I couldn't help myself with this. It's a scene I cut from my story Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell. It's from a future chapter so I'm gonna try to leave out some details about what she's, meaning Nevaeh, going to do. But I think some are ok to put in, because this is pretty far in the future for me. In which Charon forgets what a 'screen' is.
Charon hates surprises.
He hates when his employer, Nevaeh, says she has a surprise for Charon after she spends all day with Gob. She always brings back something he cringes at, or does something to her body he either likes or hates immensely.
Like piercings in her body, or when she cut her long hair into a pointed Mohawk. He did not mind the piercing, hated the hair. One day she said she had a good surprise for him and it turned out she had purchased one of Tinker Joes robots. Sergeant RL-3. The Mister Gutsy model was one of the guard dogs alongside the actual guard dogs and Nevaehs pet roach (who was another surprise).
Nevaeh had said she had a surprise for him that dealt with the door she had broken off in one of her little temper tantrums, all over this puppy she had found. At the moment they had a piece of wood over the door, but Nevaeh had supposedly taken the wood down to Michael and Gob to get sized for an actual door. Charon was waiting in the elevator to reach their floor, the very top, once he left the elevator he made his way over to Butchs' suite to bring him the new assault rifle he had requested.
"Hey, thanks man! I needed me a new one." The Vault pest cheered to the behemoth ghoul, checking the rifle over.
"Yes, well I will see you later," Charon replied gruffly and left.
Today had been a long one, he had to wait and deal with the caravans because Bessie Lynn was sick and then he had to repair several rifles and one Fat Man because Michael was busy with Nevaeh all day. He just wanted to get to his and Nevaehs suite and relax.
Looking up towards the door to their suite he sighed, seeing the wood still gone. How long would this take?
Charon frowned when he heard Nevaehs distinctive laughter come from the room. Home without the door fixed? Nope. Charon stumbled back when he tried to enter the suite, finding something in his way. He reached out and felt for the intrusion. It was one of those old timey screens you were supposed to have on your front door.
"Oh Charon! Hey-wait where are you going?!"
Charon walked away, the blood rushing through his veins to his face. He had never run into such an obstacle since he was a child. He kept his eyes down as the elevator doors closed.
"I fucking hate screen doors."
