#bbandme

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Hahaha. You were always as quick as a whip, dollface. You can hide behind that cold veneer if you want, but you and I both know that a gorgeous and capable woman like yourself deserves to live out her days amidst lavish treatment and the company of a certain suave Chairman. Come on, toots, kick the kiddo to the curb, and I'll show you the kind of life that most people can't even dream of.

Benny you won’t believe how much trouble you stir without even moving a finger. You might just be the most dangerous man to ever enter my life, and yet it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. 

Riddle me this, my King of the Strip: Where would we go once we have it all? I doubt just you and I could keep it, and you aren’t the kind of man to make allies….. is that why you need me around?

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Crass is your game, hotshot. And yeah, I did save your ass a hell of a lot more than I saved my own... it's sweet of you to remember. <3

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Baby, you know I'd clear out Tennpenny Tower with my bare fists if a swanky penthouse was what ya really wanted~ 'Sides, that clown wouldn't know style if it punched him in the face...which I'm tempted to do. Liz, baby, he doesn't think you can handle yourself. Lemme tell you, asshole, she definitely can. "Handles" me fuckin' well too.

Butchy-baby~ How do you always know exactly what to whisper in my ear to remind me who's my real squeeze? I know how to handle you and the world, good lookin', and it drives me wild that you never forget that <3

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Tsk. I'm slimy? The fuck's that gonzo put in his hair? Ghoul spit? I seen Super Mutants that groom themselves better. I don't care whose gang you run with, darlin', but don't you think that a grade-a dame like yourself deserves the high life? Why'd you wanna get your hands dirty? I'm talkin' gorgeous dresses straight from the Sierra Madre, gourmet food, and a penthouse apartment shared with yours truly. Trust me, dollface, you stick with the Ben-man and you'll never have to lift a finger again.

I gotta say, Benny.... Every day that I'm with you in this shit-land of a wasteland, I truly feel like a princess from some Freeside kid's fairy tale book. I feel like, even through all the spoils that you lay upon me... there's a connection that even the Helios couldn't destroy with the largest solar blast it could muster. <3

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Hey, Liz, baby, don’t listen to that slimey fucker. I think you’re damn fuckin’ classy no matter what gang you’re runnin’ with…but wouldn’t you rather go with the most badass gang in the Wasteland, than some checkered-fuck Chairmen (whatever those are)? Even’ll promise ya my Tunnel Snakes jacket. It’d look real nice on you, girl…and it’d also look pretty fuckin’ good on the floor with the rest of your clothes~

Well, Butch baby... he may be the head of some nice suits, but I don't think he'd ever bring me into his "gang" like you do... every night... in the warm, comforting entanglement of your tunnel snake arms.... <3

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Hey dollface, over here! I got a bone to pick! Who in the flying flip is this rube DeLoria? I thought you wanted to be the Ben-man's one and only? Come on, Lady Luck, if you wanna run with The Chairmen, you've gotta be a class act. None of this flip-flopping bullshit, you hear?

Benny, baby! You think I'd run away with some cheese from a small town when I have the head honcho of the city of lights at the foot of my bed? A girl can be flattered by another man when her own isn't giving her enough attention, can't she? No harm in simply being wooed into an innocent blush.... <3

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hey, nosebleed. heard there's this room down in the storeroom levels that's basically fuckin' deserted. no one ever goes down there... if you catch my drift, baby. c;

Hey, Deloria, I couldn't care if the place was deserted or full to the brim with every square from the DC city library. You tell me the time and place, and I will be there to catch your drift.

(WHO IS WRITING ME ALL THIS AMAZING TEASERY??? ajlifjalsjfahsfjahsjfhahsnkujahsfhjahfshjahf)

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Well if it isn't my favorite pussycat on The Strip. Why havn't you shimmied on over to swing with the Ben-Man lately, baby? The Tops just ain't got the same smooth groove without your sweet little self prettying up my tables... I don't wanna hear about some capless clown swimming around the Ben-Man's only platinum broad, or he'll find himself with a few new leaks in his suit and drowning in ghoul-slime, ya dig? So what say you and me cash out n' go somewhere more privatelike, for old times sake?

Benny.... Benny that was so perfect, I'm coming back right now. ;___;