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What's a Girl Gotta do to Get A Gannon Cannon Around Here? (pt3)

[(Anonymous)]

The gloom was hurting Boone’s eyes, and he looked over his shoulder at the small attic window at the far end of the room. Years of dirt and grime coated the panes of glass, causing the weak light that filtered in to become dingy and grey. Boone took one of the graying sheets over to the window and wiped at a century of grime. The sheet nearly came apart in his hand, but luckily some of the grit came with it. He looked out of the window, nonchalant until he saw horned figures creeping towards the door of their building. “Cass,” he barked. “Fiends. They’ve surrounded the building. We’ve got to secure a position.” Boone pivoted around, expecting to see Cass in a whirl of action. That’s why he was quite confused to find her leaning against the wall looking back at him with a calm expression.

“Are you deaf,” Boone bawled, “I said—“

“I heard what you said,” Cass interjected. “But I need a favor, Boone.”

“Cass, the Fiends,” he barked, striding past her. He paused once he realized that she wasn’t following him. “Are you crazy woman,” he shouted at Cass, who hadn’t moved an inch.

“So about this favor,” Cass started. Boone looked on impatiently, gesturing with his hands to hurry up. “I have it on good authority that your boyfriend’s packing a concealed weapon in his pants. Let’s call it a Gannon Cannon. I’ve heard a few tales and had a little peek, and I must say I’m intrigued. But I’d hate to make Gannon cheat on his precious Boonifer, so let’s just call it fair and make it a threesome?” The look Boone favored her with would have withered a lesser woman, but Cass met his gaze levelly, until a bullet whizzed past Boone’s ear, causing him to hit the deck with a muffled swear. Boone floundered on the floor, attempting to draw his gun, the handle of which had somehow gotten caught in his belt. They could hear footsteps on the stairs now, and Boone’s eyes were bugging out of his head.

“Tonight, we’re getting Arcade drunk, renting a hotel room in Gomorrah, and taking turns firing the Gannon Cannon, capiche?” Cass yelled, ready to fire her gun as soon as Boone agreed.

“YES! OK! JUST FIRE, DAMMIT!” Boone yelled back frantically. Cass gave a great whoop and her aim was deadly with the big iron on her hip.

XxXxX

They trudged north towards New Vegas in the fading light. Anger seethed out of Boone, and Cass reflected that if she had a Pip-Boy, it’d probably be giving off Geiger ticks right now. “No need to pout, I had the situation under control.” Her assurance didn’t calm Boone. That was some dumb shit Cass pulled back there and it could have gotten them killed. All for some stupid practical joke, or whatever. He reflected that this warranted sharing, and told Cass so.

“Practical joke?” she snorted. “Brother, I was dead serious.”

“Obviously I’m not doing that,” Boone snapped back.

“Yes, you are,” Cass said in her don’t-challenge-me voice. “You’re gonna have a drunken threesome with me and Gannon, and dammit, you’re gonna like it. Because if you don’t, next chance I get, I’m going to march straight to Novac, and tell the residents that poor little knocked up me is lookin’ for her baby daddy, a surly first recon man she met on the Vegas Strip. Or if you prefer, I could take a jaunt down to Camp McCarren, party it up with the first recon boys, then let it slip that their old buddy Boone takes it up the ass from a nerdy doctor with the Followers of the Apocalypse.”

Boone stopped dead in his tracks. Deep in his heart, he knew this crazy bitch meant every word she just said. There were only two options; kill her or give into her demands. He considered the former for a moment, before casting the idea away with resignation. He didn’t have it in him to kill Cass, simple as that. She may be a raging bitch, but didn’t give him reason enough to kill her.

“Fine,” Boone spat. “On the conditions that you bring a shit ton of alcohol, I don’t have to fuck you, and we never, ever speak of it again after tonight.”

“Done and done,” Cass said with a wolfish grin.

Re: What's a Girl Gotta do to Get A Gannon Cannon Around Here? (pt3)

[(Anonymous)]

Love it! Hope to read more SOON!
*rubs hands*

Re: What's a Girl Gotta do to Get A Gannon Cannon Around Here? (pt3)

[(Anonymous)]

Whoop! can't wait for the next bit. I love your writing style.