"The waste's gonna eat you up."
Veronica's hood slid back over her head as she was pushed gently against the wall, and Cass roughly ran a hand over her chin, a sly smile her on face, a hint of whiskey on her breath. "But that's all right. I can protect you. Wouldn't want anything hurting your pretty little ass, now would we?"
Veronica offered her a smile despite her reddening cheeks. "Guess I'll hold you to that, if you can even remember you said it later on."
Cassidy smirked, leaning in closer, her lips just moments from the other woman's. "I'm not that drunk, baby."
Veronica was used to fighting, to combat. They all were. But it was nothing compared to the war going on now for Hoover Dam.
The Courier had almost reached the Legate's camp; he had most of his companions and a Securitron army at his beck and call, so in their minds there was little to worry about, considering the circumstances. He'd had Veronica and Cass remain behind to keep track of the NCR movements, and pr