Charon blankly stared at the vault-suit and its bold numbers, unaware by his surroundings as he became lost in his own thoughts. He hadn't snapped out of it until he heard Ahzrukhal speak.
“Is there something I can do for you?”
There soon followed an obvious answer.
“Yeah. I would like to trade my booze and food for some caps!” She beamed, and it almost came off as completely innocent and childish.
The bartender, Ahzrukhal, sighed. He tapped his finger on the counter and made a facial expression of annoyance. It was clear he wasn't pleased with the girl's bubbly nature and personality.
“Then show me what you have, girlie.”
She slung the goodies onto the open counter, and proceeded to empty it out the food and booze one by one from her knapsack. She brought out only three of her vodkas, four of her whiskeys, and 5 little packs of Salisbury Steak. Suddenly, she caught the eyes of drunken ghouls and they appeared over her shoulder.
Charon's perceptive abilities helped him immediately glance over at the other ghouls as they slowly formed around the dark-brunette out of curiosity. He softly growled at their rude intrusion, and he grabbed his combat shotgun from over his shoulder. He hastily hoisted it mid-air and aimed it at the patrons near the bar. A silent, but deadly warning.
Ahzrukhal eyed at Charon, and shook his head as a way to quietly order his employee to 'stand down'.
The bodyguard lowered his weapon, but the damage was done. The startled ghouls wavered away from the girl as she propped each item on the counter in front of her.
Even if he didn't like the bigoted humans outside in the wastes, and hated the idea of them inside 'The Underworld' and somehow make a mockery out of it, he really didn't want to see someone as pretty as the young girl being man-handled by a bunch of pathetic ghouls.
'… Pretty?' He darted his head down, and raised an eyebrow. Where did that word come from, exactly?
That was ridiculously odd for him to say about any smoothskin. He only had ill thoughts for those beings, especially ones that ran around their thighs all exposed to the elements outside, which in return made their soft thighs and curvy legs a slight tone of olive.
His eyes squinted, and he wondered perhaps that it may have been too long since his last real sexual encounter. The word 'sexual' brought him back to those drawn-out legs. Yeah. It had been way too long if he had those kind of fantasies in his mind. The idea of a human and ghoul in some random romp together... Was beyond hilarious. Charon had to hold back a chortle.
To go back on his main point, he just didn't want any trouble to be caused by his fellow ghouls just because the broad was loaded. That was all. Whether or not she was a smoothskin didn't matter, it was his duty to keep the bar safe as long as his employer owned it.
“Here are your caps – all 120 of them. Thank you for doing business with me today.” Ahzuruhkal scooped the caps in his hand, put them in a tiny bag he found, and proceeded to hand the girl her money. He grabbed a couple of bottles from the counter, and placed one on the top shelf where he stored the whiskey, and placed the other where he stored the vodka. He did the same for the next two bottles.
Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 8/?
“Is there something I can do for you?”
There soon followed an obvious answer.
“Yeah. I would like to trade my booze and food for some caps!” She beamed, and it almost came off as completely innocent and childish.
The bartender, Ahzrukhal, sighed. He tapped his finger on the counter and made a facial expression of annoyance. It was clear he wasn't pleased with the girl's bubbly nature and personality.
“Then show me what you have, girlie.”
She slung the goodies onto the open counter, and proceeded to empty it out the food and booze one by one from her knapsack. She brought out only three of her vodkas, four of her whiskeys, and 5 little packs of Salisbury Steak. Suddenly, she caught the eyes of drunken ghouls and they appeared over her shoulder.
Charon's perceptive abilities helped him immediately glance over at the other ghouls as they slowly formed around the dark-brunette out of curiosity. He softly growled at their rude intrusion, and he grabbed his combat shotgun from over his shoulder. He hastily hoisted it mid-air and aimed it at the patrons near the bar. A silent, but deadly warning.
Ahzrukhal eyed at Charon, and shook his head as a way to quietly order his employee to 'stand down'.
The bodyguard lowered his weapon, but the damage was done. The startled ghouls wavered away from the girl as she propped each item on the counter in front of her.
Even if he didn't like the bigoted humans outside in the wastes, and hated the idea of them inside 'The Underworld' and somehow make a mockery out of it, he really didn't want to see someone as pretty as the young girl being man-handled by a bunch of pathetic ghouls.
'… Pretty?' He darted his head down, and raised an eyebrow. Where did that word come from, exactly?
That was ridiculously odd for him to say about any smoothskin. He only had ill thoughts for those beings, especially ones that ran around their thighs all exposed to the elements outside, which in return made their soft thighs and curvy legs a slight tone of olive.
His eyes squinted, and he wondered perhaps that it may have been too long since his last real sexual encounter. The word 'sexual' brought him back to those drawn-out legs. Yeah. It had been way too long if he had those kind of fantasies in his mind.
The idea of a human and ghoul in some random romp together... Was beyond hilarious. Charon had to hold back a chortle.
To go back on his main point, he just didn't want any trouble to be caused by his fellow ghouls just because the broad was loaded. That was all. Whether or not she was a smoothskin didn't matter, it was his duty to keep the bar safe as long as his employer owned it.
“Here are your caps – all 120 of them. Thank you for doing business with me today.” Ahzuruhkal scooped the caps in his hand, put them in a tiny bag he found, and proceeded to hand the girl her money. He grabbed a couple of bottles from the counter, and placed one on the top shelf where he stored the whiskey, and placed the other where he stored the vodka. He did the same for the next two bottles.