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Dr. Richards/Major Knight - Smoking Your Pack Of Trickery [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-13 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)Leave can always be uncomfortable, but leave at Gomorrah is just fucking torture.
He kept thinking once he was actually here that he'd feel a little less choked, because in New Vegas no one really seems to care. There were women in uniform opening catcalling the dancers on the sidewalk outside; there's two men in suits all but making out on top of the bar. But he still feels the noose, every time his eyes linger on a dancer and he remembers that he's in the company of people he works with, and they're only a few days away from the outpost even if it feels like a whole different world, and he still has to watch himself. Still has to deal with well-meaning companions that he's had to mislead knocking elbows in his ribs at the passing of some hooker with her tits hanging out. That's bad enough on his own, but the fact that his eyes keep wanting to linger on the men in leather and chains, undulating provocatively in their cages looking back at him with bedroom eyes and suggestive fingertip grazing the bars, is getting to be too much.
And this crew from Forlorn Hope, jesus. It's normally nice when there's another pack to share leave with but these people are lunatics. Granted, they have a lot more living to get out of their systems, given the sheer unlikelihood of their general survival, but they're getting embarrassing. And loud.
After enough awkward shuffling around and trying to dodge overenthusiastic whooping hooligans who haven't even shed into their civvies a stranger takes mercy on him, waving him over. He finds himself sharing a table in Brimstone with the only two seemingly calm men from Forlon Hope, quietly sipping beers and shaking their heads at the antics of their brothers and sisters in arms.
"Sexton's gonna wind up getting punched by a hooker again," Mayes says. "I just know it."
"I heard him ask one of the young ladies here if he could use the chains on her outfit as reins and ride her like a old west pony," Richards sighs heavily. "She thought he was just using a terrible euphemism, but he meant across the stage, riding on her back."
Mayes exhales sharply through his nose. "Or I could punch him, that could be what happens." Richards chuckles and Mayes says, "What? Hey, he's the morale officer -- tell me that wouldn't boost spirits around camp. I know I'd get a warm, fuzzy feeling watching him walk around with a broken nose."
Knight laughs with them, because it's universal, every posting has one of Those Guys, and he looks off at the young man they're discussing, all enthusiastic gestures as he wildly tries to sell some scheme to a pair of bored-looking prostitutes. Drink and decent companionship have his guard a little loose, though, and he winds up staring much longer than is safe at one of the male dancers past the private, writhing for a group of women tossing NCR bills at him. He catches himself and brings his gaze back around, fighting back the urge to clear his throat out of nervous habit. He waits for the conversation to pick back up, but then he notices Richards looking him with new eyes, and his heart sinks in panic.
Excuses are rampaging through his head but Richards just tosses a flash of a significant look at Mayes, who sighs and excuses himself to the men's room with a muttered good luck to Richards that Knight thinks he wasn't supposed to hear, and once they're alone at the table Richards is looking at him with a smile spreading wide and slow and he says, "So what are your plans for the night, beautiful?"
Re: Dr. Richards/Major Knight - Smoking Your Pack Of Trickery [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-14 03:19 am (UTC)(link)Re: Dr. Richards/Major Knight - Smoking Your Pack Of Trickery [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-14 06:49 am (UTC)(link)I cannot wait for more of this.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-14 11:20 am (UTC)(link)Re: Dr. Richards/Major Knight - Smoking Your Pack Of Trickery [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-15 12:59 am (UTC)(link)I love this fill. Oh man, I'm on the edge of my seat in anticipation. <3
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