So this is mostly to help combat writers block, I won't have a regular update pattern. I always have little ideas and thoughts about Fallout: New Vegas that I wish I could just write down. So, here it is.
"Just make a god damn decision!"
"A man who does not think and plan long ahead will find trouble right at his door."
"What? What is that even supposed to mean?"
Arcade Gannon sat in the penthouse of the lucky thirty eight, listening to Veronica and Courier Six argue over what to do with the remaining NCR presence in New Vegas.
He spoke up, "It's confucius."
Veronica shifted her befuddled gaze between Arcade and the Courier, "It's confusing is what it is."
The trio heard soft laughter coming from a room down the hall.
"Well look at that, I figured she would sleep through the entire day after a night like that." The courier said, perhaps a little bit too loud.
"Shut yer damn mouth, 'fore I come shut it for ya'!" Cass yelled back.
"Like you could even manage to get out of bed right now!" He yelled back with a smile on his face.
There was silence for a few moments, before soft footsteps and a creaking door.
"Here we go again." Veronica said in an annoyed tone. The courier was already at the elevator doors, impatiently waiting for them to open.
Arcade barely had time to blink before Cass came hurtling through the darkened hallway, immediately heading for the elevator. Shouting obscenities the whole way.
Courier Six just barely managed to close the doors before she could reach him. They all knew where he was headed. Arcade turned his head to look at one of the monolithic windows overlooking the neon city. After waiting a few short seconds, he saw a man zip downward past the window with a strange gun pointed at his head and a goofy smile on his face. He didn't bother to investigate further. No one did.
"One o' these days that damn thang ain't gunna werk, we'll see who's laughin' then." Cass said, barely hiding her smile.