"And then the guy pisses himself before the fight even started. That's when I knew he was dead meat. Ya just can't go into a fight like that half-cocked."
I was explainin' my most recent escapade to Fahrenheit, who had parts of her gun strewn around on the coffee table.
"That's nice," she muttered, cleanin' her gun.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "You're not listenin', are ya?"
She sighed. "Hancock, I'd be more inclined to listen to you if you were more inclined to listen to me."
"What? I always listen to you. What are you talkin' about?"
"What did I just say before you left the State House the other day?"
"Well, uh, you said... somethin' about... shit..."
"Yeah, just as I thought. I told you that you better not leave because you had paperwork to finish. Paperwork that needs your signature. So when the caravans showed up yesterday and asked about the shipment invoices, I had to stare at them, blank-faced and slack-jawed because our mayor had snuck out for the twenty-second time."
"Oh, come on, Fahr. I'll just give them this week's invoice and last week's invoice at the same time, and we'll be square."
"That's not the point, Hancock! It's like you had no idea what kinds of responsibilities this job was gonna come with when you signed up for it. I'm constantly reminding you that you have work to do. It's not all caps and chems and girls and booze! You have paperwork to do, appearances to make —"
"Everyone knows you're the brains of this outfit. I just provide the charisma and the friendly face."
"I have both of those things, too."
"Tell me another."
"What makes me uncharismatic or unfriendly?"
"Your face, for one."
"What's wrong with my face?"
"Uh, you always look ready to strap puppies to your fists and punch people with 'em."
She started to crack a smile. That was the opening I was lookin' for.
"Come on, Fahr. We'll walk around town, mingle with the people, make sure everyone's playin' nice, and take care of the naughty citizens that think they can step on others. I promise, I won't leave Goodneighbor again anytime soon, and we can do the paperwork later I'll even make it clear to the caravans that your signature is just as valid as mine. Whaddya say?" I shot her my most award-winning grin.
"... Fine. But drinks after."
"It wouldn't be a proper night out on the town without 'em."
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FO4 | Book 0: The Diaries of Anarchy ✔️
أدب الهواةWho is the John McDonough that hides behind the ghoulish Mayor Hancock of Goodneighbor? Our story begins with a sickly little boy at the age of seven who grew up in an old house on the waterfront, accompanied by his entitled older brother, his submi...
