Is it okay if I post even though someone's already offered? I just typed up something really quick if anyone's interested. This is also my first promt fill in... Be nice? XD
She tied her hair tighter back into her trademark welder’s bun, skulking through the doors of the infamous Underworld. The smell and dim lights had no real effect on her, but the sight of a sea of ghouls was enough to shake anyone’s confidence. A rather tall ghoul stalked over to her with a smirk, Lone Wanderer determine to keep her composer.
“Well, well. A Smoothskin has come out to play?” He chuckled grimly, the girl smiled softly in retort. She pointed to her vault suit, bright yellow ‘101’ causing the ghoul to look twice.
“I’m the Last, best Hope for Humanity and I was wondering where I could get a stiff drink.” The ghoul, whose nametag read Winthrop, pointed up the staircase to his right while he faced her. She nodded in thanks, skipping up the steps in pairs while ghoul upon ghoul gave her looks.
“Don’t mind the smell, I know how sensitive you humans can be.”
“There are a lot more of us than there are of you, Smoothskin.”
Colin Moriarty’s cat calls suddenly sounded inviting. She cleared her throat, something like a smile cascading upon her features when looking upon the scrawled sign.
“The Ninth Circle. Quaint.” She took a deep breath, pushing open the double doors and strutting to the bar with a quickly dwindling confidence. The way the barkeep looked at the Lone Wander disgusted her beyond all measures, leaning onto the bar and licking his scabbed lips.
“Well hello, beautiful. I’m Ahzrukhal and I’m your server, what can I get you?”
“A nice cold whiskey would blow my mind right about now.” She smiled, trying to be normal in a place where she was the social outcast. The bartender smirked, leaning down behind him and handing her a bottle. The ice upon the bottle was melting already, her mouthwatering in anticipation. It was the best whiskey she had ever had in her life, slamming down double the caps and asking for another.
“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Hey, while I get you your whiskey, bring this over to my bodyguard, Charon… and don’t be afraid to start conversation!” He handed her a glass of water while yelling the last bit, gesturing over to the six foot something tree. She nodded graciously, willing to do anything to get on these ghoul’s good side. She walked slowly, careful not to spill a drop upon placing the water down.
“There, nice and cold.” She beamed, the tall ghoul merely grunted, taking a few sips of his water.
“So… Charon. That’s an interesting name, I’ve never seen Charon spelt with a C before!” She made friendly conversation, punching him in the arm lightly. He grimaced, grabbing her forearm and leaning down. His hot breath tickled her ear as he spoke.
“You smell of freedom… and that disgusts me.” He released her, but not before giving her a forceful shove towards the bar. She took her whiskey and downed half the bottle, rather shaky from that encounter.
“So where do I have to go to get a room in Underworld?” She asked, standing to stretch. The hem on her modified vault suit turned high cut dress rode up her thighs, an audible growl escaping Ahzrukhal with no regret.
“Well… there’s always my room,” Ahzrukhal winked while giving her body a good once over “, but there is always Carol’s Place. Fu-… she steals costumers. She isn’t my cup of tea. Remember, always my nice queen size bed.” Lone Wanderer smiled and waved, hightailing it around to the only over door on the top floor. Carol’s Place.
Impress Me (prt 1 / ?)
She tied her hair tighter back into her trademark welder’s bun, skulking through the doors of the infamous Underworld. The smell and dim lights had no real effect on her, but the sight of a sea of ghouls was enough to shake anyone’s confidence. A rather tall ghoul stalked over to her with a smirk, Lone Wanderer determine to keep her composer.
“Well, well. A Smoothskin has come out to play?” He chuckled grimly, the girl smiled softly in retort. She pointed to her vault suit, bright yellow ‘101’ causing the ghoul to look twice.
“I’m the Last, best Hope for Humanity and I was wondering where I could get a stiff drink.” The ghoul, whose nametag read Winthrop, pointed up the staircase to his right while he faced her. She nodded in thanks, skipping up the steps in pairs while ghoul upon ghoul gave her looks.
“Don’t mind the smell, I know how sensitive you humans can be.”
“There are a lot more of us than there are of you, Smoothskin.”
Colin Moriarty’s cat calls suddenly sounded inviting. She cleared her throat, something like a smile cascading upon her features when looking upon the scrawled sign.
“The Ninth Circle. Quaint.” She took a deep breath, pushing open the double doors and strutting to the bar with a quickly dwindling confidence. The way the barkeep looked at the Lone Wander disgusted her beyond all measures, leaning onto the bar and licking his scabbed lips.
“Well hello, beautiful. I’m Ahzrukhal and I’m your server, what can I get you?”
“A nice cold whiskey would blow my mind right about now.” She smiled, trying to be normal in a place where she was the social outcast. The bartender smirked, leaning down behind him and handing her a bottle. The ice upon the bottle was melting already, her mouthwatering in anticipation. It was the best whiskey she had ever had in her life, slamming down double the caps and asking for another.
“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Hey, while I get you your whiskey, bring this over to my bodyguard, Charon… and don’t be afraid to start conversation!” He handed her a glass of water while yelling the last bit, gesturing over to the six foot something tree. She nodded graciously, willing to do anything to get on these ghoul’s good side. She walked slowly, careful not to spill a drop upon placing the water down.
“There, nice and cold.” She beamed, the tall ghoul merely grunted, taking a few sips of his water.
“So… Charon. That’s an interesting name, I’ve never seen Charon spelt with a C before!” She made friendly conversation, punching him in the arm lightly. He grimaced, grabbing her forearm and leaning down. His hot breath tickled her ear as he spoke.
“You smell of freedom… and that disgusts me.” He released her, but not before giving her a forceful shove towards the bar. She took her whiskey and downed half the bottle, rather shaky from that encounter.
“So where do I have to go to get a room in Underworld?” She asked, standing to stretch. The hem on her modified vault suit turned high cut dress rode up her thighs, an audible growl escaping Ahzrukhal with no regret.
“Well… there’s always my room,” Ahzrukhal winked while giving her body a good once over “, but there is always Carol’s Place. Fu-… she steals costumers. She isn’t my cup of tea. Remember, always my nice queen size bed.” Lone Wanderer smiled and waved, hightailing it around to the only over door on the top floor. Carol’s Place.