Extra VG One Shots + Preferences

Victor
Fallout New Vegas
Warning: None
He's a synth in this!

"Hey, Vic?"

"Yeah doll?"

"What's the difference between a cowboy and a redneck?"

He scratched the back of his neck, "There's lots a differences."

I leaned further into his chest, placing a hand across him on his shoulder so I was looking up at him from our spot on the couch, "Tell me some of 'em."

He thought for a second, moving his hat towards the back of his head, "Well, shoot... Rednecks are racist, homophobic assholes that fuck their cousins... and cowboys are good at shootin', smokin', and drinkin'. That's it really."

"That's it?"

"Pretty robust differences when you think about 'em, baby."

"Hmm..."

He chuckled at my reaction, "What's the difference between your Freeside pals and the folks on the Strip?"

I smiled a him, "People in Vegas have privilege and don't have to worry about their next meal. Vegas people have food, money, sex... Not much more to life than that."

"What about happiness and all that mushy stuff?"

"Well, people have different things that make them happy." I looked to him, "You make me happy, medicine makes the doc happy, and work makes Trudy happy."

He chuckled, "Yeah... Trudy don't like me too much though."

"Ain't that the truth..."

"Why'd ya' think she don't like me?"

"Besides the fact that you drink their whole stock in two weeks and get rowdy, I don't really know. I mean, I know you're a synth now, but she stills sees you as a robot... Like you're some kind of terminal, with no emotions."

He hummed, "But you know I feel, right, doll?"

"Of course, Vic. Some people are just less open to change so they block it out."

He took his hat off, fanning himself, "I ain't never gonna understand what runs through y'alls minds."

I kissed his jaw lightly, "You don't need to understand it, just have to leave it be. Everyone thinks differently. Just cause someone doesn't think like you doesn't make them any less human... or synthetic, I guess."

He looked down at me, "You're pretty poetic when you wanna be."

"Yeah, well don't get used to it cowboy. I might just be high on the smell of leather and tobacco."

"Is that what I smell like?"

I chuckled, cupping his jaw, "Yeah. Not such a bad thing though... Makes me think of warm summer nights, fireflies, and fireplaces."

"Shoot, really? You just make me think of home... Which is pretty goofy since I don't really understand what home is..."

"Well, in that case, I'm your home. Remember what I told you?"

He sighed, quoting me, "'Home ain't a place, it's a safe space.' You made it rhyme so I could remember it."

"It worked, didn't it?"

He chuckled, kissing my forehead, "You know me too well. I love you, city slicker."

"Love you too, cowboy."

Author's Note
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