A/N: While I'm bored and waiting for my stupid laptop's screen to get here. What's another few days?
Yeah, mostly short one shots centered around the trio.
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"And where was I? Oh yeah. The Super Mutant was big at the fucking walls to this shithole." Evelyn said, obviously intoxicated. She was retelling the story of their little trip to meet Three Dog. The patrons of the bar were listening closely. Most were laughing, not believing the drunken woman.
"And Three Dog, the bitch," Evelyn cleared her throat. She wasn't to fond of Three Dog. "Was holed up in a building guarded by some Brotherhood of Steel jerks. One of them had a Flamer and another had a minigun. What the fuck does he need all that protection for? Its not like a rabid Wastelander is going to fucking shoot up the place." Super Mutant's being a threat clearly didn't cross the jumbled mess that was her mind.
Gob glared at Evelyn, clearly not liking how the drunken woman was insulting the man that got him through his day.
"Evelyn c'mon. Why don't we get you to bed?" Jake suggested. He leaned into her, to murmur in her ear. "You're making Colin nervous. I'd really rather not piss him off. Okay?"
Apparently Jake's soothing voice worked wonders on drunken people. He silently thanked the short attention spans that drunk people had. He led a more than willing Evelyn out of Moriarity's Saloon and back to his house. He unlocked the door and helped her up the stairs.
"Jake?" She asked, coming down from the cloud she had been residing on.
"Mhm?" Jake asked her. He helped her into a t-shirt and under the covers.
"Don't go okay?"
Jake smiled softly at her and sat in the desk chair. A science book that had been collecting dust was now being dusted off and read by Jake.
Jake watched over Evelyn most of the night, listening to her musings about Super Mutants and sniper rifles.
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A/N: Yep. Pretty short. Sorry for the delay of Wastelander's Tale.