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Charlie flicks a button on the Pip-Boy and slithers loose of him, staying at his feet for a brief second before she's back on her own, grinning. She chuckles and presses the pad of her thumb against her tongue before reaching out to smooth it over his little mustache; first left, then right. "Slick as sarsaparilla. That was way more fun than what I had planned for you tonight."

He sits there dumbstruck as she picks up all her discarded clothes and shrugs back into them, replaits her braid and tucks it up under her hat, turning lean curves and burnished hair into lines about as appealing as a weathered board with a blackened crossbeam. That's what she should look like, and it shocks him back into sense.

"Planned? What do you mean, planned?"

"Well, I wanted to tell you-"

"What was this, a game to you? Am I?"

"No! No, I-" Her face is burning, and it's not entirely from the drink. "So. Where do you reckon we go from here?"

Raul looks at her, really looks and sees.

Suddenly she's not a woman with no letters or a run-down itinerant on borrowed time, she's something more, something hot that's gotten stuck in his chest and suddenly he feels so, so angry. Not angry with her, but angry that he feels. It's like a betrayal. An ambush. He doesn't let himself look any farther than that.

"Up to you, boss." Raul stands up. "Yeah. I think I'm done playing around for the night."

"Raul, wait! Raul!" He doesn't stop and Charlie doesn't follow. She stands there for a moment, then sits back down at the table to wait to complain and explain to whatever employee walks in first, picking up the scattered cards.

She looks towards the door again after she has them all, then starts laying out a game of Solitare, which she knows she only has half a chance of not screwing up on her own. She puts her fingers on the stock pile, gives the empty doorway one last, lingering glance, and shuts her eyes.

"Black Jack for that Red Queen. Neat as you please, please." She flips the card, opens her eyes. Joker. Of course."Fucking-" Everything left on the table goes flying. "Damn the deck, and damn my rusted heart-"

Charlie scrambles up and starts putting the deck back together, picking her way through the blood and broken glass. It's his deck and he'll need it if she wants to get good at playing again, if he'll show her how to get good. She isn't good at this anymore. She hasn't been good at it for so long. Hasn't needed to be.

Everything feels so clumsy without him.

Perfect ending, seriously. Because he'll forgive her, keep following her to the ends of the earth and beyond. He owes her and she's the only friend he has and that bonds you in more than one way. And he's way to old for these games. XD

I love the way this ends - it's so different from what I expected, and very human.

This is perfect, anon! <3 <3 <3 There aren't enough hearts in the world to show you how much I adore this.

I love it! A!A, that ending just hit home in such a surreal amazing way. Ohh this was better than I thought it could be.

I'm so happy you guys enjoyed it. I don't write much stuff like this. :) Thanks for making the fill OP!

This is such perfection. FUCK! Its everything I wanted and more!
I love your Courier, your style of writing, EVERYTHING.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

rofl and thank you for enjoying it! I'm so glad you did. :)

I love all these PCs you manage to dream up- Charlie, Cort, all original and as unique as they should be.

It's that glorious moment right before you get down to the business of ins and outs, that split second between intent and action, stretched out to an endless, excruciating infinity, and they have no way to stop it.

Wow. I want to marry this sentence, and bring it flowers every day.

Oh wow. This is absolutely sizzling hot, and such a realistic let-down by the end. Charlie and everyone feel so... so human and real and warm in my head and I just want to dive into your characters and swim around in their humanity. I love this so much.

A!A says thankyou, nonnie. I'm very glad you enjoyed it so much. :)

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