Chương 17: A Certain Item
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"How much?"
Twig points at the three Nuka-Cola bottles but the old man stayed silent, making Twig whine.
"How much?"
The old man looks up after a puff.
"How much?"
"Yes!"
The old man slowly looks up as Twig fidgets in place and continues to point childishly.
"For the bottle?"
"Yes!"
"And what's in 'em?"
"Yes?!"
The old man takes his time on his appraisal.
"I'd say..."
"Yeah?!"
The old man takes another puff as he 'hums.'
"Words... speak words, old man!"
The old man thinks some more.
"Three caps."
"Each."
"Great!"
Twig flings the caps at his face and he immediately jumps for the bottles, downing one on the spot as his geiger counter clicks. He throws the bottle, which shatters on the ground.
"I gotta say, boy. I never seen nobody drink so fast."
Twig drinks his second bottle.
"You got a lead belly or somethin', sonny?"
Twig makes a long elegant burp and starts drinking his last bottle.
"D'you have any more?"
The old shopkeeper starts to look around.
"I've got..."
He grabs a Sunset Sarsaparilla next to him.
"I got some uhh... I got some Sunset."
Twig grimaces at him.
"Does that look like Nuka-Cola?"
"Mmhh... Not like I said, well for. It's Sunset."
Twig shook his head enraged.
"I'm talking about Nuka-Cola. Do you have any more... Nuka?
"Oh! Nuka?"
"Yeah! Is it..."
"No, I just got Sunset."
Hearing the old man's response Twig immediately disappeared from the store.
-With Scar-
A female guard was watching Scar and the gamblers playing Caravan.
"There's, there's that! Right, that's what I told 'er. I told you girls can't play Caravan. Let's go! C'mon..."
One of the gamblers says as Scarlett lays down a card, he claps his hands and cheers.
"What?! How do you have that card?!"
The gambler remarks.
"Hey!"
Scar responded back.
"How do you have that--"
"I gave you fair warning!"
The third gambler tosses back his wagered caps to the other gamblers and storms out in a huff.
"Ohh... don't be like that."
The second gambler sits down sobbing
"That's the only two chips I had..."
"Hey... is he, is he crying?"
Scarlet and the first gambler have a laugh.
-With Rebecca and Six-
As the people of Eastwood were evacuating, thinking it was some kind of celebration the eccentric Mayor had made up, Six and Rebecca were busy in a room they had rented.
"Let's see you enjoy this then!"
Rebecca stated, stepping out of the bathroom in a new outfit, or at least, what she considered an outfit. Rebecca usually wore a thin, tight black tank top that bared her midriff and hot shorts made from an old pair of trousers.
So, it wasn't surprising when he saw her. She was wearing pink bike shorts and a tank top that had a boob window, but she was still almost as flat as a board, but her outfit showed the corners of her petite breasts.
"Well?"
She gave a few poses, most attempting to make her bust look bigger.
"I think I'd refuse to answer."
He deadpanned and she quickly glared at him.
"What's that supposed to mean? You think my body's ugly?"
She asked as she stepped over to where he was sitting.
"That's a trap question, and I refuse to answer it. And 'Becca you've been acting strange the past few weeks."
He diplomatically said.
"I'm fine! Why does everyone keep asking that? First your Mom, now you... I've just been a little tired and crankier these days, OK!"
She said as she leaned forward, almost pushing her chest to his nose.
"Hmph! As far as I'm concerned, there's only two answers... You either like my body, or you don't..."
...
[50 MEDICINE Check Failed]
"I-I didn't mean it, Rebecca. You're perfectly normal, but I think there might be something wrong with you...you could be sick."
Six said, backtracking a bit in his words.
She then started to sob.
"I j-just want some burritos with maple syrup"
She said through tears as she wiped her eyes.
"How about we go out, and I treat you to some burritos with maple syrup? I'm sure the system store has some."
Six suggested nervously, hoping to soothe his gun-crazed chibi girlfriend without causing her to cry again.
"I don't want to go out... I'm gross, I don't want anyone to see me!"
She responded, pulling the bed blanket over herself.
"Come on, it'll be fine. I promise no one will stare."
He reassured her.
"I am fine! Can't you see? There's nothing wrong with me!"
She yelled, hurling a pillow at him.
Six caught the pillow and lunged towards Rebecca, attempting to restrain her, but she spun around with surprising speed and kicked him to the ground, eliciting a groan of pain and frustration from him.
"Rebecca, you were never able to do that, what if something is wrong with you? We won't know unless we find out. You could probably mutate into a grotesque monster for all we know."
He reasoned.
She paused, tears streaming down her face.
"You said I'm going to turn ugly!"
She accused, starting to cry inconsolably again.
"No, no, no, I meant that could happen if we don't treat whatever's wrong with you. Don't worry, no one will hurt you."
He soothed, rubbing her back gently.
"Can we still get my burritos?"
She asked, sniffling.
"Of course, with all the syrup you want"
He replied, soothing her.
After some thought, Six believed he understood her issue, and shaking his head, purchased a certain item from the system store.
"Rebecca, when was your last period?"
"My period... I don't know, I haven't had one since I've been here. Why are you asking, Big Guy?"
Rebecca ponders, causing Six to sigh in resignation.
"Here, take this; I think you know how to use it."
"You can't be serious."
"Just go into the bathroom and make sure to use it."
A few minutes later, she emerges from the bathroom with a positive pregnancy test and a nervous smile.
"Hehe, what are the chances this is wrong?"
"Rebecca, we don't have the equipment to test you, but with the symptoms you're displaying, you're likely one to two months pregnant."
He explained as he turned to his Pip-boy and sent a message home.
Silence filled the room as soon as he spoke, leaving Rebecca speechless.
"'Becca, you'll have to return to Goodsprings. You're too much of a risk to yourself and the baby, as your body is overwhelmed with hormones, making you unstable and driven by maternal survival instincts."
He continued.
"Don't even think about it asshole!?"
"I am fed up. If you send me back, I'll find my way back here. Do you have any idea how much I think I'm useless to you? I've had it! I'm going to show you that I'm not just your fucking cocksleeve!"
Six looks at his chibi girlfriend from where he was standing and then glances at his crotch.
"Well mini-me, you got me into this problem, and now you're going to get me out of it."
Noises were heard coming from their room, with how loud they were being. She was clearly getting her brains fucked out, with loud cries and muffled groans circumnavigating out.
"Mmhh, Mmhh, MMHHM!"
It was clear that her mouth was probably covered by a pillow because if not, then practically the entire town of Eastwood would have been able to hear her cries. The only thing nearly as loud was the sound of the bed, shaking and squeaking, the mattress straining under the efforts of the rough sex that they were having, while the headboard clumped and thumped against the wall.
Rebecca's sultry strained cries were drowned out by the creaks of the mattress. Six's own un-muffled grunts and moans of him flooding her insides with his babybatter. The room was filled with the aroma of pure sex, from their brutal fast-paced fucking.
-Back to Ben-
Larry was counting his caps.
"It's been a while, Benjie. Haha..."
"Yes, it has. Not since the arena, at least... Been to the stables lately?"
"Uh, not since uhh... '63. You were there.
"I don't remember that.
"I do."
"I see you're still trying to make a living off of 'this' crap."
Larry pauses and rolls a cap between his fingers.
"What can I say? Old habits... What have you been up to then?"
"Travelling, mostly."
"How is that treating ya?"
"Shitty...That's why I'm here."
"Oh?"
Ben looks around.
"It's not me to say this, so I'll just go and say it. I need a job."
Larry laughs with a closed mouth.
"That is a big thing, coming from you. Especially you."
"Yeah? Blow it out your ass."
"Oh?"
"I was hoping that this job could score my debt with you."
Larry looks at his Jet inspecting it.
"I'm not quite sure your debt's small enough to be handled by such a... small job."
"I'm not talkin' about this. I've got friends."
"You? Friends? Hehehahaha... They any good?"
"No. But I'll take what I can get... a couple of smoothskins."
"Not like you'd keep pets, Benjie."
"Have you got a job, or not?"
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. I gotta see these... friends o'yours first."
"Y'know, I'll just go back to not scoring my debt with you."
"Ah, ah, now don't be like that. I just wanna know they can handle what I need 'em to do."
"You got a problem with suicide missions now?"
"I just don't want my time wasted. Again."
"That valuable, huh?"
Larry nods.
"Mmm."
"Fine... see for yourself."
Larry looks at the end of the alley and sees Scar handing Twig the caps she earned from gambling. She also hands him her rifle as she fixes her hair. Conners joins them as they start talking to each other about their celebration event. But Larry is more intrigued by Scar recognizing her.
"She's pretty."
"Yeah."
Conners pokes Scarlett on the nose leaving them and Larry seems decided.
"I got a job for you, pal.
Conners still pinched Twig's cheek as he left and Scarlet continued to fix her hair.
"A real job."
Level: 6
NAME: Six XI
GENDER: MALE
STRENGTH: 10
PERCEPTION: 10
ENDURANCE: 10
CHARISMA: 10
INTELLIGENCE: 10
AGILITY: 10
LUCK: 10
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BARTER: 42
ENERGY WEAPONS: 27
EXPLOSIVES: 30
GUNS: 100
LOCKPICK: 27
MEDICINE: 27
MELEE WEAPONS: 27
REPAIR: 81
SCIENCE: 42
SNEAK: 30
SPEECH: 27
SURVIVAL: 27
UNARMED: 30
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