Six laid still watching a twelve-man legion patrol through the lens of his Gobi Rifle; he didn't think they were legion at first given the gold colors instead of red, but they fit well into the legions MO; so he had set up a welcome for the scouts and was waiting for them to get a little closer to his surprise. But he wanted to keep one alive though so he had to be a tad careful.

He pulled out a detonator and watched the patrol for a moment before pulling the detonator trigger.

*BOOM*

A small amount of satisfaction rose through him as half of the patrol were reduced to gory bits as body parts and blood rained over the other half of the patrol. Six released a breath and squeezed the trigger of his rifle six times in rapid succession.

With each trigger pull another head exploded sending bits of skull and brain raining over the area. All except for the last one; six reloaded Gobi as he ignored the wails of the last legion scout who had just been knee-capped by a .308 Winchester.

Six got up and began to walk over to the screaming legionary, who had begun to scream louder as he got closer, Six never thought a man could scream that loud.

"G-Get away from me yo-you Daemon!" Six tilted his head at what the legionary had called him.

"Daemon? Well, that's a new one." Six sighed before lifting the slaver into a sitting position and tied a rope around the man's wrists.

"Alright listen, I need the locations of your camps, troop numbers, and who your boss is. And I've got a very busy schedule so if you could just tell me what I need to know that'll be great."

The scout had stopped yelling and was now just glaring at the Courier and Six looked back at him for a moment. He wasn't going to talk.

"Oh well, what happens next is your fault."

Six grabbed the scout's middle finger and slowly began to pull, and suddenly jerked the finger to the breaking it like a matchstick. Six ignored the scouts' wails of pain and began to pull on the broken finger ever so slowly; stretching the flesh until it began to tear open revealing the ligaments and bones.

With a yank the finger was free and blood ran freely from where the stump where the finger used to be.

Six threw the finger away and looked at the whimpering legionary and kneeled down to his level, the lens of his mask meeting the scout in the eyes.

"It'll save you a hell of a lot of pain and me a hell of a lot of time if you just tell me what I need to know."

"Go to hell degenerate!" Six looked at him and sighed. Fucking masochists popping up everywhere now.

Six pulled out Blood-Nap and grasped the scout's nose and tugged them outwards stretching the sensitive flesh sending waves of pain throughout the scout. Six brought Blood-Nap to the edge of the nose and began to slowly carve his way through. This in turn filled the area with the muffled screams of the legionary.

Six tossed the nose away before grabbing one of the scouts' ears and began cutting that off as well, drenching the sand below in blood and filling the air with roars of agony.

Six threw away the useless lump of flesh and once again asked calmly as well as politely for any information the scout knew.

"Listen here you limp dick moron. I'll keep cutting bits and pieces off you until your nothing but a useless sack of flesh and broken bones. And once that happens I'll feed your remains to the fucking coyotes. Got that?"

The scout nodded vigorously, fear and pain filling his entire body as he looked at the Reaper of his brothers.

"There are five outposts each a few miles away from each other, there are eighty legionaries in each outpost with Centurion in each camp. L-let me mark the locations on your map."

"No need, just tell me and I'll do it."

The scout nodded and began to rattle off the locations of the outposts while Six just listened and marked them down. Six brought down his pip-boy and looked at the Slaver for a moment, "Alright, any slaves in the outposts?"

"There are about… twenty per outpost. I think." The slaver answered after thinking for a moment.

"Huh, well thank you for your cooperation."

Six stood up and began to walk away from his former victim leaving him to his own devices, much to the legionary's distress. "W-Wait! You said you were going to let me go!"

Six stopped and looked at the legionary for a moment, amusement flooding through him. "Never said anything like that, you would have known that if you were listening. I said I would cut bits and pieces of you off and feed you to the coyotes. But I don't have time to do the cutting, so bye-bye, ta ta."

With a small wave and an unseen wink, Six turned around and left the Scout behind.

"N-no WAIT! Please come back!"

But it was too late, for the Courier was already gone, leaving the man to die. And at this realization anger flowed throughout his body.

"YOU SON OF A WHORE! The Phoenix Legion will slaughter you and burn the Mojave to the ground! My brothers w-"

He stopped when he heard growling coming from behind him, he slowly turned to see multiple coyotes walking towards him, it was an entire pack. And they were hungry.

The legionary could only scream in agony as the coyotes tore him apart, ripping flesh from his bones and disemboweling him so they could chew on his innards.

The Torture would only end after thirty minutes of being eaten alive when all the was left of the scout was bones and uneaten flesh.

Six wouldn't admit it to anyone but the slavers' screams were music to his ears.


OPERATION RATTLESNAKE IS A GO


Campfires burned, weapons were sharpened, and war drums were beaten. All around the camp Legion soldiers prepared, readying themselves to fight the profligates across the river so they could regain the honor the coward Lanius had sullied when he chose to flee from the degenerates.

The acting Centurion of the outpost almost felt like spitting when he thought of the Disgraced Legate. If his own Legate had been there at the Dam the Centurion was sure the Legion would have won.

He was suddenly filled with a grand idea, he turned towards one of decani and instructed him to gather the men. He would give a speech that would fill them with vigor and instill loyalty to both him and their legate in Phoenix.

Once the profligates across the river were dealt with, the false legates in the north and the coward Lanius in the east would soon realize that Legatus Xanthus is the one and the true heir of Caesar's will.

The Centurion felt pride grow within, perhaps he would fight the Daemon that killed the mighty Cesar. And he would strike the daemon, bringing glory to both himself and his legion.

He was sure of his victory and the victory of his fellow Centurions leading the attack from other locations along the border of the Profligates. He sighed and stood up, it was unbecoming of him to think of victory before he's even achieved it.

He walked out of his tent and pride swelled within him once more at the sight of his troops, the very definition of model legionaries.

As he stood before them he could feel the excitement that was palpable among his troops. He looked over them slowly taking in the assembled legionaries. He then began his speech

"Two Years. It has been two years since the Legion's most humiliating defeat. And who defeated us? Was it eh cowardly NCR? Was it the warlord House and his metal soldiers?" He paused for a moment and took another look at his men before launching into his main point.

"NO! I say it wasn't either of them! It was all because of TWO people! The first being the Daemon in human skin, This-this Monster! That dared defy the Legion and all that it would bring. And the Second is the Coward in the East, who would rather retreat from Caesar's will rather than face his punishment!"

He could feel the anger at the mere mention of the Phoenix Legions' two worst enemies. He grinned behind his mask and brought out his coup de grace.

"BUT NO MORE! No more shall we carry the Shame of Lanius. And no more will the Courier haunt the legion. For we shall march west and Destroy the Daemon! Along with everything it holds dear! We shall set the daemon ablaze and throw him over the Old World Wall, so that he may die from what he fought so hard to protect!"

Cheers rang out amongst the legionaries as they fantasized about defeating the profligates across the river, righteous fury overtook them at the victories to come. The Centurion raised his hands' reign the crowd in. Silence came quickly as the legionaries controlled themselves and once more became models of discipline.

"And as for the Weakling Lanius, we shall regain the honor he had lost. And we shall walk east and break him like we will break the Daemon. And soon after that, we will march North and deal with the so-called… the uhh so-called… What is that horrid whistling sound? I can't b-"

*BOOOOOM*

Those at the center of the Mushroom cloud were vaporized instantly, not fully aware of what just happened to them, those in the middle of the blast were engulfed in atomic fire burnt to a crisp in an instant the flesh on their bones blackening as their eyes melted out of their skulls and their bones became ash.

Those farthest from the blast had it the worst, as their clothes caught on fire and the shockwave crushed bone and ruptured organs; all while sending them rag dolling across the air and making a harsh breaking sound once they landed.

The slaves watching in their pens didn't know what to make of it, they had never seen such destruction before. Most of them shook uncontrollably, thinking the explosion was the work of an angry spirit.

Oh how wrong they were.

For there stood a figure garbed in nigh impenetrable armor, its eyes glowed an eerie red and on its shoulder was what looked like a portable catapult with a transparent shield protecting the man.

'That never gets old'

Courier Six for his part put Ester away, the weapon seemingly vanishing from sight as he walked towards his nuking destination. Taking in the destruction he caused and the legionaries he killed in one fell swoop.

As he stood in front of the slave pen and inside were mostly younger women; hell some of them were fucking kids. And a select few were young boys. Recruits no doubt.

He saw how they shied away from him, no doubt afraid of his appearance. And another thing he noted was their apparent lack of slave collars, the only thing keeping them from freedom was the cage they were in.

Something about that confused six, the Legion always used slave collars, so why weren't using them now? Probably because of how much shit these asshats are swimming in.

He pulled out a bobby pin and in a few seconds had to gate unlocked, the slaves looked at the open gate with apprehension even as six stepped out of the way. Slowly but surely the people inside came out and after a few cautious steps began to speed up and ran from the slave cage. Six watched for a moment before turning East once more


[Seek & Destroy]


Six overlooked another legion camp through the scope of his fully modified Anti-Material Rifle, he honed in on a group of legionaries patrolling the area. Eight In total. Time seemed to slow down around him as he pulled the trigger and chambered another round in one smooth motion. Pulling the trigger one more before the first bullet even struck.

One legionnaire exploded in a mass of gore and intestine, his comrades soon followed him before they could even process what had happened. He put another clip into the weapon and honed in on another eight-man patrol. And once more he showered the surrounding area with blood and guts before any of them could react.

Six put away the sniper rifle and pulled out two other weapons, Blood-nap in one hand and Sleepytime in another. With weapons in hand, he descended the slope and sneaked over to the camp. Coming behind four other legionaries, six holstered the black submachine gun before leaping towards the closest legionaries.

In a flash of metal two had the throats slit, each squirting out blood onto the ground. Six himself appeared as a blur to the slavers as he descended upon them, one had been disemboweled before he could process what had happened. He clutched at his guts before kneeling over.

The other suddenly felt the Courier's tight grasp on their lower jaw and went wide-eyed as it was torn off in an instant. Letting out a small gurgle before dying of shock.

Six grabbed his silenced SMG, duel wielding the knife and silenced-gun. Six entered a tent after throwing a flashbang inside and once more activated bullet time as the shocked legionaries could only look on in horror as the shroud sliced the throat of one slaver and shot nine rounds in unison. Causing nine heads to explode painting the inside of the tent in grey matter.

Six rushed out of the tent and blended into the shadows and came across another ten-man patrol. And much like the rest, they could not react in time to the Courier's ambush and were wiped out without prejudice.

Six became a shroud once more and looked to the far end of the camp and saw something.

A lone Legionary patrolled around the camp, looking for any would-be intruders. He felt something next to him and looked to the left seeing two red lenses looking right at him. His throat began to gush out blood before he could so much as blink.

'Halfway done'

Six passed by the corpse blood-nap in hand as he blended into the shadows once more, looking for more victims. And he found some in a larger legion patrol, numbering twenty.

'Too easy'

BULLET TIME: ACTIVATED

Six took aim and the world around him seemed to grow to a halt as he pulled the trigger, not a single shot wasted as he gunned down the slavers before any of them could react. Limbs exploded and blood flew as the bodies exploded from the barrage.

BULLET TIME: DEACTIVATED

In just a few seconds only another twenty legionaries remained and six reloaded the small submachine gun, once that was done he pulled out a Chinese straight blade he dubbed the 'Dragoon sword' and rushed off to find the last twenty schmucks he had to take care of.

He found them, twenty exact with a Centurion leading at the back. He saw them before they saw him, with a Cheshire smile hidden by his mask Six took off towards his target. Appearing as nothing more than a blur to anything watching.

His form was seen by one legionary but the shout came too late as the Courier's blade severed the man's head from his neck. In a flash of steel more legionaries were cut down, blood spreading all around the area as limbs were cut off in an instant. In less than a minute Only the centurion remained, covered in the blood of his men and reeking of urine.

He could only stare in horror as Six rushed him, and before he could fully comprehend it the Centurion began to fall apart into multiple bloody pieces. Literally.

Six looked over the carnage he caused, seemingly no blood on him even after the brutal display he put on earlier. With a small sigh of relief bullet time was deactivated, he holstered his blade and went over where the slaves were holed up.

Once they were freed six continued his trek east.


Six walked calmly towards the next camp, strolling towards the outpost at a leisurely pace. And once he was close enough he pulled out the Survivalist rifle and took careful aim at a rather large patrol, exactly ten. Just his luck.

Six took a breath, and in a few seconds let out ten rounds. And ten heads burst open painting the nearby land in bits of skull and brain. He quickly reloaded his rifle and carried on.

Another patrol this time numbering thirty came rushing out of one of the tents, and as soon as they saw him some raised whatever firearms they had while the rest charged him.

Six lobed something into the crowd hitting one legionnaire in the face; knocking him unconscious immediately.

*BOOM*

A sizeable green explosion detonated within the legionary ranks, turning most into green goo and sending others ragdolling away. The few that weren't immediately killed by the explosion were wiped out by accurate 12.7mm fire.

Six slapped another magazine into his rifle before rolling into cover to avoid being shot full of lead. A quick peek confirmed that the other half of the camp were firing at him, and those not firing were beginning to charge his position; with the centurion leading at the front. He had them right where he wanted them.

Six put away the rifle and pulled out a weapon that's a blast to use; Mercy a fully automatic grenade machine gun.

Six popped out of cover and pulled the trigger. A rapid stream of 40mm grenades launched towards the advancing horde. Pelting the area in explosions and spraying chunks of legionnaires all around.

Six took a look at the remains of the legionaries and nodded in approval. Now all he needed to do was find those slaves.


Six looked at the head of the fourth centurion, pondering what exactly the man's last thoughts were. As he scooped up another bite of his MRE he realized that it was probably stupid the think about things like that. But he didn't really care, and liked to think about stuff like that sometimes, put himself in his enemies' situation; stuff like that made him feel more human.

Once he was done with his meal he took out a Nuka-cola and downed the soft-drink. 'Ah, so refreshing'.

It was the little things that kept him going sometimes, this outpost wasn't as smooth as his last three, on the account that he wasn't able to dodge every bullet; but those were flesh wounds and his armor protected him from serious harm; plus those would heal in less than a day.

Thank god for cybernetics; without all the bits of cyberware he had installed, he'd probably be dead by now. Plus that sun-based mutation he'd gotten always sped up the process.

Six walked out of the tent and saw the burned-out remains of the camp and saw the charred corpses of the legionnaires. He grimaced slightly; maybe he went a little overboard with Cleansing Flame. Oh well.

He heard some rustling from behind him, 'I missed one?' he ducked under a fire ax before jumping up and retaliating with a roundhouse kick caving in the skull of the ambushing legionary.

Six looked at the corpse for a moment before signing. He was getting sloppy, he would have never missed something like this. Guess those two years without action did make him rusty; meaning he'll have to pick up the slack if he didn't want the Mojave to become a Slaver Paradise.

He took another look at the corpse and scowled a bit.

"Nice going shit for brains, could have just run off and I would've never given you another though. But no you just had to be a fuckin hero, dumb bitch."

Six glared at the corpse for a moment more before shaking his head and deciding to move onto the next outpost. Get done with this already.


Six looked through the scope of the All-American Carbine and felt a little baffled at what he was seeing in front of him. Didn't mean he didn't know what he was looking at, just a little baffled at first.

Because right now it looked like two groups of legionaries decided to duke it out for no reason. One side he dubbed the 'Purple Pedos' on account of their purple armor; and the other side the 'Piss Boys' cause of the yellow armor.

He was already well acquainted with the Piss Boys, given the fact he took out four of their outposts, but this was the first time he'd seen the Purple Pedos. A Civil War?

If that was the case then why did the Piss Boys decide to try and invade the Mojave? He shook his head lightly, 'Fucking Tards'.

He looked at the two warring sides and noted that the piss boys were outnumbered two to one, but what they lacked in numbers they made up for in sheer savagery. Seriously, some of the piss boys were tearing some poor fucker apart with their bare hands.

After a moment he decided that he would sit this one out for the time being, whoever won would be on his shit list, but for now, he would just enjoy the show and wait for them to wear each other apart.

He peered at the slave pen and saw that none of the legionaries were over there; probably forgot about them in the heat of the battle. He shrugged, it just made his job easier.

After what seemed like a few hours of the mindless brawl going on in the camp, things finally settled down as the bloodied survivors looked around at the mountains of dead bodies and rivers of blood surrounding them.

And from the looks of it, the Purple Pedos won the fight numbering exactly seventy-two, good for them. And from what Six saw none of the officers survived; so maybe that explained why the fight had turned into a free for all.

Eh, didn't really matter all that much as Six calculated the best way to take care of these cunts. With the calculations done six honed in on the legionaries as the world around him slowed down once more.

Firing as fast as his finger could, Six let out twenty-four rounds in just a few seconds, each 5.56 round bursting chest's open and causing heads to crack open like rotten coconuts. Six quickly slapped in another clip before honing back into his targets.

The rest of the slavers could only balk at the sight of their comrades suddenly being cut down in front of them. Just then Six fired another twenty-four rounds and just like before another twenty-four bodies fell to the ground.

It was then that the rest of them found their common sense and ducked for cover behind whatever could hide them.

Six put away the All-American and drew two revolvers, both weapons having a special place in his heart. In his right hand was Sweet Revenge, a hand-cannon that saved his ass more than once. In his left was a Ranger Sequoia modified to hold six rounds instead of five.

With his revolvers in hand, Six took off towards the rest of the legionaries, intending to not show them any respite.

Before any of them could react The Courier was already among them firing the two hand-cannons he wielded. The 45-70 govt and .44 Magnum rounds tearing legionaries in half with the sheer power each custom loaded cartridge had. Before most could even blink half the group was dead.

Six was already into cover before any of them could so much as raise their weapons. The Courier's hands were a blur as he reloaded the hand-cannons, replacing the cartridges in just a few seconds.

Once he was ready he rushed out once more a blur to most as he leaped over the stunned legionaries, looking more like a vengeful wraith than a human. Whilst in midair six unleashed more high-powered destruction killing the legionaries instantly and causing their bodies to explode like Gorey pinatas, splattering organs and blood all over the area.

[End]

Six landed and he looked back to see his handy work, not bad.

A little flashy at the end there but even he had to show off every once in a while, made him feel like one of those heroes in those old comic books he read sometimes; he knew it was stupid to waste energy like that, but a move like that can really send fear into your enemies hearts.

He should now; he almost shat his pants when he saw someone leap over him the first time when he was just some dumb kid who thought he was hot shit. Thank god that Ninja was in a good mood and decided to only break half his ribs. Knocked him off his high horse right quick.

He shook his head of the memory and reloaded his revolver's akimbo before holstering the two hand-cannons.

He then walked towards the slave pen and let them go just like the last four. A checkmark showed up on his hud and he brought up his pip-boy

A Horse With No Name: Complete; Go east

New Objective: Head to Phoenix and stop the Legions plans

Six rolled his neck getting the stiffness out before turning east once more, and heading towards what mare be his resting place. That never stopped him before though.

So determined to see things through, Six does what he does best. Go headfirst into danger and coming out relatively unscathed.


Operation RATTLESNAKE deemed a success

Time Spent on Op: Two Days


Six sat up and looked at the void above him before sighing. This is going to be a regular thing, isn't it? Can't a guy catch some shut-eye without something bad or crazy happening?

Hoo Hoo

He craned his head up and saw that golden owl from before, it looked at him for a moment before flying off towards somewhere else. Six stood up and began walking towards the direction the owl flew in. Might as well get this over with.

After walking for what felt like a few hours Six came to a stop when he saw a familiar figure in the distance. 'No fucking way'.

Six began to jog towards the girl and the closer he got he could see she was sitting on the edge of what looked like a cliff; she also looked deep in thought. Maybe some personal stuff.

It took Six far less time to get there than he originally thought it would, so he just walked up behind her and took a look at the void in front of them for a moment more.

"Hey"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Six didn't expect her to let out a high pitched wail, but it wasn't enough to make him jump. She turned around swiftly and surprise was turned into slight confusion.

"Oh, it's you, Scared the jebbles out of me."

"Sorry, mind if I sit here?"

"Yes… I mean! NO! I mean I don't mind, that's what I mean."

"... Is something going on?"

Fiona blushed for a moment before looking down and sighing, looking extremely tired for a moment.

"It's some dumb stuff my sister said about the 'Red String of Fate' or whatever."

Six nodded in response before sitting down next to Fiona and looking at the void, he had to admit it had a stark beauty. Something about it was peaceful, maybe he was just being creepy but he liked the silence.

"Well, what can I say. Siblings always say dumb shit-"

"Swear" Six looked at Fiona for a moment utterly bewildered. "What?"

Fiona for her part just shrugger "swears are bad dude." Six stared at her for a moment more before shaking his head a chuckling lightly.

"Sure, swears are bad. So as I was saying before I got so rudely interrupted." Fiona blushed lightly and at least looked ashamed. "Swears are bad man."

"Heh yeah, anyways siblings say dumb stuff all the time. But they usually mean well so don't take it to heart."

"I know it's just *Sign* she can be a little overbearing sometimes, especially when it comes to guys."

"She overprotective?" Fiona looked thoughtful for a bit, mulling over her answer.

"Well… Yes, and no. She wants me the get a boyfriend but she hates it when I hang out with boys. And now she won't stop going on about 'Fate' and stuff."

"Hmm, well just talk to her about it, tell her how ya feel. You won't get anywhere if you don't put your foot down, and besides, she's your family you just gotta talk to her."

"I know…" She looked down and something within Six stirred a little bit, he was never any good with kids; sure he knew a few things here and there but he could never see himself looking after one. But he tried where he could.

"You know what, If I recall correctly I own you a few stories. So how about it?"

Fiona let a small smile onto her face; which quickly morphed into a smirk.

"Only if they're super embarrassing."

"Hah, sure thing kid, sure thing."

To Be Continued…


COURIER SIX

FAVORED ARMOR: ELITE RIOT GEAR

WEAPONRY: Too many to list

RACE: ?

PLACE OF BIRTH: ?

FAVORED DRINK: NUKA COLA

NOTABLE QUOTES:

"Hey, who the fuck are you? How'd you get in here? OH NO YOU FUCKIN DON'T! GET BACK HERE!" -Firsthand quote

"Oh hey man! how've you been? Don't mind me just killing your guys and pissin on their graves and oh- OH NO! It appears that I've stabbed you in the chest. Oh-oh nooo, I can't stop stabbing you! Oh nooo…" -Chatting with Caesar


Heya howdy, So that was something huh, I listened to a shit ton of the Madness Combat OST while writing this I think it shows. Also Big thanks you to Some Random Marine for proof-reading. Also, Six ass-blasted 404 legionaries if you were wondering… Yes, I keep track of that kind of stuff, yes I find it fun. Anyways on 2 ta reviews an shit

Bile 1.0: Glad you feel that way man, I hope I can continue to deliver.

Saucegirl35: Thanks!

Bruhmeister935: No problem man, hope you'll continue to enjoy.

SixToNine: Yes

ManwithaPlan113: Well I did say he'd be pretty OP. And this fic will get odd at times, mostly to deal with some of the craziness of Adventure Time, and the whole 'Wild Wasteland' thing Six has got going on.

And no the House does not always win, sometimes the House ends up with a 9 iron caving his head in because he's a wrinkly old bitch.

And I plan to avoid most of the fallout fic tropes; Six won't be transported to Aaa immediately, it'll take some time for him to get there. And thanks, good luck to you too man.

Anyways, this has been Djpj7652 and I'll see ya next time.


Omake: A Courier In Texas

He did it, he had finally reached the Texas Commonwealth. And with this achievement, he was halfway done with his journey. Courier Six after facing numerous challenges and nigh-impossible odds, could finally restock on Nuka-Cola. Nuka-Cola oh how he missed the drink, and while he preferred Sunset Sarsaparilla, the Carbonated drink held a special place in his heart. He could feel a smile worm it's way onto his face as he saw a town over the horizon coming into view, oh how he missed the taste of Nuka-Cola.

It didn't take long for him to reach the settlement and while it looked rather dinky, most towns in the wasteland did and this place had a saloon. He spared a glance towards the sign at the front of the town.

Welcome to Carbon

Carbon huh? Well not the weirdest name he's ever heard and he quickly let out a weary sign, how long had it taken him to reach this place? Two, three months? Eh didn't matter, all he wanted was some refreshing Nuka-Cola. And with his desire in mind, he moseyed on into the saloon.

As he entered the place he got a feel for his surroundings and just like any other bar people were sitting together and drinking away their troubles. After the shit he went through he might join them, but that could wait until he got what he had come for.

He walked over to the bartender and looked the lady up and down, she was very attractive; no doubt about it. A curvy figure, a heart-shaped face, silky blond hair, and some *ahem* large assets hidden behind a blue jumpsuit. If he played his cards right he might end up sharing a bed with the women.

He swaggered towards the bar confidence oozing out of him; leaned slightly on the counter.

[Lady Killer] "Hey gorgeous, why don't you and me 'take a break' if you catch my drift." His voice turned husky all while eyeing the bartender, and at his flirting, her face adopted a heavy blush and she looked away from him for a moment. Her blush intensified when she turned back to him.

"Ah jeez, you really think I'm gorgeous?" she seemed nervous for some reason and she couldn't look at him directly without blushing profusely. Six inwardly chuckled, he just had that effect on women; and men too.

"Really, really" he turned up the charm just a notch and watched in satisfaction as the barkeep began to fan herself while blushing madly. "W-well m-my shift will be done in a bit, b-but w-would you like something t-to cool you down?"

Six chuckled at how adorable this girl is, call her beautiful and she became a stuttering mess. Maybe six would stay here a while, and while he could feel multiple glares coming in from multiple people, most likely limp-dicked suitors after the bartender's heart, and angry at how easily he made her swoon. Six chuckled a little more and looked back at the still blushing barkeep.

"Sure, I'll have a Nuka-Cola. Ice-cold." at his request; the barkeep rose and eyebrow, her blushing becoming less intense.

"I'm sorry but I've never heard of Nuka-Cola and I'm sure we don't have any in stock. We've got bawls though, you want some bawls?" she said this all with a smile plastered on her face. And at hearing the word 'bawls' something in six snapped.

"What?" his voice was all but a whisper and the girl looked concerned at his behavior.

"We have-"

"I heard you, I know what you said, I mean. What the FUCK did you just ask me!"

The girl cowered at his apparent anger, six couldn't calm himself down; something about the word 'bawls' angered him to no end.

The girl was shaking like a leaf and several people within the saloon stood up as if they could fucking stop him. Slowly the girl brought up a glass bottle with little glass balls decorating the bottle.

"I- I meant B-bawls energy drink. It's-"

"OH! Ohhhh! Yes, I would love some Bawls! Mmmm yummy bawls! Such a refreshing beverage. WHO THE FUCK SAYS THAT!" Six's shout echoed throughout the bar scaring every single person there, especially the poor bartender.

"Yes, sire I would love some Bawls to wash down this shit and piss sandwich I had earlier. Yuuummmee! I sure do love the taste of BAWLS!"

Six in a fit of anger grabbed a random table and flipped it over, the strength he put into it causing both the floor and table to crack once it landed. Once he was done six left the bar cursing Texas with every fiber of his being.

"Fuck this stupid place! I'm going back to the Mojave."