Did you know that there are NO character tags for Pacer? Fucking Blasphemy. Especially since this chapter will be more from his "POV".

As per usual-This is just a super short 'for fun' story.

"Those neon eyes make mom and dad think that we've lost our minds.
They're just terrified of all new things."

Orgy- "Opticon"

A few minutes later June and Pacer had settled down at the Wrangler. With a half empty (June insisted on calling it 'half full') bottle of whiskey between them, they had the beginnings of a good night. Between shots, both of liquor and a shaky Med-X under the table, Pacer stole a good look at his companion.

She was fidgeting in her chair as she watched the ghoul on stage. Her dyed purple hair was mostly shaved down, save for a patch of long stringy bangs that covered her left eye. She had referred to the color of her eyes, a dark brown, as a warning.

"So that everyone knows from the get-go, I'm full of shit."

She wore was appeared to be a large black men's shirt, though she'd cut the lower half from it long ago, exposing her stomach. A pair of dirty denim shorts barely covered her scraggy legs, and a mismatched pair of boots -one brown one black- tapped erratically on the floor.

All in all, Pacer had decided she was hot. At least, for a junkie she was hot. Her skin was pretty clear, not a psycho sore in sight. And her rack was just the way he liked it.

Existing.

Pacer smiled her direction as he pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pack. "Hey June, you got a light?"

June leaned back in her chair, her head swinging around to look at him. "Where the fuck is yours?"

He shrugged "Prolly left it back at the Follower's tent."

"Ah fucking doctors. You know I think they left some cactus in me on purpose?" She mused as she lit his cigarette. "I've got this sharp pain in my ass. Gotta be a their doing"

Blowing the smoke through his teeth, Pacer grinned. "You want that I should take a look for ya?"

"Is that how we're gonna be? Silly flirting?" She brushed the hair back from her face for the hundredth time that night. "Or can we just establish something right now?"

Raising an eyebrow, he prepared himself for the typical shoot down. "Sure."

June got up and straddled the back of her chair so she faced him. "I planned on fucking you anyway. As long as your aren't into any weird shit and you got a half decent dick, we're good." She smirked at his wide eyes. "Now that the formalities of 'Oooo will we or won't we' are out of the way, we can party."

"Shit woman, you're of a rare breed." Pacer was beaming at her now.

June shrugged "I'm a firm believer in saying what I want, when I want it." She fished a tin of Mentats from her pocket. "It's gotten me in plenty of trouble, but on occasion..." She paused to press a tab to her tongue, flicking her eyes to Pacer as she did. "I get my way faster."

"Logical." Pacer nodded her way. "What's with the Mentats? You gonna do some math or shit?"

June held up a pill to him. "Take it and see."

Pacer smirked and opened his mouth for her. She rolled her eyes with a laugh and tossed the Mentat into his waiting trap.

"I take it there's a point to mixing this with Med-X?" He asked, swallowing the chalky tab.

"It ensures that your head doesn't unravel when you take anything else." She said matter-o-factly.

Pacer knew exactly what she meant. Booze and chems (when mixed) had a tendency to make it feel as if parts of your mind fell away, fast and slinky. And while he relished in the feeling most nights, tonight he wanted to be somewhat...coherent.

It didn't take long for June's cocktail to kick in however. Half an hour later and Pacer was gripping his chair ina white knuckled attempt to take the room in.

It wasn't that he felt loopy, quite the opposite in fact. The nice glaze he'd gotten from the Med-x fought well with the Mentat.

"It's like someone found my fucking 'focus' crank and turned it all the way." Pacer said in a quick breath.

June had laid down on the table by then. "You can see more shit and make sense of it much faster huh?" She mused, her head dangling off the edge.

Pacer nodded. Dust motes, fucking dust motes, floated freely in front of his eyes. The colors on the stage curtain all but screamed at him. Even the voices of patrons around them seemed clearer.

Yet despite his fascination with the room, Pacer still managed to look back to June. She had begun a slow slide from the table top to the floor. He managed to step out and catch her just before she met with the dirty bar floor.

"Hey! Woah there Junie. You feeling alright?" Pacer asked, half concerned with her well being, but mostly concerned with the sudden press of her breasts to his chest.

June snorted. "Junie? Thaaaaats fucking cute." She steadied herself on his shoulders with a grin. "I'm good Pace. Just thinkin' about gravity."

"Gravity?" He asked, sitting back down. He kept his arms around the woman though, effectively pulling her into his lap.

June didn't seem to mind though. "Yeah, it's the force that makes things go down."

Pacer thought on this for a moment. And with the mentats, a moment was all he needed. Not for any real academic reply though. Nah fuck academia, the man had sex on the brain.

"So I'll have some invisible force to thank when you...gravity me later?" He half smirked. It had sounded wittier in his head.

June turned to face him with a mischievous look in her eye. "I think it would be better if you thanked me personally. With some 'gravity' of your own."

In his infinite drug induced wisdom, Pacer signaled for the check.

They 'gon frick.

And yeah...the 'gravity' joke went on a bit. But hell they're two junkie kids trying to get it in. They're swimming in bad jokes and awkwardness.

Not sure where to got with his really, as it is just the literary equivalent of a doodle. I do have a hankerin' for Pacer and June tot talk the King into trying chems however...