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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?”
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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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kiss kiss fall in love
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-29 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: New Vegas Host Club (2d/?)
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