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Overdoing It, 2/4
(Anonymous) 2015-02-20 07:14 am (UTC)(link)"I'll ring the bell," said Maisie.
"Hey, I thought this up. How come you getta go first?"
"'Cause I can stand up better'n you right now."
"Well, if you're gonna be like that about it ..."
Maisie put up her index finger, closed one eye for accuracy, and carefully beeped Veronica's nose. "C'mon, it's no fun if you're all mad."
"I'm not even mad. You're just really drunk."
"This from the girl who can't compensate for the weight of her power fist."
"It's just a minor gravity problem. Gravity is pulling too hard on that hand. Probably because it likes shiny things."
"Gravity likes shiny things. I fuckin' love you."
"You keep saying that and we're gonna end up at the NCR records office, y'know."
Maisie snorted, rang the Lucky 38's doorbell, and scampered unsteadily back around to the side of the building, where she and Veronica tried to smother their giggles as Victor opened the door.
"Well, howdy, pardn-- huh. Musta missed 'em." Victor turned and wheeled back inside.
"'Kay, 'kay, your turn now." Maisie nudged Veronica toward the door; she wobbled over, poked the doorbell with a clank, and scurried back to Maisie's hiding spot.
Once again, Victor opened the door scanned the area. "Well, howdy, pardn-- huh. Still nobody here."
They were clinging to each other now, nearly vibrating with the power of their not-very-well-suppressed laughter. "Do it again!" said Veronica, starting Maisie on her way with a shove on the shoulder.
This gave Maisie a gravity problem of her own; she stumbled and scraped her chin on the 38's steps, but recovered quickly and scrambled to the bell and back.
"Well, howdy, pardn-- aw, shucks, I was sure I heard the bell that time!" Victor was actually starting to sound a little frustrated. "I better get m'self checked for bugs again."
They were huddled behind the hulk of a blue bus nearby, laughing themselves well into wheezing, when a Securitron wheeled up to them, its monitor portrait unchanged, but its voice very different.
"Misses Sutton and Santangelo," Mr. House said, his voice distorted by the tinny speaker but still plainly irritated, "you do realize this ancient prank of yours becomes particularly pointless in light of my surveillance network?"
Maisie froze, trying to get her brain to come up with an intelligent response. It settled for "Oh. Um. Right. Damn."
"Report to me when you stop speaking in monosyllables." The Securitron wheeled off without waiting for a reply.
"Oooooooh, shomebody's in trou-ble." Judging by the trouble Veronica was having with pronouncing her s's, that last Atomic Cocktail had just kicked in.
"Shaddup. Look, so this prank's not gonna work on the Strip 'cause it's fulla Securitrons and they can all see us and shit."
"Then we just gotta go where the Shecuritronsh aren't."
"I don't think we should try Freeside right now."
"But for once we'd fit right in!"
"You really wanna put up with the Kings trynna turn you straight with the power of their fancy jackets?"
"'Kay. Point. But if we're stuck on the Strip, the Shecuri -- the robots're gonna wreck it."
"You know, there's a spot on the Strip where the Securitrons aren't in charge."
"Ohmigawd, do you mean --"
"Yup! The NCR Embassy. They won't know what hit 'em! Er, their doorbell."