier did for the squad, she was still a bitch. The only person she truly enjoyed the company of was O'Hanrahan.
He looked up from the paper he had been reading and greeted the woman. "Howdy."
"Whatcha' doing?" She inquired seating herself next to him.
"Just thinkin'. I wander what that resort must look like on the inside."
"Nothing special, really. Tacky wallpaper and haughty soldiers. I guess that describes most of New Vegas. The beds are pretty nice though. Much better than Novac's."
"I've heard of that place, never been."
"Really? It's not too far. About half way from here and the Mojave Outpost."
"The commanders say we're not going in any battle until the Hoover Dam but in the meantime we have to stay on the camp site."
The courier scoffed. "That's not fair."
"Yeah, I think so too. I guess that's just how the NCR works."
The courier tried to think of ways to lighten the mood when the perfect solution finally popped in her head. "Hey, I wanna show you something. Come on." The courier led him by the hand to towards the camps exit with a large grin on her face.
"I'm not sure if I should leave post, Rosie." Although O'Hanrahan's tone was hesitant, his body continued to follow the couriers lead.
"If anyone has a problem with it they can talk to me," she patted the Fat Man strapped to her back, "and him."
"I guess so.. Where are we going?"
"You'll see!"