The three of them shared silence. All of the ghouls had already cleared out of the bar once the alcohol stopped flowing. Siren was having a hard time keeping her eyes open since she sat down.

If I don't get up now, I don't know if I'll ever get up.

She used Charon's should as leverage to get up and out of her seat. Her feet started to ached as soon as she touched the floor. Charon took after her and stood up.

Siren squeezed his shoulder, "Give me a sec, big guy."

She let go of him and walked over to Ahzrukhal's body. Her legs burned as she crouched down next to him.

She fished through his pockets, "Ah ha! Here we go."

She unlocked the safe and took out two bags of caps.

"Here Charon. You can keep the money." Siren dropped them both onto the bar. "I'm going to go get my stuff."

"If you wish for me to take it, than I shall. But I have no use for money mistress."

Winthrop interrupted, "Just take it, Charon. She is giving it to you."

She groaned, "I don't feel like arguing right now. If you don't want it, then fine. I'll gather my stuff and you do the same, Charon."

"I do not have any other items in my possession, other than what I am wearing."

She slowly turned around. Charon saw her part her lips to say something but stopped.

I really don't have the energy to argue right now. "I have no use for money. But I don't have any other clothes." For the love of god, Charon.

Winthrop got up from his seat, "Hey, kid. Let me talk to you for a sec."

Winthrop jogged pass Charon, and followed her around the room as she packed up her stuff.

"Charon was...how do I put this." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Why did you buy his contract anyways, smoothskin."

She didn't answer him.

"Smoothskin?"

"Winthrop, I know you aren't a bad person and you are looking out for Charon. But mind your own business."

I need him to carry my shit...Wait did I just say what I wanted to think and think what I wanted to say. Well, fuck.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you aren't going to..."

She thought for a second as she put down her things.

"Charon, close the bar doors." her tone was serious.

"Yes, mistress."

"What are you doing?" he looked back as the doors closed shut. "If something happens to me, you will not be welcomed back here, smoothskin."

"I'm going to tell you something, Winthrop. And if you tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. I'll kill you."

Well, I really won't, but I'll be fucking pissed.

Winthrop nodded his head.

"Good." she inhaled, "I'm 101."

Winthrop blinked, "What?"

"Don't make me say it again."

"You can't be serious. You? 101? The lone wanderer?" He started laughing uncontrollably.

Siren didn't show any emotion. She just watched him laugh it out.

"Three Dog said that the lone wanderer," he laughed in between words, "That the lone wanderer was a badass that you shouldn't mess with her. HA, you're so small and a lot girlyer than I imagined. I can't breath!"

"I'll kill you if you don't stop right now."

Winthrop started to laugh even harder, "No you won't, you're 101." he turned around, "Charon, can you believe it?"

He couldn't, this was the girl that was going to save the wastelands? Even Charon couldn't help but smirk at the ridiculous notion.

That's it I can't take it anymore.

Without warning, the girl scoped him up and preformed a textbook example of a german suplex on Winthrop.

"I thought I told you to stop laughing!"

"What the hell, smoothskin! Fuck!"

She stood up and Charon ran in between them.

"God damnit, Charon! Move!" She pushed him out of the way.

Winthrop jumped up, "Some savior you are!"

"I'll take you down old man and look good doing it!"

"Come at me, savior!"

She managed to avoid all of his punches and got him in a head lock. "Apologize, old man!"

Her dog started to bark at their ridiculous brawl. Charon didn't look worried at all. This was one of the dumbest fights he had seen in Underworld. She just blew up on him. Judging by her technique, if she wanted to kill him she would have done so by now. His mistress was fighting for the sake of fighting. It was a waste of energy.

He struggled to talk, "No! You're crazy!"

"Rule number three!"

"What?"

Her grip got tighter, "Say it!"

"Fine, I'm sorry!"

She let go of him.

He coughed, "You...you are not allowed back here again!"

She threw up her hands, "What are you gonna tells the others? A little smoothskin beat you up, huh? I bet no one will let you forget that, or believe you in the first place."

He scowled at her.

"That's what I thought."

She grumbled something to herself as she picked up her things.

Charon stared at Winthrop as let out a short sigh through his nose and crossed his arms.

"Don't look at me like that, Charon. You're the one that has to deal with her now."

Winthrop turned to Siren," What do you need Charon for anyways, miss lone wanderer."

She handed Charon the speaker and amp, "I got to sleep sometime, don't I? Look Winthrop, I'm sorry that I blew up on you, but my life isn't very easy. People always fucking ask me for help and apparently there is a lot of people who don't like do-gooders out there. I haven't been able to sleep because it is too fucking dangerous for a girl like me to sleep. And that is just the top of the iceberg! If I wasn't so fucking tired, I would bring up some more examples."

Winthrop was taken back, "You better take care of Charon, 101."

"I will! Don't ever call me that again."

Yes, this was the most idiotic fight Charon had ever seen.


~Author's note~

Sorry for the short chapter, but there is more to come.

never forget "rule number three" guys. lol you'll find out eventually.

Oh and thanks IndigoWriter for the review. Reviews always makes me happy.