Chapter 4: Don't Ask Questions You Don't Want Answers To
"That so does not look like me."
"Deacon, it looks exactly like you."
"Does not!"
"Does to!"
Deacon gave James an offended look. "You think this thing", he gestured at the reconstructed raider lying on a stretcher "looks like me?". It had taken a week, but James and Deacon had managed to round up enough gunners and raiders to replace the Railroad.
"Yes." Flatly stated James. "Which, if I may remind you, was the entire point of this."
He gave a dramatic sniffle. "I'm hurt! I am much sexier. I'm like 1000 percent sexier than this wanna-be look-a-like. The Institute will never buy it."
James rolled his eyes. "Really? I've seen every last inch of you. He looks the same."
Drummer Boy, against his better judgment, decided to wandered over to the bickering couple. "Why have you seen that much of Deacon?"
"Well, now that is fun story." said the spy with a grin.
"One drunken night, whilst we were hiding from deathclaws on a roof, we decided to play strip poker. Deacon lost." Stated James.
"Or I won, depending on how you look at it." Supplied Deacon helpfully.
Drummer Boy looked from James to Deacon and shook his head before leaving the two to their argument. "I believe you and I'm sorry I asked."
"You seriously think we look the same?"
James gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine! You're right. The corpse on the table is not as sexy as you are."
Deacon clapped and pointed a finger at James. "Thank you! So, you do think I'm sexy!"
"What?"
"By saying he isn't as sexy as I am, you are, to some degree, admitting you find me sexy."
James contemplated Deacon's logic for a moment.
"Okay, I do find you a little sexy."
"Only a little?"
"Fine, I find you to be very sexy. That said, I find all of my friends to be attractive. I'm slowly building a harem out of my companions to keep me amused while I take over the Commonwealth and corner the Jet industry." Admitted James.
Deacon was silent for a moment. "I'm your favorite in the harem, right?"
James patted Deacon on the shoulder and smiled. "Of course you are."
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