Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you…
Mercy!
"Blue, would you please turn that crap off!" Piper complained, cradling her head in her hands as she could feel the impending headache.
It was at least the fourth time that she was forced to listen to the torturous song and its dreaded beat that played continuously. Or at least felt like it was never-ending.
By some unbelievable misfortune, Nora had come upon a holotape with an enormous collection of strange old songs Piper had never had the displeasure of listening to in her entire life.
Since the holotape was found, Nora had played different songs, but once she came upon this one, she wouldn't stop playing it over and over on her Pip-Boy. Very loudly.
The vault-dweller looked at the reporter, her eyes wide and innocent looking. Piper narrowed her eyes and threw an irritated glance toward the device on the older woman's wrist.
The brunette looked down at her arm blankly and turned the knob on it so that it wasn't playing anymore.
"Thank you," Piper sighed and rubbed her temple with her thumbs in an attempt to dispel the pain forming in her head.
"I take it you don't like that song?" Nora questioned, looking confused and albeit disappointed.
"Well, after listening to it three or four times, you kinda lose sight of any fondness you may have ever had for it," Piper told her, smiling wryly as she suppressed a groan of slight annoyance.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Piper… I didn't realize it was bothering you," Nora apologized, throwing her a remorseful look.
Piper nodded in response, giving her friend a sincere smile to wordlessly communicate that there were no hard feelings.
"It's just… Nate would play that song regularly in his Corvega back when we first got together." As soon as the older woman had mentioned her deceased husband, she had Piper's attention. The reporter looked down guiltily, feeling bad that she had opened her big mouth and demanded that Nora shut the song off. However, her gaze snapped back upward quickly after she heard the vault-dweller's voice sound once again.
"It was an ugly car, it really was. Bright green, too. Like so unbelievably, blindingly lime that it hurt your eyes to look at it. He'd drive by my apartment and pick me up after I was through with classes for the day, and every single time without fail, Roy Orbison's 'Pretty Woman' would be playing," Nora fondly recounted. The corners of Piper's lips quirked in a small smile.
"I guess the song just… reminds me of him and his goofy self," the vault-dweller reminisced, a bittersweet expression on her face.
"But don't worry about that. It's the past," Nora slowly tried out. Piper knew how hard it was for the brunette to face the facts that she'd never have any life like the one she left.
Nora crossed her arms and looked down at the ground, seeming to be absorbed in her own world. Piper's lips tightened into a tight line, displaying her worry. She furrowed her brow in contemplation, attempting to think of something that she could do to lift the vault-dweller's spirits.
It didn't take her long before she came up with the perfect idea.
"Hey, Blue, play another song. A really good one," Piper requested, smiling up at the slightly taller woman from her seated position.
"Well… Which one?" Nora asked, looking albeit confuse as she was shaken from her quiet reflection.
"Aw, what the heck? Any of them will do. It doesn't matter. You've got good taste. I trust you. Just as long as it's not Skeeter Davis. It's too sad. 'The End of the World' isn't a tune we really need right now," Piper smirked and raised a brow as she spoke. Nora rolled her eyes and grinned lopsidedly at the girl.
"Weeeell," Nora dragged out the word with a teasing expression, sticking her tongue out after she spoke, "I think I might have just the one." She fiddled with the Pip-Boy on her arm for a moment before she finally turned the knob that adjusted the volume.
What you want, baby, I got,
What you need, do you know I got it
All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you come home
Hey, baby, when you get home
Nora immediately began enthusiastically singing along and dancing to the beat as she resumed screwing a scope on her rifle. Piper hid the amused grin that was spreading like wildfire across her face behind the book she'd been reading.
However, despite her mirth at Nora's gusto, she somehow ended up humming along with the tune before long.
And judging by Nora's wide smile, she had certainly noticed and was definitely nowhere near as subtle with her merriment. Which was something Piper didn't really mind at all.