It was a bright morning in Columbia, the sun shining, children playing, and a lovely couple strolled down the street.

Well, not so lovely.

"Booker, I'm starving." Elizabeth moaned, as Booker relentlessly walked on.

A moment of silence past, and she said, "C'mon, you got to also eat too, you know."

He sighed. He really did need to have some chow. "Alright, let's go.", He said as he led an excited Elizabeth to an Italian-Columbian Restaurant. The two both got their orders outside, and Elizabeth neatly sat down on her chair, while Booker slammed himself onto his, not minding the looks he was given by other fancy-schmancy people. Elizabeth took her fork to eat her spaghetti, and, much to her dismay, the Pinkerton at his Pizza like a barbarian. She felt a tad embarrassed, and also hated how Booker just gobbled it down messily, but hey, Booker hadn't ate in a long time, so just leave him be, right?

Unfortunately, for Elizabeth, Booker ate with his mouth open.

"Uh, Booker?"

"Yes?" He said while eating. That got her uncomfortable.

"N-Nevermind."

Elizabeth left the restaurant, bit annoyed at Dewitt. He didn't even use a coaster for his wine.


So, the day with him went worst after that. "Hey, Booker, can we see a movie?" She asked as she pointed at the theater now showing about the Assassin from Italy.

"Sure, why the hell not?" He replied.

After buying some popcorn, drinks, and cotton candy, both took a seat.

Soon after they got to the part where the assassin killed a so called saint, Elizabeth heard the sound of a loud munch.

She looked around, confused.

There was Dewitt, enjoying his snack. Her eye started to twitch.

Munch.

She ignored it as long as possible, trying to enjoy the movie, until she heard slurping from said partner.

She turned back, finger pointed at him, mouth open as if it were ready to shout something at her companion, but, god dammit, booker looked so innocent. She turned back, arms crossed, and a look that could kill.

Then, a guy spilled his drink on him, then they both started to argue.

God. Damn. It.


It was during another battle, an ambush from the soldiers of Columbia. Elizabeth, oh so magnificently, threw a shotgun square on Booker's face. He thanked her, and fired three shots, until switching to his pistol. Once the police were dealt with, Booker, slung the shotgun on his shoulder, with still one bullet left in it.

"Booker, aren't you going to reload that?"

"Meh. Trust me, I was a soldier. I know what I am doing... I think."

This bothered Elizabeth for the next half hour, and that was the only time she wished that they would be attacked again.


It was about evening, both of the exhausted. After he rented out a room in an inn, Booker said goodnight to her, and fell asleep soon after.

Then he started snoring.

This was no normal snore, the ones that are cute when your little baby cousin does it, oh no, it had the sound of a walrus slowly dying, which was as loud as a jet engine.

Elizabeth got up, teeth grinding, murderous, and her eye twitching, and took the still asleep Booker by the shoulder, and had a pillow ready to smother him in bed.

"Gah!" She shouted, still in bed. She looked to her right, and there was walrus-snoring Dewitt, sleeping like a baby. She fell to her side, a traumatized look on her face. "He must never know..." She whispered to herself.


Author's Note:

This was made under the my pet peeve of being inspired in bed, yet almost forgetting the idea when I woke up.

Hoped you enjoyed.