Sometimes Charon just mentally checked out, just let everything turn into a kind of far away alarm. There seemed no point to giving anything but the most miniscule amount of attention to anything, including the radio that half of Underworld seemed to be fixed around. No one was causing trouble, no one was slurring loudly to their comrades, or even talking for that matter - so, as Charon normally did in these circumstances, he faded out. Not sleeping of course, but the closest he could while keeping his eyes open and his knees from buckling under him. The corner of the bar, the blurry figures to his left, and the loud yapping of the radio dulled and blurred - that is until he heard Ahzrukhal snap his fingers. The noise was like a retrieval cue that his brain just couldn't ignore.
In seconds the room became crisp and what was once peace inside his ears, now was a vibrating ruckus that he nearly winced at. He grumbled, hearing his distinct vibrating tone inside his ears, almost louder than the radio. It was irritating - yet in the span of about five seconds, from faded to un-faded, he was already in view of the top of Ahzrukhal's scratchy slick skull. Charon grimaced, bumping shoulders with a short ghoul who once saw it was Charon, scooted out of his way as quickly as possible. He didn't bothering looking at who it was, just saddled up the bar with the radio now much louder than it was in his corner. He touched the edge of the bar with his fingers, feeling them stick in a gross way.
Ahzrukhal looked amused; never a good sign. The ghoulish bar-owner looked over his piece of property with an almost appreciative stare; to say it unnerved Charon was an understatement. The only other time his employer got that look was when he'd gotten an offer from another kind of variety for Charon's services. Going by the contract, Charon didn't have to follow these certain orders but in the end they left him a little more relaxed, even if the journey to that relaxation wasn't the most pleasant. What Ahzrukhal was probably about to tell Charon was that someone wanted a fuck, and they wanted a fuck from him...and really, how could he say no? Ghoulettes weren't half bad, and they were definitely appreciative in many departments.
"It's your lucky day Charon, been awhile since I got an offer like this, let alone an offer from such a dam like this one.", the meaty face of Ahzrukhal barred his yellow teeth in a grin; eyes slithering past Charon to a table off in the very empty section of the bar near the side entrance. Charon didn't follow his gaze, he knew better, yet this lack of action seemed to annoy his employer for some reason. Charon lowered his eyes, unamused by Ahzrukhal's declaration.
"Yeah, I'm sure she's real special." Charon didn't bother hiding his heavy sarcasm...not like Ahzrukhal minded anyway.
Who could it be this time, Greta again? Tulip? - or was it some new ghoulette that happened to wander inside looking for a little stress relief.
Like Ahzrukhal normally did when this type of thing happened he removed a cup from the shelf behind him without taking his eyes off who ever it was waiting for Charon. Ahzrukhal set the cup down before his employee, pouring a brimming amount of whiskey inside. The coopery liquid glistened in its porcelain coffee cup, calling to Charon above it. With a set-lined mouth Charon grasps the mug and downed the whole thing in a gulp and a-half.
The alcohol burned like he was swallowing fire; a good kind of fire. It sank low in his stomach and exploded warmth through out him. It wasn't enough to get him drunk, or even buzzed, but it would help ease him into the perverse activity he was about to engage himself in. Man-whore was a term he thought of often at a moment like this, yet it wasn't like he was fucking things he didn't want to fuck...just things he didn't extremely enjoy fucking; he figured that had to be different than whore.
He debated on standing there a bit longer so Ahzrukhal would take the hint and pour his another cup, yet in the end filling himself with booze wouldn't make it any better - in fact if he was buzzed it may take him longer to satisfy the doll.
So, with stiff fingers on the bar and a decent amount of apprehension in his gut he pushed himself from the counter and headed for the dim figure in the adjoining room, all the while ignoring the few stares from some of the ghouls managing to rip themselves from the radio for a few seconds; Charon never did bother listening to what they all found so enthralling about today's broadcast.
It took no more than three strides for him to realize something was wrong with the waiting ghoulette.
Hair.
What he had mistaken for some kind of hood or hat was actually hair; and something was holding it up in a style that he couldn't imagine seeing outside of the Pre-War era. It was a greenish tint in the limited light, yet as he got closer he could tell it was a light brown. He hadn't made a note of it but he had stopped a couple feet away from her, her back still to him. She was still, yet he figured she knew he was behind her. He wasn't exactly a subtle type of ghoul, what with his extra head taller than everyone besides super mutants.
Upon closer inspection the ghoulette had bobby pins holding up her glossy looking do. What kind of ghoul wore a wig except for 'Snowpuff'? Hell, a ghouls a ghoul and no fucking fake head of hair is gonna change anything. He found himself agitated quit quickly, and already he knew this wasn't going to be as easy as he'd hoped. With a set jaw and clenched teeth he proceeded to the small table, rounding the dam as he eyed the chair in front of her.
Yet, as he leaned down into the chair he found his chest constricting and his eyes trying their best to stay slanted. It was a smoothskin. A fuckin clean faced kid, still with puffy little cheeks. He hesitated only a second before he eased down into the chair, hearing it creek under his large stature. If this was some kind of sick joke, he wasn't amused; at all.
Her head was down, choppy bangs hanging over her eyes. Charon stared, unable not to. How had he been so faded that he'd not noticed a smoothskin, especially a female one at that, sneak past him? A muscle in his right eye twitched as he gazed at her sun beaten cheeks and dry lips. Despite the regular wear and tear of the wastes she looked good; real good.
"Hey...", her voice was a little scratchy, but not any where near unpleasant.
He remained silent, thinking it was best. He didn't trust his voice at the moment - not when she was lifting that head of her to look up at him. He held a ball of spit in his mouth as he salivated, not wanting to gulp audibly in front of her. She was a sight for sore eyes. A young little thing with dark brown eyes. He managed to give her a steady nod in acknowledgment, still staring at her. He hadn't seen a smoothskin in a few years...and that one had been a roughened up old beggar.
She smiled, a closed lipped smile and started to finger the rim on her bottle of whiskey; it was half empty. He inwardly scoffed. Yeah, guess you'd have to be half sauced to wanna fuck a ghoul...Yet she didn't look all that dizzy.
Suddenly he remembered why he was sitting where he was; he was suppose to fuck her, fuck her like he fucked the ghoulettes. His teeth mashed together and a pain in his temple started to form. Soon he'd have a nice headache.
"You ugh...don't mind if I have another swig of this first...do you?"
He near gawked at her, but he knew better. His eyes focused on her still, refusing to let his gaze shift and appear meek. Again he nodded to her, watching as she upped that previous smile in a very sexual way before taking a nice long swig of whiskey; halving the remaining of the bottle. Her throat contracted as she swallowed and he was left very aroused and confused. She'd paid for him already, why was she baiting him...not only that but he was a fuckin' ghoul. You didn't need to bait a ghoul, especially with those cans.
The bottle hit the table, shaking it as well as Charon out an increasing paranoia. He'd never fucked a smoothskin since his ghoulification...well, almost - but that was a rare occurrence and she wasn't some fresh faced teenager. His stomach sunk at the idea of fucking this teenager. What would have been excitement was easily becoming terror, and it only got worse when he saw her slide out of her chair to stride up next to him. He now had view of Ahzrukhal at the bar, staring at him with a wide grin. The bastard either knew how uncomfortable this would be for him, or the ghoul was just plain excited for him. Though for some reason the other ghouls in the bar didn't even see the smoothskin, just kept at the radio with immense fascination.
"Come on big guy."
Like a zombie he mechanically followed as the smoothskin lead him out of his chair. Her gloved hand was around his wrist, pulling him to the back entrance with a hurry. Before he smelt the last whiff of stale beer from the bar he heard the radio mention something about the Lone Wanderer in Underworld...interesting.
His chest hammered. The cold heart inside him was thrumming behind his eyes and along the area of bare 'flesh' the smoothskin was holding onto. A lump in his throat formed as she tugged him down the stairs, around a corner, down a dark corridor and into a small dim room. The door slammed shut behind as if signalling his immediate onslaught. Surprisingly, she let go of him and strut slowly to the bed that was scooted up against the center wall. Her stance was almost too comfortable; too casual.
She flopped down on the bed, wrinkles in her green slip only creasing more as she stretched out, not even looking over at him. His boots felt glued to the spot as his eyes roamed over the tiny room. It was only a foot longer than he was tall...even less than that in width - it would do for a quicky, but nothing extremely acrobatic. At the thought of sex he found himself staring down at the spread out smoothskin. Her legs from the knees down were bare and her arms were tossed over her head, partially hanging off the bed - and hell...she was staring right back at him.
She smirked, one that could rival his own when he was feeling sardonic.
"So, whats it like working for Ahzrukhal?", she turned away from him and crossed her legs at the ankle, tapping one foot to a silent beat.
"Is this what you paid for? Small talk?" He wasn't good at beatin' around the bush and the last thing he wanted was to prolong the uneasiness he felt from just being in the same room as her. How could a kid like her make him feel so uneasy. He had little to feel uneasy or unconfident about, yet here he was...awaiting her word; her command so too speak.
"No...I guess I didn't." She still didn't look at him, but smiled anyways. One of her hands arched above her and came down to rest on one clothed thigh, teasing the material up and down while her smile grew. Her lips parted and for a second Charon though he may have groaned.
"I've..never, well I guess you could say I wouldn't really do something like this...normally." She spoke then bit her lower lip in mock embaressment. He nearly glared at her. She didn't need to play coy with him - she just needed to tell him where to stick it.
He grunted, an annoyed sound as he shifted in his stance, pushing himself against the door. "You don't need to say anything smoothskin, formalities are something that comes with the price." He crossed his arms, hearing the audible creek of his leather armor twisting as he did so. Those young eyes looked up at him and he did his best to maintain steady eye contact with her. He was slowly aclimatizing to the situation, regardless of the things the smoothskin was doing to her now half bare thigh.
Little gloved fingers, covered in black leather, touching pale skin - it make him look the other way finally.
"Your right..", she sighed and he couldn't help but look back over at her out of the corner of his eye as she moved to sit up, pushing those legs so they now crossed at the knee. Shit, it was making a heat grow where heat hadn't grown in awhile, "...how long do I have you for, big guy?"
The way she said 'big guy', his throat vibrated as he spoke, unable to cover up the even raspier tone of his voice. " Thirty."
"Then we better get started."