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Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 7/?
Date: 2012-05-07 06:37 am (UTC)The entire day throughout, if described, would have been marked as uneventful. A few patrons continued to linger around in the bar even after all their caps had been snatched up from the eccentric bartender. He acknowledged that once all the booze withered away from their thick skulls, the few hang-ons would disappear.
He would never hesitate to claim that he severely disliked the crowds. Not at all. The run-away mouths that jabbered on about complete utter non-sense, the ghoulettes that blared their laughter at unfunny jokes, the ghouls that latched on to said females in their desperate action to get laid. All the things only a drunk-minded ghoul would tolerate.
He also didn't care for the casual 'friend' that would mosey on over to Charon's corner of the room and initiate conversation that he wouldn't allow himself to engage in what-so-ever. Due his contract.
The only true excitement that came from the notorious bar was that piece of scum ghoul that wanted more from his caps. He tried to hustle his way in for more liquor. Of course, once the ghoul became violent, that was when Charon had an excuse to use his incredible force to handle the angered costumer. A few blows to the head, and a barrel down someone's throat always managed to settle a violent dispute.
He hadn't expected much from the evening either. He closed his eyes and perched himself up against the wall. He felt an itch on his sore back. He used the roughness of his gun and his outfit to scratch away the uncomfortable feeling. He relaxed and sighed with relief.
That was when a smoothskin approached the already half open bar doors. Charon noticed the figure right away, and re-positioned himself on the wall so he appeared more bodyguard-like again. She huffed and puffed when she walked inside the place, as though she jogged all the way up here. Her light colored skin shined with beads of sweat, and her face was remarkably clean with only speckles of dirt on her cheekbones. Her hair clung to the sides of her face and forehead, and her body screamed 'sleep deprivation'.
She strode in the bar after she carefully eyed the area. She noticed the red haired ghoul as he kept note of every movement she made. He didn't bat an eyelash at her contorted face when she calculated how aggressive he seemed to be with his scowl. If only she knew he wasn't upset that the human was there, but actually highly curious of that innocent young girl. Her presence was out of place here.
He watched as she eloquently seated herself down on the barstool. That was when he noticed the clothing item that looked similar to a jacket tugged around her waist. The material was an apparent blue color, with numbers imprinted on the back of it.
101...
His eyes widened. Someone from the vault?
Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 8/?
Date: 2012-05-07 06:37 am (UTC)“Is there something I can do for you?”
There soon followed an obvious answer.
“Yeah. I would like to trade my booze and food for some caps!” She beamed, and it almost came off as completely innocent and childish.
The bartender, Ahzrukhal, sighed. He tapped his finger on the counter and made a facial expression of annoyance. It was clear he wasn't pleased with the girl's bubbly nature and personality.
“Then show me what you have, girlie.”
She slung the goodies onto the open counter, and proceeded to empty it out the food and booze one by one from her knapsack. She brought out only three of her vodkas, four of her whiskeys, and 5 little packs of Salisbury Steak. Suddenly, she caught the eyes of drunken ghouls and they appeared over her shoulder.
Charon's perceptive abilities helped him immediately glance over at the other ghouls as they slowly formed around the dark-brunette out of curiosity. He softly growled at their rude intrusion, and he grabbed his combat shotgun from over his shoulder. He hastily hoisted it mid-air and aimed it at the patrons near the bar. A silent, but deadly warning.
Ahzrukhal eyed at Charon, and shook his head as a way to quietly order his employee to 'stand down'.
The bodyguard lowered his weapon, but the damage was done. The startled ghouls wavered away from the girl as she propped each item on the counter in front of her.
Even if he didn't like the bigoted humans outside in the wastes, and hated the idea of them inside 'The Underworld' and somehow make a mockery out of it, he really didn't want to see someone as pretty as the young girl being man-handled by a bunch of pathetic ghouls.
'… Pretty?' He darted his head down, and raised an eyebrow. Where did that word come from, exactly?
That was ridiculously odd for him to say about any smoothskin. He only had ill thoughts for those beings, especially ones that ran around their thighs all exposed to the elements outside, which in return made their soft thighs and curvy legs a slight tone of olive.
His eyes squinted, and he wondered perhaps that it may have been too long since his last real sexual encounter. The word 'sexual' brought him back to those drawn-out legs. Yeah. It had been way too long if he had those kind of fantasies in his mind.
The idea of a human and ghoul in some random romp together... Was beyond hilarious. Charon had to hold back a chortle.
To go back on his main point, he just didn't want any trouble to be caused by his fellow ghouls just because the broad was loaded. That was all. Whether or not she was a smoothskin didn't matter, it was his duty to keep the bar safe as long as his employer owned it.
“Here are your caps – all 120 of them. Thank you for doing business with me today.” Ahzuruhkal scooped the caps in his hand, put them in a tiny bag he found, and proceeded to hand the girl her money. He grabbed a couple of bottles from the counter, and placed one on the top shelf where he stored the whiskey, and placed the other where he stored the vodka. He did the same for the next two bottles.
Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 9/?
Date: 2012-05-07 06:39 am (UTC)He arched his head towards her direction,“Is there something else you would like?”
The girl nodded, and replied,”Can I get a cold whiskey? I heard from a friend of mine that you sold cold whiskies here.”
The bartender nodded and duck down for a minute. He brought out one chilled whiskey. Little slithers of frost clenched to the side of the bottle. He snatched the last remaining bottles from the counter, and neatly tucked them away on the shelves behind him.
“How would you like to make payment, my dear?” He questioned her and when her hands clapsed around the neck of the bottle.
The human responded with cheery energy,”Would it be okay if I traded one of those whiskeys I gave you for a cold one?”
“Oh, certain-... “ Then Ahzrukhal suspended his speech.
Charon noticed the glint in the man's eye. Of course his employer had seconds thoughts on his 'generous trade'.
“O-Oh, Sorry. You see, my cold whiskeys cost a just little bit extra. About 5 caps extra.”
“Ah...” The girl frowned. “Well. Okay. Hold on.”
The girl fished through her coin-sack and easily located five caps to give to the man. .
'Ahzrukhal... you bastard.' Charon internally spat. The usual costumers would have received a cold whiskey for a regular whiskey if they so requested, but the opportunity for Ahzruhkal to gain a few caps to his already expanded addition was too much for the ghoul's lack of an inner-conscious.
The man thankfully took the caps, and in exchange let the young-ling take what was rightfully hers at that point. He put away the rest of the items, such as the Salisbury Steak, and wiped the table clean of any residue (sweat, water droplets, and dirt) left on the counter. The human carefully unscrewed the cap off of the bottle, licked her dehydrated lips, and took a few measly sips of the cool, smokey beverage. Her first initial reaction was a splutter, a held back gag, but then she sighed with a invigorated gleam. She put the drink away from her mouth, and tightened the cap back on the head of the bottle, and tucked it away in her sack to keep safe for later.
She hopped off her barstool, and elevated her belongings onto her shoulder. She slapped her hand lightly on the bar counter. That was her silent goodbye. The man at the counter only bobbed his head slightly for her reassurance that the goodbye was witnessed. The wanderer headed for the exit. Charon never kept his eyes off of her as she strolled away, and studied her as her hips casually swayed side to side with each step. When she disappeared from sight, the maroon haired man surveyed his employer, and saw the owner went back to his task of tallying caps.
Charon couldn't help, but be puzzled if the stranger would return to the seedy spot of The Underworld any time soon.
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Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 9/?
Date: 2012-05-11 07:43 am (UTC)Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 9/?
Date: 2012-05-22 04:50 am (UTC)