FNV: dumbass disordwrz

Lonesome Town

Licherally is it any surprise to anyone I will name all my fnv oneshots after circa 40-50's love songs? no. anyways. Terra's my courier, around 23 years old. Adam's her past lover and a field medic, only 20 years old. Mentions of other OC's are in this, both mine and not mine. Fallout owns the NPC characters, not me.

Anyways. Unloads a clip into courier 6's head. Let's get this show on the road.

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To really know Terra was to not ever be surprised to see her shitfaced drunk, but to be surprised she was shitfaced drunk IN THE STREETS.

Even she didn't know where her night had started, and where it was going to end. As soon as the cool, night vegas air hit her exposed muscles she was just euphoric. The courier took one long swig of her whiskey, before violently smashing the bottle to the ground.

"HAAAAA! F...Uck'r!" She slurred, bringing down her high heel and twisting it into the broken glass and puddle of whiskey.
"TAKE TAT! STTUPID- UGH- LE'JIN-ARY! HAHA!"

By this time she had caused somewhat of a scene, some chairmen trying to help her back to her suite in the Lucky 38. She just shook them off and stumbled forwards, humming shrilly.

"SERRY, BEE-YOU-TEE-FULL BASTARDS! I GOTTA GET- UHH- SEESIR! TA' BALD ONE! HE-" she stopped and lurched forwards, spitting up a little. Before wildly standing up and stumbling, just slightly.

Grinning like a mad lad.

"HE'S GOT M'BABY! MY DAAAARLIN' PRECIOUS GIRLIE! GA'D DAMN!" Terra is yelling and laughing widely at the now concerned folk around her. Not even caring to wipe away the snot and tears coming down her face.

People didn't normally get concerned over scenes like this. Hell. Just last week, a bunch of ncr recruits were dancing in the ultra-lux fountain in the undergarments. (Which, as should be noted, Terra enjoyed IMMENSELY and TOTALLY boned all three. Totally.)

So it shouldn't have been much of a show, until the tears and violence came. Terra raving like a feral coyote, her pocket knife now out and waving dangerously close to the idiots who thought it was such a mint idea to stand right in front of her.

But, thankfully, as she was jerking and rambling, someone got the guts to get behind her and knock her out. Just a swift hit to the side of her neck and she was making love to the floor.

Her last memory Dean Martin purring his infamous line, "Ain't that a Kick in the Head?"

Mr. New Vegas always said it best. "It sure is, Dean. It suuuuure is."

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Dying a bitch, but by GOD waking up with a hangover was harder.

Everything felt jello-like as she tried to move it, feeling disoriented. Which only got worse when she opened her eyes and only saw blurry bright light.

"oh GOD 'm fuckin' DEAD aren't I?" The champagne haired woman groaned in more inconvenience rather than dismay. "I didn't think I'd make it ta 'eaven, thas for sureGLKK-"

She feels someone smack her across the cheek, her head spinning as she tries to sit up and focus. And gather up the strength to beat whoever this was into the FUCKING ground.

"TH' HELL? WHAT'S YA'R PROBLEM?" Terra snarled, rubbing her eyes and sitting up the best she can. Letting her eyesight focus on the person in front of her. Blonde hair, brown-green eyes- a nice rack ;) and-

Oh.

Shit.

It was Adam, her composure lost and wild like a frenzied cazador.