Title: Short Change Hero
Characters: Arcade, Courier, ED-E
Drabble Rating: M for language, mature themes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fallout New Vegas, or anything you recognize.
Notes: Mostly a series of drabbles.
Info: Female Courier named Sahara.
Arcade stared at the Courier, dumbfounded.
"Mind repeating that?" He asked flatly, after a moment of silence. The Courier, Sahara, smiled sheepishly.
"Iiii...might have...pissed off the entire white glove society. It doesn't matter, we really need to leave. " Sahara said nervously, hopping from foot to foot. The sound of angered shouting, and approaching footsteps merely served to back up the petite woman's statement.
Arcade continued to stare at her.
"What did you do?" He asked incredulously. Sahara uttered a frantic whine in reply, grabbing him by the hand, and taking off at a sprint.
"I'." She squealed, running full barrel through the Casino.
Arcade yelped, holding on for dear life. ED-E beeped frantically behind them, flying behind them as fast as the poor eyebot could go.
The angered roar of the mob of White Glove Society members sounded once again, far too close for comfort, as they reached the doors.
"Wait! What about our-" Arcade barked in a panic, thinking of their armor and weapons.
"IN MY BAG NOW LET'S GO!" shrieked Sahara frantically.
The trio literally FLEW out the doors of the Ultra Luxe, tumbling past the fountain, and making a beeline for the eastern gates. Passerby patrons of the strip watched them, bemused. The trio didn't stop until they found themselves within the relative safety of the Lucky 38 Presidential Suite.
Arcade collapsed into a chair, and Sahara flumped onto the master bed, wheezing pitifully. The blone doctor stared at her, annoyed.
"What the hell did you do to make them form a MOB?" He bellowed. Sahara opened one cactus green eye to gaze reproachfully at him.
"I fuckin' slipped a grenade into Mortimer's and Majorie's pockets." She hissed, looking frightfully unrepentant. Arcade spluttered at her.
"Wha-WHY?" He screeched at her, jumping to his feet.
"THEY WERE FUCKING CANNIBALS!" screamed Sahara right back.
The two stared at each other with narrowed eyes, in silence.
Then;
"They were Cannibals."
"Yes. Are you happy now?" Sahara asked harshly, lifting her face from the bed.
"Not entirely, but I'll survive." Arcade replied flatly. Sahara stared at him for a moment, then adverted her eyes.
"...I'm sorry." She said quietly. The blonde man blinked at her, but sighed, and gave her a small smile.
"It's alright. It's not the first time I've been chased." He said softly. The black haired courier rolled onto her back, comptemplating him curiously.
"Oh, really? Do tell." She responded curiously. Arcade stiffened, but gave her a nervous grin.
"Um, so some places don't like the Followers that much. Crazy, right?" He laughed shiftily. Sahara narrowed her eyes at him.
"Someday, you're gonna tell me what happened to you, Ark." She muttered.
"Someday." He agreed softly.
The world needs more Arcade. Seriously.
More drabbles to come!