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Re: Tag, You're It [4/4]
Date: 2012-01-07 04:17 am (UTC)“Evening,” Boone grinned at him from the kitchen doorway. “How did it go?”
“He's.. um.. seeing someone else.” Arcade looked at the floor. Sometimes it seemed like Boone could read minds, and he was hoping it didn't work if he refused to make eye contact.
“Huh,” Boone said, in a tone that suggested that his hope was in vain. “Courier was looking for you earlier.”
“Are you boys talking about me?” the Courier's door opened a couple of inches, and she slithered out into the hallway, then firmly shut it behind her.
“Damn,” Boone said under his breath. “Good luck with that.” He slapped Arcade on the shoulder, before retreating rapidly into his bedroom.
Arcade had to admit that damn was an appropriate reaction, even under the dirty lights of the Lucky 38. She had somehow sourced an intact pair of nylon stockings, and paired them with an impossibly high set of heels that drew the eye up her leg to her short, tight black dress. The tight curve of her waist and the dizzying height of her breasts spoke less of ribbon and lace, and more of boning and leather. The kind of industrial strength lingerie that the Gomorrah would only sell to patrons who knew the password.
“Can we have that talk now, Arcade?” she pouted at him. The effect of her doe eyed expression was enhanced by a thick layer of black eyeliner and blood red lipstick.
“Sure,” Arcade's voice squeaked, and he cleared his throat. “Can I say first of all that I am flattered, and you have really put in a stellar effort. If I was inclined to be impressed by any of this in general,” he waved his hand in the general direction of her breasts, “then I would definitely be impressed by you specifically.”
“... thank you?” she said, giving him a puzzled look.
“What I'm trying to say is that I like you. You have many fine qualities. But you are missing one quality I am looking for, in that you are not a man. Because I am gay.”
She stared at him, her brow furrowed, for what felt like an eternity. “Well Arcade, I'm glad that you felt comfortable sharing that with me. But I actually already knew that.”
“And you're ok?” he felt a great weight lift off him.
“Can we please stop mucking about? I need to talk to you. About Benny.”
“Benny?” Now Arcade was truly lost.
“A few days ago I went to the Tops, and he's back. And I know that he was kind of a jerk, taking off like he did, but he said he was sorry, and he took me out and we had such a nice time,” the pitch and speed of her voice was rising progressively, “that he asked me to marry him and I said yes please don't yell at me.”
“Benny?” Arcade repeated.
“Yes.”
“The man who shot you.”
“...yes.”
“Twice.”
“Yes.” A single tear spilled over and drew a thick black line down her cheek.
Arcade stared at her, and imagined a future spent gently steering her away from a parade of ill-advised matches. Or a future in which the ruler of Las Vegas was married to an amoral opportunist who had tried to kill her.
Medici graviores morbos asperis remediis curant, he thought.
“Mazel tov,” he said, sweeping her into a hug.
A/N - Medici graviores morbos asperis remediis curant = Doctors cure the more serious diseases with harsh remedies
Re: Tag, You're It [4/4]
Date: 2012-01-07 06:27 pm (UTC)And captcha: I'm not even going to try to type that lambda.
Re: Tag, You're It [4/4]
Date: 2012-01-09 09:33 pm (UTC)LOVE LOVE LOVE. <3
Re: Tag, You're It [4/4]
Date: 2012-01-11 07:09 am (UTC)Re: Tag, You're It [4/4]
Date: 2012-01-12 07:50 am (UTC)OP of the prodigal prompt
Date: 2012-03-14 06:15 am (UTC)Author!Anon, I love you SO MUCH that words cannot possible DESCRIBE. This especially was what I was hoping for:
“Can I say first of all that I am flattered, and you have really put in a stellar effort. If I was inclined to be impressed by any of this in general,” he waved his hand in the general direction of her breasts, “then I would definitely be impressed by you specifically.”
Your Arcade is so perfect and you are so perfect and the WORLD is SO perfect. <3
A!A
Date: 2012-03-18 09:49 am (UTC)Glad you liked it, OP.