Benny was surprised at the number of contestants they had. But he supposed any distraction was welcome in the wasteland, even someplace as bustling as the Strip. He sure wasn't going to complain about the turnout. A bevy of beautiful babes, dressed in a variety of pants and skirts but invariably "topped" off with thin cotton, danced and flirted with a rowdy crowd of Mojave citizens, NCR soldiers and civilians, and casino families. The crowd enthusiastically drenched the women with water brought in from Lake Mead, and the whooping and hollering was almost deafening.
Swank, at his right, nudged Benny's arm. "I like that one," he said, gesturing with his chin. "Think I'll give her a little taste after she wins."
Benny looked where Swank had indicated and suppressed a smirk. "You're gonna have to grow a nice pair of charlies and way better legs to get her attention." At Swank's frown, he explained. "That's Veronica. You know? The courier's friend."
He enjoyed Swank's disappointment, just a little, as he turned back to the contestants. Cass had shown up, too, had probably dragged Veronica there with her, and his eyebrows shot up as she danced out of the crowd. She wore a sopping wet shirt, and nothing else. He'd never expected to find out if the carpet matched the drapes, but hell, now everyone knew. She howled happily and spun in a circle; a soldier grabbed at her ass and she punched him to the ground without skipping a beat in her happy dance. "You can look, fellas," she sang out, "but no touching without permission."
Benny grinned. He was tempted to declare her the winner just for that. But then another woman caught his eye, and he was hard pressed to look at anyone else.
Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 2
Swank, at his right, nudged Benny's arm. "I like that one," he said, gesturing with his chin. "Think I'll give her a little taste after she wins."
Benny looked where Swank had indicated and suppressed a smirk. "You're gonna have to grow a nice pair of charlies and way better legs to get her attention." At Swank's frown, he explained. "That's Veronica. You know? The courier's friend."
He enjoyed Swank's disappointment, just a little, as he turned back to the contestants. Cass had shown up, too, had probably dragged Veronica there with her, and his eyebrows shot up as she danced out of the crowd. She wore a sopping wet shirt, and nothing else. He'd never expected to find out if the carpet matched the drapes, but hell, now everyone knew. She howled happily and spun in a circle; a soldier grabbed at her ass and she punched him to the ground without skipping a beat in her happy dance. "You can look, fellas," she sang out, "but no touching without permission."
Benny grinned. He was tempted to declare her the winner just for that. But then another woman caught his eye, and he was hard pressed to look at anyone else.