"You know, Trinnie, Eros was the god of love." Trinnie grinned at the tanned, rough man. "It's said that he married the most beautiful woman on the planet." His eyes were bright as the wasteland's burning light, soft as mangy fur, and deceptive.
"Wait, you're married?"
He stared at her – out in the Wastelands, it wasn't different from the Vault when it came to knowledge, whether school was accessible or not. He sighed and stared past her at Belle. "No, Trins – I'm asking if you want to fuck. I'm not married." She lit up and wrapped herself around his arm.
"Jeez, handsome – you made me think I'd lost my Cupid."
Nights were slow out here – they usually were around Rivet City. A whispered word, an unwarranted exchange of caps, or even a sideways glance and nod plead attention from security. Anymore, all he was able to do was fuck, eat, and, if possible, be overly bothersome. However, even with the moving, squirming curves and his whispered name poised above her lips, he found them boring.