Disclaimer: Call me crazy, but I don't own to the rights to Fallout: New Vegas. I just play it too much.
Benny was not happy. Oh no, not happy at all. It was New Year's Eve in New Vegas, and here he was nursing a beer in his suite. Why? Because Swank told him "something big" was about to happen and Benny was needed for a private meeting with someone "important".House's orders, of course. And thus, he was stuck here during the wildest night of the year.
Sighing, he reached for another bottle, as the current one had the nerve to be empty. 'Stupid house, acting like the big man in town. It won't be long now before me and Yes Man take him down...'His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in!" He shouted, not even looking over. The Chairmen all knew his room was off limits. This meant that it was Swank's guy.
"I would, but this real fucking heavy, boss!" The man behind the doors said in a deep voice before adding in a nicer tone, "Can you open the doors, please?"
"Jesus! Fine, fine. Hold on a minute." Benny said, getting up from his spot at the minibar. Stupid prick, making Benny move for him. He was the head of the Chairmen for Christ's sake! Benny pushed slightly on the doors to open up a crack for "Mr. Important" to get through.
Crack! It felt like a brahmin hit him in the chest. Benny slumped to the ground, clutching his gut and staring at the growing spot of red over his stomach.
"Wh-what the f-f-fuck?" He managed to rasp out. His response was a boot cracking him in the face. Blinded by tears and blood, he couldn't see who stood over him. The voice was- wait. The fucking voice...
"Fuck me, you're that Courier?" Benny mumbled, slurring a bit. Said Courier didn't answer, just grabbed his collar and dragged him further into the room. He dropped him next to the couch. Benny just moaned in response.
"Cass! Close the door, please." The courier said, leaning down to Benny. He heard the door close with a click. No help was coming.
"Baby, please. You don't want to do this!" Benny moaned, blinking away the tears. The Courier, a guy in his 30's most likely with long brown hair, just smiled. He holstered his gun, a silenced .45, and reached into Benny's suit. Grabbing 'Maria', Benny's best gun, he stood up again.
"Hey, Benny, baby...don't you know? The House always wins." The Courier said, chuckling softly at his own joke. Then, he pulled the trigger.