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Had A Bad Day (2a)
(Anonymous) 2012-04-10 04:58 am (UTC)(link)Arcade set himself to making a fire as his companions guzzled some water and took a brief rest. Only after the delicious smell of roasting squirrel bits permeated the air did the Courier drag her bedroll over to the fire and sit down heavily. Boone joined them soon after and the three sat in silence.
Arcade never was good at silence. “So,” he said, conversationally, “What’s on the agenda for tomorrow? More death row executions? Really, at this rate, the NCR should be paying us a gallows fee.”
“It’ll probably take us another day or two to clear out the prison,” the Courier allowed.
“After this can we jockey for an easy assignment? I’m thinking something relaxing. Maybe at Camp Golf?” Arcade joked. He didn’t get the response he was hoping for. The Courier said nothing and Boone took it upon himself to glare at Arcade with the white hot force of a thousand Archimedes. Tough crowd… Arcade thought, feeling a little put out.
This is bordering on a hostile work environment, Arcade commented to himself, as Boone yanked the tin plate he was offering right out of his hands. Placing his wit aside for the moment, Arcade remained silent through dinner, figuring it to be a safer bet. The Courier remarked on their dwindling ammo supply for the shotgun and Boone snipped back, “shotguns don’t have a great range. Maybe if you didn’t shoot at things two hundred yards away, we’d have a little more ammo to work with.” The Courier put her plate down with a clank and favored Boone with that annoyed little look that only females can conjure up. You know; the one that seems to suggest that castration would be too kind a punishment for your insolence. “Got somethin’ to say,” Boone shot back.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Arcade interjected nervously. “We’re all a little on edge right now. The blasted sun’s been glaring down all day and we’ve been running around playing cowboys and Indians. We’re all tired but let’s all make an effort to not say things we’ll regret in the morning. Sighing, the Courier agreed. Boone, however, remained silent.
Not willing to play nice, eh? Arcade thought, not even attempting to squash the devious plan forming in his mind. The best part? He was just tired enough to be stupid, and just dehydrated enough to not think this through. It was starting to sound like a hell of a plan.
“Boone, cheer up before I come over there and make you cheer up,” Arcade sing-songed.
“Oh, yeah, and how you gonna do that?” Boone spat back with a glare.
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