"How imprudent of you." Arcade scowled at the sniper.
"...You're the one who speaks the language of...him." Boone sneered, the venom coming out of the word "him" was so apparent that Arcade had actually managed to shudder a little. The thought of the ways Craig Boone had plotted Caesar's death. Such violent processes, such as injecting cazador venom in his system and watching him slowly scream and writhe in pain.
"What? Latin? The dead language of the Romans?" Arcade crossed his arms, scowling. What utter nonsense. Just because that wannabe imitates the great empire of Rome with his Cato references does not mean that the whole culture should be seen as a trademark of that slave-driving, sociopathic maniac. Arcade took in a deep sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose to soothe the raging headache he got whenever he talked to Boone.
Boone rolled his eyes and turned up the pint of whiskey. He felt sort of.. guilty. Was it really necessary to insult his intelligence? Hell yes. But, did he prefer it? No. Boone was rather.. twitchy about Arcade. He thought it was his doctor aura, the type that you could reveal your deepest and darkest secrets to. This time, was a little different. Craig had gotten drunk one night in the dark night of the Lucky 38. Cass and ED-E were out with the Courier, Raul and Veronica were passed out, Lily and Rex were in the kitchen of the Presidential Suite eating Iguana Bits.
And here was Craig and Arcade.. in the Cocktail Lounge, all alone. It was really quiet in the night. The bright Vegas lights reflected off of Arcade's face, showing all of his worry lines and attractive scowl. Arcade usually kept his facade amazingly, but when he smiled, it was the most adorable thing. It was pure, unsullied by the blood of his enemies. It was if he had never picked up a weapon in his life. Arcade was the type of man who would've never looked capable of mass destruction.
"Can I ask you something, Cra-... Boone?"
"Hmph. What?" Craig grunted in response.
"Do you... hate me? For speaking Latin?" Arcade looked down, not making eye contact. Craig sighed, clenching the bridge of his nose with two fingers.
"No, you idiot... I-..." Boone started, but never finished. "I just don't like it."
Arcade smiled, looking out into the lights. "Good." He said quietly.
Boone blushed at his smile, covering his face and quickly stumbling to the elevator. "I'm going to bed." He grunted.
Arcade saw him get up, so he darted to the elevator. "Boone, I need to tell you something."
"What is it? Another way to insult me in Caesar's language?"
"No, dumbass." Arcade caught him in a swift kiss. "You're blushing furiously."