AN/ Oh yeah. I'm doing it! Lol, since it's kinda hard to put him in things, this is well, very short, so I apologize. And it's M because he's a slimy rat... welll Charon's name for him you know :) lol, Reviews are laaav!
Part I
The Smoothskin had been around a few times. She wasn't the best kind of person to be associated with in the Wastes. She was known for everything she'd done. About the only humane thing she did was work on Project Purity and annhilate the Enclave, but that was only in honor of her father. It'd been a rumor she was apart of Talon Company, but she had later explained that she and the Commander were an item, for a few months anyways, until they had a mutual breakup. Apparently they were tired of eachother. She had said something to that effect. It was unbelievable that the man could let her go, she was an absolute pristine woman.
She had the appearence of a PinUp girl from the PreWar days, even through the dirt and grime she retained her beauty. Long maroon hair and deep gray eyes with a light tan on her pale complexion, big plump rosy lips, a thin waist and wide hips, not to mention she was extremely busty. Such high rate eye candy waltzing about Underworld was unheard of in every walk of Wasteland Life. Yet it was here she had made a nice little home with the Ghouls of Underworld. Though her low-spoken word and rumor accounts for her misdemeanors had made it as far as the depths of D.C. she would never act out around the Ghouls. She could have a slight affection for them maybe. Or so it would seem, one could only assume what went through the woman's muddled head.
"C'mon Charon, talk to me baby." She crooned from across the room to the ever stoic gaurd located in the corner, who remained so. Quiet and unmoving. It was a wonder he could ignore the woman throwing herself at him time and time again, it was only he who had her attention in such a manner. The other Ghouls would only have civil conversations, if they had the balls to of course. "L...Lorelei..." A drunkard Ghoul nudged the human beside him. "Patchington?" She smiled, beaming her attention at him. "You.. you have a... line of Vodka.." Patchwork's eyes lazily looked over the woman as he pointed to her chest, a drop of alcohol had fallen forgotten against her breast. "Oh thankyou dear." She preened to him as she leaned down and licked it off, provacatively.
She laughed it off before taking another shot off her bottle. "Ahzrukhal! This watered down? I never spill my drink!" She looked to the barkeep and raised her glass and he cracked a thin broken smile. "I would never soil my beverages to my beloved customers." He replied looking over his terminal as he pecked away an entry. He had taken to keeping personal thoughts and tabs on customers and visitors of the bar. He had recently begun his article about a particular smoothskin, Lorelei.
"Sure! I believe you!" She stood from her seating and moved towards the bar, her hips swaying in the most alluring way. Charon eyed her, along with most of the patrons of the Ninth Circle. She leaned over the counter just as the Barkeep finished the text about her, shamelessly backing out of it into another one as he began another passage. His milky eyes slowly drank in her appearence as her body edged a little further over the counter, lifing her breasts to expose the multitude of cleavage she was accustomed to flaunting. "Ahzrukhal dear, how has business been lately?" She pried, cooing to him gently. Her lips edged in a sweet smirk, her red lips shining even in the slightly dimmed light of the Ninth Circle.
It was a little thing Ahzrukhal had missed since the War. "It could be much better my dear." Spending most of his time with Ghoul women who didn't give a flying fuck about their appearence had given him an attraction to smoothskins. Although, most Ghouls had refused their sexual urges or thoughts, or they'd completely forgotten. Ahzrukhal on the other hand, had embraced it, thinking it was the only thing keeping him sane, the only thing he would think about other than getting his way, or getting his money. All very selfish intents, but then again, it is dog eat dog out there after all. And that is painfully clear.
"Well hun, I'll be leaving in a week or so for a little expedition to help out Winthrop, I know a few places, and I could escort some more Ghouls here if you'd like. Rush the business.." Her voice was so tantalizing to his ears, he could hear a hint of sexual innuendo as she spoke. But that was honestly her voice, but it never stopped the wandering minds. "I wouldn't want to impose on your adventures Lorelei." Ahzrukhal purred in response, his gaze moving to hers fully now. Concentrated on her eyes. The silver gray of it glinting in the lights. "You couldn't impose even if you tried dear." She moved away from the counter, straightening her posture and looking over her shoulder, Charon's direction as she always had.
"Well.. Ahzrukhal, i'll see you later." She winked and turned on her heel and left the Ninth Circle without another lit word from her lips. Ahzrukhal felt the temperature in his suit drop dramatically with her dissapearence. No doubt he was attracted to this Smoothskin, too bad he couldn't have her. Too bad she was a tease. He laughed a little as he returned to his terminal, typing away at the entries and helping his customers to their drinks until closing, when he shooed them all off.
