They weren't but five minutes from Underworld, hidden in the shadows of the nearby museum, when the kid turned to Charon and asked him if he liked her. She had some stupid look on her face that told Charon she'd be bawling if he gave her the wrong answer.
"I am inclined to offer my services to you. I do not necessarily have to 'like' you," Charon responded, his voice low to mask his continuing anger. Ahzrukhal was dead, and Charon was still pissed. He'd added "takes advantage of naïve teenagers" to his list of Reasons to Kill Ahzrukhal only minutes before being allowed the pleasure of murdering him.
Charon ground his teeth together irritably, still seething. Sure, Charon had done his share of downright awful things, but forcing a young girl to pleasure him was lower on Charon's moral compass than he was willing to go.
The kid's face fell at Charon's words. He rolled his eyes and drew out a breath, annoyed with her already.
"You don't like me?" she inquired, her lower lip trembling slightly. "But I... I really like you, Charon." Reaching out, she grasped his hand and managed to wiggle her fingers between his before he could stop her. "I mean, that's why I saved up enough to buy your contract!"
Except you didn't save up enough, Charon bitterly thought.
"I saw how unhappy you were working for Ahzrukhal,"--Charon watched the kid touch the bruise on her neck impulsively-- "so I worked really hard to buy you—I mean, your contract!--because I want you to be happy."
Charon took a deep breath and held it for a few moments. The kid was doing nothing to help relieve his anger. He just wanted to go kill some God damned Super Mutants or something already, not listen to this little girl blab to him about how she wanted him to be happy.
As if he could ever be happy like this. Shackled by programming. Constantly the property of someone else, never himself.
"So, please, Charon," the kid moved closer, then dropped to her knees, her hands digging at his belt, already attempting to undo his belt buckle. "Let me make you happy?" His belt buckle unclasped beneath her quick fingers and the buttons to his pants followed.
She was halfway into his boxers when he let out his held breath. Rage quickly took its place. "Not knowing where your mouth has been," he spat, anger shaking both his words and his body, and he pulled away from the kid's grasp.
Tears were already clouding her eyes, but he was having a hard time giving a shit. Even dead, Ahzrukhal was still managing to upset him. God fucking damn it.
"I did it for you," she sobbed, falling back on her ass and covering her face with her arm in a feeble attempt to hide her tears.
"When did I ever say I wanted you to?" Charon snapped. "And if you think you did me a favor, think again."
With a horrific wail, the kid sprang to her feet and sprinted back out into the Mall. Charon, grumbling but obedient, unslung his shotgun and followed after her, prepared to kill any Super Mutants she attracted to herself.
But fuck if he couldn't help but think giving blowjobs to Ahzrukhal under the bar was better than this.