Hello! Just wanted to say this is my first fanfic so Im kind of nervous to even post this lol. This will be a slow burn between Charon and LW (name will be reveled soon) but don't worry, it won't take 30 or so chapters for them to get together B) Please tell me what you think! Im still trying to get the hang of this place! I posted this story the other day but I realized how badly I rushed it and decided to delete it and add it again. Please let me know what you think!
The bar had been slow for months now, not even a fight to break up so Charon could stretch his legs and move from the spot he could feel himself rotting in. He shifted from left to right every few hours just to adjust his bones. He stared into space wandering if he could use one of the empty glass bottles littering the tables to kill himself...and if it would be breaking the contract ahzrukhal held. Being reminded of his "pledge" to Ahzrukhal, Charon's eyes lazily scanned over to the table where he stood bartering with snowflake about another shot and (if he paid generously of course) one of the many chems ahzrukhal kept under the table for special paying customers.
A small thudding made Charon's shoulders clench in anticipation. He relaxed when he seen it was just one of the few ghouletts that wondered into the bar ( greta or something) smacking one of the only radios in underworld. She kept smacking, hitting, and turning knobs, trying to get any sound other than static to come out. Before Charon could start his march over there to throw the damn thing at the wall, a voice was finally heard.
"Hello boys and girls, its three dog bringing you back the good news of the wasteland! "
Charon let out a small sigh and leaned back on the wall again. Three dog had a way of annoying him with that ridiculous good mood he always seemed to be in but he had to admit it was good when that radio finally worked for once. It was pretty much the only way he and the other ghouls heard of any news that went on outside, hardly anything dramatic happened inside the museum.
"-And buckle down my fellow listeners, Ive got more news about our own lone wanderer that is out and about-" If the ghouls had ears they would have pricked up at the name. "Last time our fearless friend stopped by they were generous enough to give ol' three dog more of their story and now...I'm here to tell it all to you." He continued.
"how do you think they do it? I mean like...survive out there? alone?" Greta asked one of the more sober ghouls. In the middle of a sip, held his drink at his chapped lips and thought for a second before shrugging.
"Probably just a lucky fucker." He finally answered and took that swig he had been lingering on.
The 'Lone Wanderer' everyone kept taking about was probably the only highlight of the working radio. When Three Dog would mention the current events in the wanderers life every ghoul would stop to hear the latest on this mystery of the wastelands. It gave people something to look forward to in the underworld.
"I heard they've slaughtered a super mutant camp once!"
"The other day I heard they took down a deathclaw."
"Carol told me they had a pet deathclaw"
The rumors went on, and got more out of hand the later it got. More and more customers came into ahzrukhal's bar just to get drunk on the cheapest alcohol and then crowd around the radio. The mood in the place changed as they all murmered about the possibility of who this mysterious person was and if they would ever be seen near the museum. Finally after Ahzrukhal realized people were talking instead of pouring his drinks down their gullet, he decided to end the party. One by one they slowly rolled out, until ahzrukhal gave Charon the look. Charon stood straight and once he started walking towards the crowd they all picked up the pace. Unfortunately one of the rather wasted ghouls needed a little help leaving, and only after Charon tossed him out and locked the door did he see ahzrukhal calling him over with a swat of his hand. Ahzrukhal pointed to the barstool at the end for Charon to sit, and so he did.
"You know, I don't really get the hype of this whole story everyone seems to be getting into...but Im not complaining when these slobs bring me more caps because of it." Ahzrukhal chuckled out loud. The night got the best of him, as he decided to take a couple of shots himself for how hard thought he worked tonight. He managed to get more caps than he had seen in the last few months, so he deserved a treat. Apparently he was feeling generous and poured two last shots and slid the second to Charon.
Ahzrukhal tapped the shot glass as he raised his own. "drink. Don't waste it and make me regret even pouring it." He demanded. His attitude change suddenly as he thought about the money that came in tonight.
"We did good today Charon, a little celebration is needed every once in a while." Ahzrukhal gave a greasy smile as he slung his head back and downed the liquor in one go. Charon brought the cup to his lips. He hesitated, glancing back at Ahzrukhal and his slimy smile as he kept jabbering about how much he made with watered down liquor and how stupid the other ghouls were for not realizing. Charon just sneered, just the thought of talking to Ahzrukhal like they were business partners made him want to hurl the drink into the mans eyes. Charon did what he was told, sit the shot glass down, and stood waiting for further instructions.
Ahzrukhal noticed mid sentence that Charon was up out of his seat. "I see you want to go back to your corner then. Go, Im done for the night anyways." He said waving him off and slandering to the door way before turning back around. Ahzrukhal snickered a bit and grabbed the rest of the liquor.
"Charon tell me, do you really buy into this..." He stood and swung his hand in a circle trying to find the words, "Lone wandered bullshit?" Charon stared at the wall in front of him, his feet begging him to sit back down on the barstool and relax and end whatever chit-chat Ahzrukhal thought they were having.
"Answer me." Ahzrukhal demanded a little more sober this time. Charon's head snapped to him, teeth clenched. He didn't care about this conversation, or any conversation with Ahzrukhal. All he wanted was to, as Ahzrukhal put it, go back to his corner.
" I don't believe in stupid fucking stories." He finally said. It must had been a good enough answer since Ahzrukhal rolled his eyes and continued to the back leaving Charon alone again.
