(Charon's POV)
"Oh! Oh! Guys, let's take our clothes off!" cried Minion before dissolving into another fit of intoxicated laughter. Butch, of course, immediately followed. It was just your typical night in the Megaton house, only I'd never seen those two this drunk. They'd probably wake up with liver failure to go with their hangovers.
The past few months have been mostly quiet. Well, in terms of Minion trying to get us all killed. Lately, she's seemed particularily content with goofing off around here. I'm not complaining. Maybe she was bored with traumatising herself.
Her eye, or rather, the spot where her left eye had been, had pretty much healed up by this point. She wore this ridiculous eyepatch with a red X on it. Said it was fashionable or something. You could still see some of that dreadful scar sticking out the sides, though. Not that it mattered to me. Unfortunately, having one eye had taken a serious hit on her depth perception, and I'd had to spend a lot of time helping her learn how to shoot straight with her new disability. It was a difficult process, but she was getting better each day. That little greaseball Butch, on the other hand, had barely improved in combat at all. I still yearned for the day a yao gui would chomp down on his head and end my suffering.
Minion and her father were on good terms, now. It was a major relief, and while she still sulked occasionally about this or that, she never got into those awful depressive spells like she used to. Her father also completed this thing called Project Purity, and now the water was slowly becoming safer to drink. It's rained a few more times since that night in the garage, and whenever it does it pounds loudly off the roof, scaring both of the smoothskins into a corner. They try to look like it's not bothering them, but it's quite obvious it scares the piss out of them. It's kind of amusing.
We paid off Gob's debt to Moriarty, too. Bastard better be grateful. He still sticks around Moriarty's, but now that he's a free man, he can leave whenever he wants. Minion makes sure he doesn't get hit anymore, too - by anyone.
As for the two of us, well... I'm still confused about that. She moved her old matress in the spare room for Butch, and put a bigger one in her room. We've been sharing that one, but it's still hard to sleep with her right next to me. I think she's still trying to figure out what's going on between us, herself; just how far she wants to take our unorthodox relationship... Perhaps in the end, all it really comes down to, is that she's a smoothskin, and I'm not. She insists that she can't live without me though, and that I'm very... I can't even say it, it sounds so absurd. We'll just stick with 'peculiarily attractive.'