[It’s the platinum Ben-man charm, ladies and gents. Gets ‘em every time.]
Look, how about this? If I pop a cork of fine champagne right now, nothing but the tops at The Tops just for you, will you tell me where you got it from?
[ Never had champagne. ]Better be. Power fists ain't cheap.[ Or easy to repair. At least his model isn't thanks to being extensively modified by yours truly. ]
OK. Champagne for the lore. And I get it outta your wall.
[Technically it's just "sparkling wine" as it hasn't originated from the Champagne region of France, and instead, has been bottled and aged locally in the basement of the Ultra-Luxe. However considering that the world outside is a blighted wasteland with larger concerns than appellations, he can call it champagne if he wants.
And he could do with a touch of class, Benny thinks. For how clumsy a power fist should make someone, Vincent moves like a snake.]
Shake on it, baby. Come by anytime, you know where you left it.
[Benny almost drops his crystal glass in surprise, and what a damn shame that would've been. But it's an even worse shame to see the state that Dinah's in.]
Baby, what happened to you?
[He puts down his drink and hurries on over in his slick shoes, reaching out to take one hand of hers - as if to check that she isn't a mirage, either. He's clearly playing an unfortunate game of 'Spot the Difference' as he takes in the sight of her, eyes lingering on the bruise that wraps all the way around her throat. He winces.]
You look like you crawled out of a South Vegas alleyway!
[Dinah flinches ever-so-slightly when Benny takes her hand. She plays blasé most of the time, it's true, but... well, look, she's still kind of haunted from the whole Goodsprings Incident, okay? Cut a girl some slack.]
[She cracks a weary grin before trying in vain to scruff some reddish residue out of her hair.]
Oh you know. Crazed Brotherhood of Steel Elder, bomb collars, homicidal folks in hazmat suits, and the Sierra Madre. Fun times. [A beat.] I feel like I crawled out of an alleyway, if I'm being honest.
No... not exactly. CLOSE! We were both second gen Brotherhood of Steel members. They don't really like relationships that don't produce more dumb little soldiers.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
◉ mikoshi ◉
And I’m so very grateful baby, you know that!
[It’s the platinum Ben-man charm, ladies and gents. Gets ‘em every time.]
Look, how about this? If I pop a cork of fine champagne right now, nothing but the tops at The Tops just for you, will you tell me where you got it from?
And stop sticking it places it don't belong?
no subject
OK. Champagne for the lore. And I get it outta your wall.
no subject
And he could do with a touch of class, Benny thinks. For how clumsy a power fist should make someone, Vincent moves like a snake.]
Shake on it, baby. Come by anytime, you know where you left it.
◉ colddecking ◉
[Benny almost drops his crystal glass in surprise, and what a damn shame that would've been. But it's an even worse shame to see the state that Dinah's in.]
Baby, what happened to you?
[He puts down his drink and hurries on over in his slick shoes, reaching out to take one hand of hers - as if to check that she isn't a mirage, either. He's clearly playing an unfortunate game of 'Spot the Difference' as he takes in the sight of her, eyes lingering on the bruise that wraps all the way around her throat. He winces.]
You look like you crawled out of a South Vegas alleyway!
no subject
[She cracks a weary grin before trying in vain to scruff some reddish residue out of her hair.]
Oh you know. Crazed Brotherhood of Steel Elder, bomb collars, homicidal folks in hazmat suits, and the Sierra Madre. Fun times. [A beat.] I feel like I crawled out of an alleyway, if I'm being honest.
◉ powerfeisty ◉
[He's as classy as classy gets. Obviously, considering the following question;]
What do you mean, under strange circumstances? Like at a threesome in Gomorrah?
better late than never, i say! <3
😌!
What a bunch of absolute squares. So what’s two round pegs to do, huh?
no subject