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Butch/The King, "Jailhouse Rock," 2c/?
(Anonymous) 2014-11-09 05:48 am (UTC)(link)"The King."
"That's your name? The King?"
"That's what they call me."
"What who calls you? Your fanclub?" The kid snickers, plainly amused at his own joke.
"Pretty much," says Beatrix, and the kid whirls around to face her.
"Wait, seriously? This pompous asshole's got a fanclub?"
"I can't believe it, either," she says, dryly.
"Now now, there's no need to call names," the King says, frowning. The kid's accent is unlike anything he's ever heard. He's not from the Mojave, possibly not even from California, unless he's a Vaultie. "What about you, son? What's your name."
The kid puffs out his chest. "Butch DeLoria," he says. "My gang's called the Tunnel Snakes. We rule." Beatrix snorts. "Hey, fuck you, rotface. I don't need some shuffler telling me what to do."
Beatrix breaks into a wide, lazy smile, but her posture shifts, almost imperceptibly. "You want to say that again," she says, her tone light and dangerous. She's spoiling for a fight, and it seems like Butch is going to get himself killed before the Troopers have a chance to finish him off.
"Get him out of here," Julie says, her voice strained. They've attracted spectators, a loose ring of doctors and guards, eager for a little entertainment on their Sunday morning, as if the previous night hadn't given them their fill of fistfights and bad decisions.
The King reaches out, grabs the kid's arm. "C'mon Butch," he mutters. "You're with me." He leads him away from the crowd, out the front gate, and away from the Fort, into Freeside.