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The Talk+Fisto=Who cleans the robot?
Date: 2012-04-26 06:12 pm (UTC)The subject of robot prostitutes came up.
I'm sure you can imagine what came to mind (no pun intended).
One of the ladies asked who's job it is to clean the robot after a...session.
Please, please, someone come up with something. It is one of the brothers? A janitor-type fellow who doesn't get paid nearly enough?
Go to town.
Not Touching It 1/1
Date: 2012-05-07 06:22 am (UTC)“No.”
“Oh, come on, just until—“
“No, I will not touch that thing. There’s no way in hell.”
“But Kate—“
“Don’t you ‘but Kate’ me! I am not putting my hands on it. I don’t know where it’s been, I don’t want to know where it’s been, I will not touch it, under any circumstances. I love you like a brother, James, but I am not doing this. I got you the damn thing, for chrissake!”
Cass nursed a bottle of whiskey at the barstool adjacent to the courier as she listened to the argument in unconcealed amusement.
James Garret was looking around nervously, holding out his hands to calm the woman in front of him. “Alright, relax Kate, keep it down. Listen, just think of it as a business offer. What if I pay you to do it? 50 caps? Is that enough?”
Kate was obviously incensed. Her bleached white hair bounced around her reddened face, her eyes narrowed. “James, no. You just don’t get it. I’m not gonna do it. Why can’t you ask Frankie to do it or something?”
Cass laughed loud at the way his jaw dropped. “Are you out of your mind? Francine would kill me if I even hinted that I wanted her to do that…” He looked around wearily to check for any sign of his sister. Finding none, he turned back. “Please, please Kate!”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Nope. Ask Beatrix. No, even better, ask Santiago; there’s no reason that useless sack of shit can’t do it.”
“I can’t have my merchandise tending to the other merchandise. It isn’t good for business, it slows customer flow down!”
“Well then that’s too bad.” Kate wasn’t sympathetic at all. Cass almost expected the man to wither away and die with how desperate he was. Finally, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and sighed.
“Alright, Garret, I’ll do it.”
James looked absolutely relieved out of that, Kate just looked repulsed. “Ugh, Cass, come on. Some self respect, please?”
She took back another swig before replying. “It’s not like it isn’t anything I haven’t dealt with before. I just have to clean it, and besides, I’ll be getting 50 caps and another bottle of whiskey for this.” She looked at the casino owner, nodding her head so that he understood the terms of this agreement.
“Yeah, sure lady, whatever you want. I’ll show you where it is.”
As Cass went to follow him to the room were Fisto was being kept, she heard Kate call to her. “I’m never touching you again! And I’m telling Veronica as soon as she peels herself away from the blackjack table!”
She smirked. “Well, looks like I’m in for a lot of lonely nights with my hand. Or maybe Fisto will fix that right up for me.” She howled with laughter when she saw the disgusted look on Kate’s face.
Re: Not Touching It 1/1
Date: 2012-05-10 01:23 pm (UTC)Re: Not Touching It 1/1
Date: 2012-05-10 02:18 pm (UTC)