Uh, what?
Nothing Holly Dolly, nothing.
I don’t think I like that nickname, Lucy Goosey. Actually you know, if I can call you that, feel free to call me Holly Dolly.
I like where this game is going. If I take off my shirt, do you take off yours?
Put your clothes back on Lucien, I don’t want to see that.
I dunno Holly, have you seen me naked?
Uh, what?
Nothing Holly Dolly, nothing.
I don’t think I like that nickname, Lucy Goosey. Actually you know, if I can call you that, feel free to call me Holly Dolly.
I like where this game is going. If I take off my shirt, do you take off yours?
Your hair is ridiculous, Lucien.
Yes, we all know how badly you want to stroke my hair.
She frequently found herself alone on the strip, though often it was of her own volition. It seemed lately that the only human interaction she was getting lately were those fleeting moments between the sheets with guys that she didn’t even know, and those times that Jeffry would walk with her from the strip to where she was staying in Freeside. She was visiting the various bars on the strip more frequently, oh how the mighty Caesar would disapprove. Like she cared, more and more these days she was feeling a strong desire to blow it out his chauvinistic ass. But The Legion was home, as much as she was glad to not be there at the current time.
“Another…” she murmurered to the barkeep, a sullen looking man who she assumed was on Jet. Now chems, she wouldn’t touch, even though she had toyed with the idea on a handful of occasions, she was still a good little Frumentarii in that respect. As she received her drink she nodded and deposited a handful of caps on the bar. Even though she was ‘technically’ off duty, she still wore a nice little number, a short, black leather skirt that she took meticulous care of, and a low cut reddish brown top. It used to be just red, but in this place… anything wound up -ish brown after long enough. Another night of drinking alone, maybe she would get too sauced and make a move of Jeffry if he showed up, if only to feel something different.
It wasn’t often that Lucien strayed from the protective walls of La Rou, especially not so late at night. Honestly Lucien enjoyed staying in La Rou, it was a comforting place. He’d basically grown up in the place and didn’t mind spending day in and day out in the place surrounded by people he knew. However, he couldn’t get shit-faced in the place, so occasionally after a long day he needed to seek refuge at one of the many other fine establishments the Strip or Freeside had to offer.
Pushing into the closest he grunted, a little disappointed to see a certain few people that he was less than in good graces with. Oh well, he’d deal with it. “Vodka, straight.” Ice was a commodity and he never bothered even asking, most places that managed to have ice it was disgusting. A hand slicked up through his hair, pushing a few stray strands back into place as he dropped against a bar stool, elbows hitting the counter top with a soft thud. “None.” the tender shrugged a little. Rolling his eyes he glanced behind the man, trying to see what kind of crap this dive did have to offer. “Strongest then.” he grimaced at the idea of what it could be.
Lucien was growing bored already, but the woman that sat close by caught his gaze. The dark haired man was always a little forward, and why would he bother to be any less tonight - Albeit the women looked as if she should be in a cage at the Playground which is somewhere he’d never dare set foot in fear of contracting some unsavory disease, but never the less. What could a little flirting hurt anyway. “Well hello.” he raised his glass, looking over to the woman. Start off simple, keep it light.
Oh, come on Lucy. Just give in to it. I’m the only one that ever calls you it anyway. I think it should make you feel lucky. I knew a girl back west that used to call me Hunny. Lucy is a much better nickname.
I’ll start calling you an obnoxious array of pet names. Pookie bear - Huntard, or I’ll just tell Shaun where your room is. 
(Source: lucien-vanlandon)
Still admiring yourself in mirrors, Lucy?
Lucy is a girls name. I’m not a girl. Call me Luc if you need to shorter in you lazy bastard.
