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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Mojave High School Host Club
(Anonymous) 2012-02-16 04:59 am (UTC)(link)Re: Mojave High School Host Club
(Anonymous) 2012-02-16 06:45 am (UTC)(link)I second this, and dammit if I can wrap my head around it I might even give it a go...
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-17 01:42 am (UTC)(link)Re: Mojave High School Host Club
(Anonymous) 2012-02-17 04:09 am (UTC)(link)I actually third this, this is an awesome prompt :)
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-17 06:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: Mojave High School Host Club
(Anonymous) 2012-02-18 05:54 am (UTC)(link)I can imagine it now...
It could take place in the Lucky 38 (as the most exp high school Vegas has ever seen) with F!/M!courier as Haruhi of course! Benny as Tamaki, Boone as Mori, The King and Pacer as Kaoru and Hikaru, Vulpes as Kyoya, Arcade (or Manny) as Honey, Tabitha as Haruhi's dad, and skajfgnkjdsfg.
I REALLLYYYY WANT TO FILL THIS, but I would disgrace this prompt.
please anons fill it uppp yoooo.
New Vegas Host Club (1a/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-19 04:49 am (UTC)(link)Tags (so far): crack, het, crossover (Fallout: New Vegas/Ouran High School Host Club)
Summary: While visiting the New Vegas Host Club, F!Courier breaks a very valuable piece of equipment. Having no way to pay for the cost of repair, she must work as the Host Club's assistant (a.k.a. dog) until her debt is repaid in full. Shenanigans ensue.
A/N: What is this? Idek.... This isn't a high school AU *dodges projectiles* Yes, yes, I know. But I just couldn't make that work without feeling like I was subconsciously stealing some things from “New Vegas High” (another fill on the meme). I think it still works this way though. Some characters maybe a bit OOC b/c I kinda combined their personalities with those of the respective Host Club member, but it's all good, I promise.
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“Hey Roxy.”
Courier Six looked at Cass over the edge of the issue of Dean's Electronics she'd been reading. As soon as she saw the grin that the redhead was giving her, her stomach dropped. Roxanna knew that grin, had come to fear it even. It was the same grin that the former caravan owner would give her whenever she was about to ask her to do something either extremely stupid or extremely dangerous -usually a combination of both- that almost always ended with them limping back into the Lucky 38 to a tutting Arcade.
“Shit, don't look at me like that kid,” the older woman laughed as she plunked down next to her.
“What do you want Cass,” the Courier sighed, eyes dropping back down to the magazine.
“Well I was thinking,” she started as she slung an arm around her shoulders, “you do a lot of good. For me, for these asshats we call friends, hell, for this whole goddamn desert!”
“And...” Roxy prompted.
“Annd, well I think it's high time for you to take a load off girl!”
Roxy's back tensed in anticipation of the slap that she knew would be inevitably connecting. “What do you think I'm doing now?” she replied as she resisted the urge to rub her now sore shoulder.
“Being a lame ass,” Cass gave back in a matter-of-fact tone before taking a swig from a dented flask.
The Courier groaned loudly as she rose from her bed. She had this conversation with Cass at least once every other day. What the woman seemed to fail to understand was that Roxanna liked staying in and being a 'lame ass'. Most of her time was spent dodging bullets and fixing other people's problems, which usually led to dodging more bullets. It was a vicious and tiring cycle, one that she was hard pressed to get a break from, though when she did she liked to spend that time quietly and in relative peace. That was not something she could obtain by tramping around various bars and casinos with Cass.
“You're too uptight Rox, just look at ya,” Cass gestured towards the Courier with her flask-hand, a few droplets flying out of the little metal container as she did so, “shoulders all tense and shit, face all scrunched up-”
“I wouldn't be all 'tense and shit' if you didn't insist on slapping me on the back like that,” Six grumbled, rotating her assaulted shoulder until she heard a satisfying pop.
Cass snorted. “God, yer such a wuss. If I hadn't 'ave seen the wounds, I wouldn't believe that you survived two to the face.”
Roxy glared at her before turning on her heel throwing a, “Walking away now,” over her shoulder as she went
Cass hopped off of the bed, quickly stumbling after the Courier. “Don't be such a puss, Rox! You know it's all love.”
She got a glare, but the Courier didn't shrug off the arm that was now slung around her shoulders. “Yeah, yeah...”
“So what do ya say? One night on the town, just one, with me. If you hate it, I'll never get up yer ass about it again.”
Roxanna mulled it over in her head. It was just one night and if it would get Cass off of her back for good... “Fine, I'll go. But I'm bringing reinforcements.”
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New Vegas Host Club (1b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-19 04:51 am (UTC)(link)“No idea,” Six shrugged, “I would say ask Cass, but she's being all secretive and shit.” She shot a look at the aforementioned woman who just grinned that very unsettling grin.
“Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise,” she sing-songed from the front of the group.
“I don't like surprises,” Arcade groused, “Especially your surprises. They usually end up with me sewing people's faces back together.”
“Oh don't be such a bitch Gannon,” Cass laughed. “Look, we're already here and nobody's face got busted.”
“Here?” Roxy and her companions looked up at the big neon Kings sign, their faces bathed in its light. “What the hell are we doing here?”
“What is here?” Veronica asked, her eyes taking in the large blue guitar and dancers that adorned the building.
“As far as I know it's the Kings', that would be a gang, base” Arcade supplied. “Though I've been in there so I can't say for sure...”
“That's what I thought too,” Roxy commented, hand scratching at her chin. “Why'd ya bring us here? Wait, we're not here to pick a fight with these guys, are we? I keep telling you I'm a lover who just happens to be a fighter out of necessity...”
Arcade narrowed his eyes at the redhead. “No, no, no, no, no. We are not starting anything with the Kings Cassidy,” he said in what they referred to as his 'sassy gay' voice.
“I dunno, could be fun,” Veronica said, eyes gleaming as she patted Fritz through her pocket. Oh how she loved to punch things...
Cass snorted loudly. “Don't get yer panties in a twist blondie, we're not here to fight the Kings or anyone for that matter.”
The scribe made a disappointed sound, hand falling away from the glove. “Then what are we here to do?”
“The easiest way to find out is by going in,” Cass said.
“I'm not going in until I know what we're doing here.” That was Arcade.
“So I don't get to punch anyone?” They all looked a Veronica. “...What?”
The Courier let out a deep sigh, moving around her squabbling friends and reaching for the unremarkable metal door. She was ready to get this, whatever this was, over with. The sooner I get in, the sooner I can get out and go... home? As Roxanna pushed open the door a bright, blinding light accompanied by gust of wind -and where those Broc flowers?- greeted her. “Ouch!” she screeched, pulling a flower out of her eye. “What in the actual fuck?!”
“Welcome!” six distinctly male voices greeted the group with varying degrees of excitement.
“Dime ahlergic ta Bah fwors,” Arcade sniffed, a sneeze emphasizing his statement.
“What the fuck?” Six demanded again.
“It's awesome right?” Cass cackled as she pushed past the stunned Courier into the building.
Just go home Roxanna. Don't even ask. Just. Go. Home. Before she could turn around, a hand grasped her firmly around the wrist and yanked her inside. In a classic display of 'if I suffer, we all suffer,' she in turn grabbed Arcade with more strength than her small frame suggested effectively pulling him and the scribe whom was still linked to him by the arm with her.
The lights softened down to something more suitable for the human eye allowing them all to take in their surroundings. The walls were adorned with posters that reached from ceiling to floor while other miscellaneous swag dotted the various surfaces. It all revolved around some man with beautifully quaffed hair and equally stunning eyes, but Roxanna noticed none of it because before her were six of the most handsome men she'd ever seen in her life.
“Uhhh...” she said brightly.
“Huh,” Arcade huffed.
“Oh hell no,” Veronica scoffed.
“Oh hell yes,” Cass laughed.
New Vegas Host Club (1c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)“I think the phrase you're looking for is 'reverse harem',” Arcade supplied helpfully, head starting to clear now that the cursed flowers were no longer being blown in his face.
“Uhhh...” Six said again, blinking dumbly.
“Sir, you insult us,” a man that could only be described as devilishly handsome drawled as he slid from the curved desk which he had been using as a chair, “We're certainly no 'reverse harem.'”
“Then what is this?” Veronica demanded, hand reaching into the large pocket that held Fritz just in case he gave her answer she didn't like.
The man who was apparently the leader of the group, turned his eyes towards her. A lop sided grin graced his face as he practically glided over to her, capturing her free hand in both his. “Why this, little darlin', is the New Vegas Host Club. And I am it's king, The King, but to one as beautiful as yourself, you can just call me Leslie.”
“Right,” Veronica said, yanking her hand away before his lips could make contact. The King's face crumpled, clearly hurt that she resisted his charms. “So Leslie,” she snorted at the name, “you've still haven't told me what this place is and who you people are.”
The King straightened up, mood instantly brightening. “Here we, the Mojave's most handsomest men, entertain the neighboring cities finest-”
“Needless to say, we have way too much time on our hands,” two men -also, surprise!, handsome- in matching black and white buffalo plaid suits said in unison.
“Just think of it as a play ground for the super rich and beautiful,” The King finished.
The words 'super rich' were enough to finally break through the stupor that Six found herself trapped in. “'Super rich?'” she repeated, eyes fixing on Cass as they narrowed into a very intimidating glare, “Cassidy did you spend all of our fuckin' caps on a bunch of-” she stopped short of saying 'male hookers' “-on this?”
“Baby...” Roxanna let out a startled 'eek!' as the King was upon her faster than he should've been given the space that was in between them. He grabbed up her hand in his, bring it up to his lips, “How do you know you're not getting under the 'beautiful' umbrella?”
As he spoke, his breath ghosted over her knuckles, making her mind go blank once again. “Uhhh...”
“Don't worry Miss Yearling, I won't charge you the normal fees like the rest of these degenerates.” Roxy turned her stupefied glace over to the man who'd just spoken. She couldn't see much of his face given the fact that he wore a pair of black sunglasses, something that struck her as odd given the fact that 1.) they were inside and 2.) his skin was so pale that looked like it had never been in contact with the outside world long enough for him ever to require the use of the shades. Short blonde hair topped his tall frame which was covered in ropy muscles that flexed as he scribbled something down on a clipboard with long, elegant fingers.
Roxanna's next 'uhhh' was drowned out by Cass' indignant snort. “Who the hell you callin' a 'degenerate,' Fox?”
“My apologies,” the man now known as Fox said, his voice as cool as ice, “I did not mean to offend your delicate sensibilities,” that was obviously a slight, “ And for the record Cassidy, we're even.”
“Uhhh...”
“Now you don't pay mean ol' Fox any nevermind sugar,” the King said with a chuckle, pulling Six's attention back to him. “As for payment, don't you worry your pretty little head, it's all been taken care of, free of charge. If you're worried about the particulars you should discuss that with the lovely Rose or Mr. Fox, but there are much more interesting things to do here than discuss caps.”
“Uhhh...”
New Vegas Host Club (1d/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-19 04:54 am (UTC)(link)As the scribe turned to leave, a Hispanic man in a red, First Recon beret bounded over to her, wrapping her into bear hug from behind. “Don't leave yet! You've barely gotten to know us!”
In the same instant she growled “Let. Me. Go!” another, deeper voice calmly said “Manny.”
Before Veronica could ram her weaponized hand into the man's leg she was released. She spun around, hood askew and eyes crazed, ready to punch anybody else stupid enough to put their hands on her. “I swear to God,” she started, eyes darting between each member of the 'Host Club,' “if one more of you freaks lay a hand on me, there isn't going to be enough doctors in the Fort to remove your heads from each others asses.” She glared at them all for a moment longer, making sure her words were crystal, before stomping out of the building.
“Well,” the King said after a beat, “That was... eventful...”
“Uhhh...”
Arcade cleared his throat. “Right, well I should. I should probably go after her. Make sure she doesn't, you know introduce a grabby junkie to Mr. Fritz-”
“Or,” the two men in the plaid suits said together as they sidled up on either side of the doctor, “You could stay here, with us.”
The blush that stained Arcade's skin from his hairline down to his neck was the direct result of the plaid clad men were rubbing his arm while smiling in a way that while it couldn't quite be called lewd, but to call it smirking would also be disingenuous. “Well, I guess I could stay, you know, for awhile...”
“Well alright!” The King finally dropped Roxanna's hand in favor of clapping his together. “Now that that's settled, why don't we let the lady of the hour have the pick of the house,” he said in his odd, yet pleasant accent.
“Uhhh?”
At her confused tone the King chuckled. “Pardon my manner's lovely, they seemed to have escaped me,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest before reclaiming her's once more. “I blame you, your beauty drove me to distraction,” he purred before placing another lingering kiss to her knuckles.
“Uhhh,” that one was a bit higher pitched with just a hint of hysteria.
Cass rolled her eyes as she took a pull from her much loved flask. “Can we get this show started, like nowish? I ain't got all night,” she shot.
“Of course, my beautiful blooming Rose. Miss Yearling, if you would be so kind as to choose a host to attend to you for the evening...” She decided to switch it up and go with a confused sounding 'huh?' making the King chuckle again. “Need some help deciding, do we? I can't blame you little mama, this is the finest assortment of gentlemen this side of the Strip. Why don't I help you pick your poison?”
His arm snaked around her waist as he swept her into the center of the room. “Do you prefer the strong, silent type?” he asked as he asked, free hand gesturing towards the sturdily built man who also wore the distinctive red beret and a pair sunglasses (when she retained her wits she was defiantly going to have to find out what was up with all of the people wearing sunglasses not only at night, but indoors). His hands were clasped behind his back as he stood in a loose parade rest. He gave her a tight nod, but no further acknowledgment.
“Or maybe you're one for the sensitive type,” he said as he directed her attention to Manny, the man whom almost became acquainted with Fritz. He gave her a small smile, but still looked shaken by the ordeal.
“The Chairmen seem to already be spoke for,” she looked over at the two men who'd draped themselves all over a very flustered Arcade, “but you don't strike me as the type who'd dig those little mischief makers anyhow.”
“But the cool type,” her eyes instantly shot over to the man with the alluring voice. Mr. Fox didn't bother to look up from the clipboard that he was still writing on, but a smirk that bordered on predatory did pull at his thin lips. “That could work for you...”
“Or maybe,” the King cupped her cheek then, turning her back to face him, “you're into guys like me. The suave, chivalrous type, hmm?”
New Vegas Host Club (1e/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-19 04:57 am (UTC)(link)“Down boy,” Cass laughed, clapping a hand down on either of their shoulders. “You can't do that to this one Les, you'll short circuit her.” The Courier had come back to herself enough to glare at the woman, and Cass had enough of a buzz going that she didn't give two fucks about said glare. “Roxy here isn't that good with people so how about you set her up the special.”
“'The special?'” King repeated, clearly disappointed.
“Trust me on this one, she's a total gear-head, she'll love it,” she replied.
“Okay... we'll boys,” two men with pomade coated hair appeared from seemingly nowhere, “Please escort Miss Yearling to a private room and get her set up with the special.” The two men nodded before hooking an arm through either of Six's and leading her into the next room.
The voices of her friends and the hosts faded the further they went, but before they were totally out of range she could hear the King's distinctive drawl lament, “It's a damn shame, a pretty little thing like her being into bots...”
'Into bots?' Roxy thought, What does he mean, 'into bots?' Like 'bots' as in robots? Her brows furrowed in confusion. Wait. As in... as in sexbots?! Her mouth fell open at the realization. Oh my fuckin'- I'm going to fuckin' kill Cass.
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“Please assume the position.”
Roxanna stared at the sexbot, eyebrow arched. Under different circumstances she would've found this hilarious, but considering the fact that she was the one being propositioned... not so much.
“Fisto is programmed to please.” It vibrated a pincher as if to emphasize this point. That earned a laugh.
“Fisto, eh?” the Courier mused out loud as she leaned in close to the bot, but not close enough to look as if she were trying to 'assume the position.' “What does that stand for?”
The protectron's head light blinked rapidly for a moment, looking for an answer to her question. “Fisto: Fully Integrated Security Technotronic Officer,” it finally replied.
'Officer', right, figured as much from the paint job. Wow, they must've repurposed the hell outta it. Her inner techy came out then, prompting her to lean in closer still. I'd sure like to crack this baby open and get my hands on its hardware...
Fisto seemed to take her interested look as an invitation. Its pincers spun for a second before vibrating again. “I am programmed for your pleasure.”
Roxy leaned back then, nose crinkling. “Somehow I don't think that was always your job buddy.”
Fisto blinked at her some more, clearly confused with the whole situation, and rightly so. He'd probably been at this gig for years now and she could safely assume that none of his... customers... had ever been up for much conversation. “Numbness will subside in several minutes...” The words sounded more like a question than a statement.
“Oooo-kaaay,” she didn't even want to know why they felt the need to program that particular little gem in, nor did she want to find out. “So, Fisto, you're here for my pleasure?” It redoubled its vibrating efforts. “How's about you let me root around in your noggin then? That would bring me maximum pleasure.”
“...Fisto is programmed to please...”
“Awesome!” she laughed, cracking her knuckles. Fisto approached her, pincers still vibrating. “Stop that,” she ordered. The sexbot obeyed. “If you promise to keep those things to yourself, I'll promise to be gentle...”
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-19 09:30 am (UTC)(link)GOD
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I AM TRYING TO READ BUT THERE ARE LITERALLY TEARS IN MY EYES
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NOT EVEN HALFWAY DONE SO EXCITED TO READ THIS I CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-27 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)I don't have anything else to do today so I'm saying 'eff you' to RL and locking myself in my room until I come up with a plot and a few chapters for this story. Hopefully I'll have an update for you fine people tonight!
New Vegas Host Club (2a/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-28 03:27 am (UTC)(link)*-*-*
“Arcade, baby, Ima make you another atomic cocktail,” Benny purred as he headed for the bar on the other side of the room. Or was that Swank? It was hard for him to tell which was which at the moment, what with all of the alcohol currently running though his system.
Arcade shook his head, something that proved to be a bad idea if the way the room started to wobble was any indication. “Nooo, I-” he paused trying to get his tongue to work in cooperation with his brain, “I couldn't. Shouldn't-”
“Aww,” Swank, yes he was pretty sure that the one rubbing his knee was Swank, sighed, “don't be like that baby. Loosen up a bit.” He put a finger under Arcade's chin, turning him until their eyes met, “Let your hair down...” Slowly the Chairman reached up and removed the thick framed glasses from the Follower's face. “Well ring-a-ding, ain't you sight for sore eyes?”
Arcade's cheeks, which were already slightly red from the cocktails he consumed, turned redder still at the way Swank looked it at him. The man studied his eyes for a moment before allowing his own to travel downwards to the others lips. Swank's tongue darted out wet his lips before his eyes looked back to Arcade's. It was like every cheesy book and vid he'd ever come into contact with, but despite that he leaned forward slightly giving the silent permission that the other man was seeking. Swank leaned forward then, tilting his head slightly as he helped to close the distance between them. Their lips were close enough to feel the others warm breath ghosting across the sensitive skin, but it wasn't close enough and-
BAM! POP! FIZZLE!
The pair jerked apart as if they'd been electrocuted. “What the hell was that?” Swank called over to his fellow Chairman.
“I don't know,” Benny replied, placing the rocket-shaped mixer on the bartop, “but we should probably go find out.”
As the Chairmen rushed out of the door, Arcade sat there stunned. What just happened? Did I... did we almost just kiss? Well the answer to that one was pretty damn obvious. So we almost just kissed and then something blew up. Huh. He rubbed at his temples which were beginning to throb.
His alcohol-addled body didn't quite appreciate the loud and sudden noise. You'd think I'd have built up an immunity to them -though the only immunity against sounds would be going deft so it's probably a good that I haven't- but things always seem to blow up around Roxanna and- wait. He paused, trying to figure out what the chances were of this particular explosion being the Courier's fault.
His conclusion? Pretty damn good.
Shit.
With a sigh he rose from the couch, sliding his glasses back into place as he stood, and headed towards the door. He wasn't quite sure if he should thank Roxanna for interrupting his almost-kiss or slap her for it, but the feeling of disappointment mixed with a touch of longing had him leaning more towards the latter.
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New Vegas Host Club (2b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-28 03:28 am (UTC)(link)Long after this endless summer has gone
I'll be lonely oh so lonely
Living only to remember you-”
Cassidy wasn't sure what everybody else thought was going on during the time she spent alone with the Leslie in his quarters, but she was sure it wasn't this. Not that she gave a single fuck. This time wasn't about them, nor the King (though he did play a key part), it wasn't even about her. No this- this was all about her dad. She couldn't remember much about the man, time and years of drowning herself in booze made sure of that, but there was one thing that the years and hangovers couldn't make her forget and that was his singing.
“I'll remember too
Your voice as soft as the warm summer breeze
Your sweet laughter, mornings after
Ever after, I'll remember you-”
He wasn't good, often forgetting words and singing off key, but that didn't matter. His singing was a comfort to her. He rarely did it, only allowing his words to flow when he thought nobody was listening, but Cass always managed to be hiding just out of view when he did so. Thinking back now, she realized that he probably knew when she was there, the old man was as perceptive as he was strong. But that was okay too, she supposed, it gave the whole thing a bit more meaning.
“To your arms someday I'll return to stay
Till then I will remember too
Every bright start we made wishes upon
Love me always, promise always
Oooh, you'll remember too-”
And now, sitting there nursing the liquor in her flask while listing to the King croon on about wishes and promises she had to bite back tears. His baritone caressed the words, singing them in perfect timing to the strumming of his guitar, where as her father's bass would've rumbled over them as he did something mundane as cleaning his gun, but the effect was still the same. She felt calm, at peace, and -though she'd never admit it out loud- comforted.
“I'll remember you...”*
The King let the final note fade, leaving them both in a comfortable silence. She allowed a small smile to adorn her lips, mind wondering just where in this sorry excuse for a world -rather it be in a cave or a shallow grave- her old man was. She'd like to believe he was still out there, wandering around being a surly old cuss, but he was old; doubly so if one considered the lack of longevity in wastelanders. The thought was depressing, and depression, she'd learned, did not mix well with drinking. Time for another song.
“Hey Les, hows about you-”
BAM! POP! FIZZLE!
Cass stopped mid-sentence, exchanging a look with the King before rubbing a weary hand at her eyes. She knew that sound, just as anybody traveling with Roxanna for more than a week would. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have found it particularly troubling, but considering the only protectron with in a twenty foot radius was most defiantly not hostile...
“Now you just hold tight my lovely Rose,” Leslie said as he placed his guitar back in its case, “that sounds like something the King needs to attend to.”
Cass pushed up from the couch, ignoring his instructions. If that sound was what she thought it was -and really, what else could it be?- then she was going to have to do some damage control. She took another swig from her flask before tucking it into her pocket and heading down the hall.
New Vegas Host Club (2c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-28 03:29 am (UTC)(link)I doubt that I can talk my way out of this one, not with a decapitated Fisto at my feet. Roxanna chanced a look at the man. His lips were pursed, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he waited for an answer. “I did it for science?” she offered lamely.
The two guards, whom had been standing just inside of the doorway on either side, guffawed at her answer, but stopped at the glare (or what Six assumed to be one under those sunglasses) from the Fox. He pinched the bridge of his nose, head shaking slightly at her weak defense. It wasn't any excuse, she knew that, but it was actually the truth. Her father did always tell her that one day her scientific curiosity was going to land her in a world of trouble. And, it would seem, that today was that day.
Fox stared at her then, his eye accessory doing nothing to lessen the intensity of his gaze, and Roxy found it to be the single most unnerving thing she'd ever had the displeasure of experiencing. Just as the silence became to be too much, his glare too penetrating, the King bust through the door with Cass hot on his heels.
“What's going on here?” he demanded, looking to his second for answers.
“See for yourself,” Fox sighed as he moved to give the new arrivals a better look.
The King's eyes went wide as he took in scene. “Whoa mama...”
“Dammit Rox!” Cass growled as she kicked a rather large piece of Fisto's head casing, “This is why we can't have nice things.”
Before the Courier could reply, two more bodies pushed their way into the room. The two men in the First Recon berets slid to a stop on either side of the King, scoped hunting rifles at the ready. “We heard a loud noise, is everything okay?” Manny asked.
“'Okay?' No. But nothing needs to be shot. You two can put those things away,” the King said.
“Huh?” the second beret barer who's name she never got looked around the room, eyes growing wider as he took in the details and pieced them together. “Damn.”
“That's an understatement,” Manny breathed.
“This is-” Roxy found herself being cut off once more by people stampeding into the room. This time it was the two walking chessboards and Arcade.
“Is everything in the groove Boss?” they asked as they peeked around the others.
“Considering the fact that our sexbot is laying beheaded on the floor, I'd say no, things are most certainly not 'in the groove,'” Fox sighed.
The men looked down at the aforementioned bot with gaping mouths. “Fisto!”
“He pulled in three hundred caps per customer easy!” the one on the right said. “And at three to four customers a night... ”
“Now you've done it Courier, that sexbot was worth eight thousand caps all by itself!” the one on the left cried.
Now it was Six's turn to go all wide eyed. “'Eight thousand caps...'” Eight thou- I don't! I can't! God, how many caps do I have saved up? Last I checked there was three thousand in the safe, but then Raul needed to get some spare parts to fix up our weapons and ED-E- that was seven-hundred. Then we had to pay off the Omertas last week after Cass and Veronica's little stunt in their casino- that takes off a thousand. And Arcade needed more medical supplies and Lily needed her flour to bake with, not to mention groceries and I'm pretty sure that I saw Veronica in a new dress yesterday and- Oh my God, I can't pay these people!
New Vegas Host Club (2d/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-02-28 03:30 am (UTC)(link)“With what money?” Fox asked as he flipped to a page on his clipboard. “I know you're in the habit of doing jobs for free -a trait that I find odd considering your former job as a courier- and keeping all of your companions healthy and well fed is not cheap. Not to mention the thousand caps you recently paid Nero and well-”
“How in the hell do you know that?” Roxy demanded as she rose to her feet.
He looked up from the clipboard then, a small, sinister smile pulling at his lips. “Why I know everything there is to know about you, Miss Yearling.” Roxanna narrowed her eyes at him earning a scoff. Fox made a dismissing gesture with his hand, clearly stating that he was through with her, before turning his attention to the King. “What say you?”
The King, who'd been very quiet up until then, let out a deep breath. “Well this is a situation, no doubt about it. I'm sure that Miss Yearling's an honorable woman, so she'll do the honorable thing and pay to get ol' Fisto fixed up.”
Six gave him a weak smile that boarded on a grimace. “I can do that. Every spare cap I make will go to you. Now, I just need to find some work...”
“You won't have to look very far honey,” the King chuckled as he moved to wrap an arm around the Courier's shoulders, “because your pretty little self will be staying right here.”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?”
*-*-*
After ten minutes of arguing, yelling, negotiating, death threats, and Cass mumbling about 'being to drunk for this shit', they still hadn't come any closer to an agreement.
“How about this,” Arcade started, “Roxanna will stay here-”
“The hell I will Gannon!”
“and I with her,” he continued on as Roxy strung together her most impressive sentence of profanities yet, “Cass can go home and let our friends know what's going on so that they're not worried, and in the morning when we're all a bit more level headed we can discuss this further.”
The Hosts looked to their King who shrugged, then to the Fox who nodded, and finally to the Courier who's shoulders slumped in defeat. “I guess that's the best deal I'm gonna get, huh?”
“So it would seem,” Fox said, arms crossed tightly across his chest, clearly no happier about the situation that she was. “Since you've already redecorated this room, you can stay in here for the night Miss Yearling. Mickey can show you to your room Mister Gannon and as for-”
“There's no need for that,” Arcade interrupted, moving to wrap an arm around his friend's shoulders, “I'll be staying in here, with here.”
Fox rolled his eyes, the motion some how translating despite the fact that it was unseen. “If that is what you wish. Mickey, Vic, please escort Miss Cassidy home, and on your way out send up somebody to clean up this mess.”
“Oh there's no need for that. Cleaning this up is the least I can do,” Roxanna mumbled.
“Already falling into the roll of the Host Club's dog- oh excuse me, I meant assistant,” Fox, anything but repentant, purred at her.
Six decided then that he was a bastard and that if given the chance she would beat his head in with that clipboard before shoving it up his ass. He gave her a knowing smile as if he could read her thoughts, and in turn she gave him her most murderous glare. The corners of his mouth turned upwards even more making her glare deepen. She really, really, really did not like this man.
“Well now that that's all taken care of,” King said brightly, totally unaware of the exchange taking place between the pair, “I'm off to bed.”
Taking this as their cue to leave, the other Hosts, along with Cass -who slapped the Courier upside the head in way of saying goodbye- and the two guards, filed out of the room leaving only Roxanna, Arcade, (what was left of) Fisto, and Fox. The latter took one last look at the sexbot before heading for the door.
“Just so you know, Miss Yearling, running won't get you very far,” Fox tossed over his shoulder just as he crossed the threshold. “Sweet dreams, Courier,” he bade, amusement clear in his voice, as he closed the door behind him.
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A/N: *“I'll Remember You” by Elvis.
Re: New Vegas Host Club (2d/?)
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(Anonymous) 2012-03-07 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)*-*-*
Roxanna resisted the urge to sigh yet again as she crawled towards her shared bed. She'd finally finished cleaning up the mess she'd made (well in the physical sense, the more pressing matter at hand was not so easily taken care of), a task that she would've been done with sooner had she not bothered with salvaging what parts of Fisto that she could. Slowly she slid in between the sheets, not wanting to jostle the man that already lay there, but glassy blue eyes snapping up to meet her's told her that her actions were in vain.
“Sorry, didn't mean to wake you,” she apologized as she sped up her movements.
“You didn't,” Arcade yawned, arching his back a bit. “I never went to sleep, you were making too much noise.”
She mumbled another apology as she shifted around in search of a comfortable position. The mattress was smaller than the ones back at the 38, a fact that made it difficult for her to find a way to lay that didn't involve her draping herself across Arcade Finally he took pity on her and pulled her in so that her back was against his chest.
“This is so fucked up,” Six said after a moment. “I really put my foot in it this time, didn't I Arc?”
“Looks that way.”
She snorted. “Does that somewhat pessimistic reply mean you can't make this problem go away with logic?”
She felt his chuckles vibrating though his chest and into her back. “Go to sleep Roxanna, we'll figure this out in the morning.”
*-*-*
Cass woke up with a stretch and sigh. Her head was killing her, and her mouth was overly dry, but she didn't wake up in a strange place or a pool of her own vomit so she figured it would be a good day. Though waking up in a strange place isn't always a bad thing, she mused as she headed for the bathroom. Well, providing who you wake up next to is attractive enough. When she found the washroom to be empty she figured it was going to be a doubly good day. Usually Veronica or Arcade had the room sewed up, with the former checking out her ass in the mirror and the latter spending an ungodly amount of time on his hair.
Twenty minutes later and she was leaving the room feeling clean and relaxed. The smell of sweetrolls and coffee greeted her as she entered the kitchen and she wasted no time helping herself to two of the pastries and a mug that was just as much whiskey as it was coffee. With a contented sigh she bit into the sweetroll, chewing slowly so as to fully enjoy the way the sweetness of the icing combated the spicy richness of the cinnamon. Yup, today was turning out to be pretty fucking awesome.
“WHERE'S MY GRANDBABY?!”
Cassidy rolled her eyes. It was always something.
New Vegas Host Club (3b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-07 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)“IT'S MY DEAR BECKY! SHE'S MISSING! I WENT TO GO TAKE HER SOME FOOD BUT SHE'S NOT IN HER ROOM!” Lily yelled as she ran towards Cass who began to back up. The old nightkin had never intentionally hurt anyone in their messed up little family, but there was a first time for everything.
Veronica tentatively poked her head out of the rec room. “Everything okay out here?”
Lily swiveled around to face her so fast that a sweetroll actually flew off of the tray in her hands. “HAVE YOU SEEN BECKY?! SHE'S NOT IN HER ROOM OR ANYWHERE ELSE IN THE HOUSE!”
The scribe furrowed her eyebrows, clearly confused about the whole situation. “The last time I saw her was last night at th-” she stopped mid-word and eyed the redhead. “Cassidy, where's our dearest Courier?” she asked, voice deceptively sweet.
Cass blew ran a hand through her hair. “She's uhh, she's still at the King's place. They're kinda holding her there becau-”
“DON'T WORRY SWEETHEART, GRANDMA'S COMING!” Lily yelled, tossing the tray into a wall as she ran full speed towards the elevators.
“Wait for us!” Veronica cried as she started after her.
Cass huffed, but ran after them. Roxy would never forgive her if she allowed her beloved nightkin to go on a killing spree.
As soon as the elevator doors opened Lily was off again. The motley group exited the casino, nearly running over Raul who was just returning from taking Rex and ED-E for a walk.
For his part, the ghoul didn't miss a beat, easily falling into step with the women despite his self-proclaimed arthritic joints. “Why are we running?” he asked.
“We're going to go save Six from a reverse harem!” Veronica replied, her power glove clad hand flexing in anticipation of the new and interesting faces she and Mr. Fritz were about to become acquainted with.
“Right.” If he noticed the slightly manic, if gleeful, tone in her voice he chose to ignore it. “I guess it's a good thing I never leave the house without my baby,” he said, hand unconsciously reaching out to pat the magnum on his hip.
Cass snorted, but made no further comment. And the day started off so nicely.
*-*-*
As Roxanna sat next to a very hungover Arcade she came to two conclusions:
1.) The members of the Host Club looked ever better (a thing that she think was physically possible) in the daytime. And-
2.) The next time she saw her, she was going to fucking kill Rose of Sharon Cassidy.
The King sat across from her, with Fox standing behind his right shoulder scribbling something down on that damned clipboard. Behind her, the two men with the First Recon berets stood on either side of the door, guarding it she supposed, while the Chairmen were nowhere to be seen.
“How are you feeling this morning, little mama?” the King asked, lop-sided grin beaming at her.
“Well aside from owning you all an ass load of caps that I don't have, I'm just peachy,” Roxanna said with as much dryness as she could muster before looking at the doctor slumped down in his chair. “Wish I could say the same for my friend here.”
“Please, don't mind me,” Arcade said as he waved his hand dismissively.
The King chuckled. “One too many atomic cocktails?” Arcade nodded, but regretted it as the motion only served to aggravate his pounding head. “Those things will do you in. I remember this one time I-” Fox cleared his throat loudly. “Ahh right, we should probably get to the matter at hand.”
“That would be best,” Fox said, eyes still on his clipboard.
“Well Miss Yearling,” King started, “it seems pretty cut and dry to me. You owe us thirteen thousand caps-”
Roxy narrowed her eyes at him. “I thought it was only eight.”
“Yes, to get a new protectron,” Fox said, sunglass-covered eyes leaving the clipboard for the first time since she entered the room. “The other five thousand is for programing.” Roxy gaped at him making that arrogant smirk grow even more.
New Vegas Host Club (3c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-07 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)“That's a nice idea in theory-” King started.
“But to be honest, we can't trust you Miss Yearling,” Fox finished, eyes back on his clipboard.
“Why not?” Roxy whined. Fox opened his mouth to reply in an undoubtedly snide matter, but was cut off by a nightkin battle cry.
Yes! The cavalry is here! Roxanna thought as she jumped out her seat and bounded out of the room with the red berets on her heels.
“The fuck?” the still unnamed beret barer mumbled and Roxy couldn't help but to laugh. There, surrounded by a gaggle of Kings stood Lily with the rest of their companions on either side of her, weapons drawn. The blue giant had one of the Chairmen in a headlock and the other by the neck.
As soon as Lily saw the object of her fixation she tossed the men to either side and bounded over to her, wrapping Six in a crushing embrace. “OH THERE YOU ARE BECKY! YOU HAD GRANDMA WORRIED SICK! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE YOUNG LADY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WITH ALL OF THESE HOOLIGANS?!”
Roxy slapped at the nightkin's arm, wheezing, “Grand-ma- I can't- can't breathe!”
“Huh,” unnamed beret barer one huffed (she really needed to find out his name).
“Can I start punching things now or...” Veronica inquired.
“You're grandmama's a nightkin?” the King questioned.
“You okay over there Boss?” Raul checked.
“That nightkin damaged the door on the way in, not to mention two of our hosts. That's another five hundred caps on your tab Courier.” That was obviously the Fox.
“Lily, I think you're killing Becky,” Arcade pointed out, making the woman let go.
“Who the hell is Becky?” Manny wondered aloud.
“LANGUAGE MISTER!” Lily growled.
“I'm not nearly drunk enough to deal with this,” Cass sighed.
“I can explain,” Roxanna announced to the room in general after taking a few much needed breaths.
*-*-*
New Vegas Host Club (3d/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-07 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)“I guess I know who my real friends are now,” Roxanna mumbled as she hugged Rex around his neck. ED-E chirped happily as it floated around her head, glad to be one of the few still among her good graces. The two creatures were the only two that would -and technically could- stay with her.
“Don't be like that Boss. It won't be that bad,” Raul said, as he twirled the corner of his mustache- something he only did when he was bullshitting someone.
“And the Hosts all seem nice enough,” Arcade said, a slight blush coloring his cheeks, “If a bit odd,” he amended.
Cass shook her head as she fished her flask out of a jacket pocket. “It's yer own fault. You were suppose to fuck the thing, not dismantle it,” she snarked, earning a glare.
“LANGUAGE!” Lily shouted. To the Courier she said, “CHIN UP DEARIE, THIS'LL ALL BE OVER SOON ENOUGH! AND LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU! YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO MESS AROUND WITH MR. TOMPSON'S THINGS. WORKING OFF YOUR DEBT IS THE LEAST YOU CAN DO!”
A few snickers came from the two Kings guarding the door and Roxanna sighed. Great. Not only am I stuck here, now everybody thinks I'm apart of a freak show. Just. Fuckin'. Great. “Well, I guess I should get inside,” she said finally. “I'm sure that Fox has something for me to do.”
“A lot of somethings, actually.” Roxy let out a small 'eep!' as the man appeared behind her from seemingly nowhere. He smiled as he handed her a piece of paper with a list of chores. “I've listed them in the order in which they should be done. Seeing as some of those activities are a bit time consuming you might want to get started now.”
Six resisted the urge to glare at him, knowing the gesture would only serve to make the smirk he was sporting grow that much wider, as she took the paper from his hand. “Fine,” she said dryly. “Well, I'm going to get to it. See you guys later,” she said sadly to her friends.
They said their goodbyes -with promises to come and see her sometime during the week on their side, and promises not to do something stupid on her side- and then they left. Roxanna watched them, heaving a sigh when her eyes could no longer follow their path. She looked down at Rex who sat at her feet, tail wagging happily and then up to ED-E who let out an understanding chirp and sighed again. You're not going to make any money standing about out here, her brain reminded her, so with yet another sigh -she had a feeling a lot more of those would be in her near future- she entered the building and got ready to work.
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A/N: Becky is Jimmy's sister and since Lily calls the M!Courier 'Jimmy' it would stand to reason that she would call a F!Courier 'Becky' though she never does so in the game. *insert the CBS 'The More You Know' Star* Also! Updates will be slow -well slower- because ME3 will be owing my life for the foreseeable future, so between getting ready for midterms and that I probably won't have much time to write. I'll still try to get at least something up once a week, but the chapters won't be as long as the first one.
Re: New Vegas Host Club (3d/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 02:38 am (UTC)(link)(also good luck with midterms! I've got finals this week so I feel your pain ughhh)
A!A here...
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