A CRIMSON ROSE
I do not own any of the fallout games but this story is my own work. I was on the internet and I discovered that in the prototype version of Fallout: New Vegas the Courier was meant to awaken next to Cass after a night of passion and they would be married. But unfortunately it never got through, which sucks crap big time. So I decided to create a story around that, I just wish it actually happened within the game.
Warning: Contains strong sexual refrences, strong coarse language and later on extreme violence
THE ENDLESS MORNING
It was hot...humid...stuffy, there was a low buzzing coming from the nearby computer terminal, however it was the water dripping from the tap that suddenly awoke the young cowgirl from her slumber
"Oh, that is the last time I get so fucking hammered", Cass steadily got up from the bed, stumbling over books, empty nuka cola, whiskey bottles and other items. She crept towards the bathroom, her bare feet making not a single sound, she began soaking her face with cold water wondering what the hell she did that night. She looked down only to notice that she was fully naked, "Oh you have got be kidding me".
The illuminating sun pierced through the window blinding Cass temporarily, "Ugh damn sun, go away will you". It was then that she noticed a man was sleeping on the bed, snoring silently.
"What the fuck?" Cass rubbed her eyes vigorously making sure the whiskey wasn't playing her again. It wasn't long before she realised it wasn't an illusion rather an actual man.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Cass screamed out loudly alerting the man who grabbed a nearby bottle threatening to kill.
"I'll fucking gut you asshole", he screamed waving the bottle around crazily.
He then suddenly dropped the bottle on the ground discovering a red head beauty standing naked in front of the bed, "Well hello sexy, how you doing?" he chuckled quietly.
"Who the hell are you?" she questioned trying to cover up herself with her hands, "And where the fuck are my clothes?"
The man sighed lightly, placing his head on the pillow covering his eyes because of the glaring sun, "I have many names, courier, long dick, and lover are just the few".
"Those are just fucking titles dickhead, lame titles especially considering long dick Johnson has been dead for nearly fifty fucking years asshole", Cass looked around quickly for her clothes.
"Hey, Long D. was a family member, okay some distant uncle or something, he was fucking prick but a womanizer at best, cause get it, Long Dick", the man started laughing loudly.
"Yeah I got that part, it's in the history books now dumbass, besides no one's dick is that long not even long dick Johnson you got that, and it's no wonder your related cause your both fucking jerks, NOW WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES, DAMN IT?" Cass starting screaming as loud as she could on the top her lungs.
He covered his head with a pillow, trying to block out the sound, "Fucking hell woman, my head is already splitting from this bloody hangover, check under the bed or something I don't know".
She looked under the bed, only finding her lucky cowgirl boots and no clothes in sight. Then, suddenly a loud knock was heard on the door, "Get the door, COURIER!" she screamed at him.
"Aw shit why me?" he questioned scratching his chest, lazily getting up.
"Because I'm naked if you didn't notice, jerk" Cass looked for something, anything to cover herself.
The knocking started getting louder and faster, "Hold on to your panties fucker, I'm coming" getting up from the bed walking unevenly. "Why do I have to do everything?" He muttered quietly to himself.
"What was that, lover boy?" Cass heard his muttering and chucked a bottle at his head.
"OW, what the fuck was that for, jeez we are not even married woman and you're acting like where married" he said carefully touching his head.
He opened the squeaking door, "Look pal whatever you're selling we don't want any" he said quickly slamming the door.
However, a hand stopped the door from closing it, a bolding man in a tuxedo was standing there firm staring at the courier face to face "Good morning sir, I hope you and your beautiful wife are doing fine in this lovely establishment".
The courier laughed hysterically, "Oh my god are you serious, sorry man you must have the wrong room".
The man suddenly forced a cough, "This is room seven is it not sir?" he questioned in a British accent.
The courier looked to the side of the door curiously, wondering if the man was right. "Oh, It really is room seven" the courier scratched his head.
"You still got it wrong friend, I'm not…married" he looked over to Cass who was now wrapped in a white towel.
"That young woman over there, she's your wife sir", the man laughed quietly.
Both Cass and the courier had their mouths open in shock and both screamed out "WHAT?"
"You were both married last night, oh such a beautiful ceremony. Last night you personally requested for this certain song my good man" the man signalled another man nearby to play the certain song on the jukebox.
"Here you go good man, I hope you two lovebirds have a nice happy long life together oh and try not to get killed by raiders when you leave its bad for business" the man bowed slightly and held out his hand for tip.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me" the courier grabbed several caps from his satchel and handed it over to the man.
The man rejects the caps, "Oh, I'm so sorry sir we now only take NCR money".
"BULLSHIT! What since when? Caps have and will always be superior to your paper bullcrap" the courier's voice starts getting louder and more angrily.
"Since now young fellow, times have changed and we have a nice establishment with the NCR, caps may be used to only buy supplies and well gamble". The man shakes his hand moving his hand from side to side.
The courier looked into his satchel trying to find a couple of NCR bucks but soon discovered he had no paper money at all he just loaded with caps. "FUCKING NCR, FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING DEMOCRATIC BULLSHIT" the courier muttered angrily looking everywhere.
Cass found her backpack on the floor and grabbed a bundle of NCR paper money and chucked it to the man who grabbed it with ease, Cass sighs "Men, always so unprepared".
The man inhaled the money, putting it in his back pocket, "Thank you my good lady".
Just as he was about to leave, the courier stopped the man in time, "Wait friend, I want to apologise for my rudeness so uh here take this" the courier takes out a batch of "medication".
"Okay, here's some mentats, Jet oh and don't forget some buffout". The man smiled widely and gladly grabbed the "medication" much to Cass's disgust who gave a killer look to the courier.
As the man finally walked off supposedly robbing the courier of his stash, the courier slammed the door loudly and with much force, "LOSER!" the courier screamed out without any realisation that the man could've heard him. Cass just looked at her "husband" with the look, "Relax, babe I didn't really give him the actual "medication". Cass just looked at the courier with a stoic expression still not understanding what he was trying to tell her.
"Look, let's just say I might have given him a cloaked stash, it looks like the "medication" but actually it's Viagra just with the hidden looks, oh my god I just wish I could see his face when he can't control his little man in front of his guests, serves that thieving fucker right" he starts laughing hysterically while walking to the bathroom.
No matter how much she disliked this guy she couldn't help but smile slightly but almost immediately shrugged it off, "WHAT THE FUCK, how come I don't remember marrying him, I must have been seriously messed up last night" Cass thought to herself angrily.
The courier leaned on the wall listening to one of the "kings" songs, "Love me tender", "Yes, I fucking love this song" the courier starts singing along with the "kings" song. Cass now finally got a clear view of the courier; he was average sized about five foot ten to eleven, around Cass's age of early thirties, dark blonde hair almost concealing his extremely dark brown eyes with a small stubble added. His lightly tanned body was of medium build filled with scars, bullet grazes, bruises, stiches and barely healing cuts. She also noticed a small scar across his forehead and most notably and bullet hole on his head. This was a man who travelled far and wide, west and east and endured too much in his travels was someone that inflicting different emotions to her.
"I never liked soft men, but then again!" Cass thought to herself, this so called courier was a jerk but a lovable jerk no doubt.
"So, lady I mean my loving "wife" you got a name?" the courier asked curiously.
Cass smirks quietly glancing at the courier, "First give me your name, and not some fucking shit like courier or lover give me your fucking real name, after all you are my husband".
"Fine, if you must know its the name of my great grandfather Dre, or least I think it was, others just simply call me courier along with other unrelated names, pick one and stick with it or change the name, whatever", the courier folds his arms and stares at Cass, "Your turn wife".
"Will you stop calling me that for fuck's sake", Cass sighs loudly pulling her hair down. "Dad used to call me his little Rose, so Rose to my family and to the others such as you its Cass, short for Cassidy".
"But hey I'm family too now" he spreads his arms. "You're my wife now, remember Rose". He points to his marriage ring and then points to hers.
Cass frowned at the name Rose, "Don't fucking call me Rose, that's only what my father and mother can call me you got that pal?"
The courier outs his hands up, "Hey, simmer down girl, okay fine I'll call you Cass if it makes you feel better okay". He assures Cass before picking up his accessories and shirt beneath his feet.
"Oh and I found your clothes", he points up at the fan where her clothes rested, "No I don't know how the fuck they got up there but it must have been a hell of night" the courier smiles while Cass quickly grabs her clothes leaning on the fan.
She began dressing herself slowly, with the courier watching and grinning widely, "Do you fucking mind?" she began ranting at him again. The courier just clicked his tongue and continued staring at the beauty slowly slipping her panties up, and before he could act he felt a strong slap strike his cheek.
"Ooh I love a feisty woman", the courier slowly backed away.
Before he could continue ogling at the beauty there was another knock, "Oh what the fuck do they want now"? The courier sighed and glanced over his shoulder seeing Cass with her back turned. He walked over to the door and opened it, and before he could open his mouth to curse at the person, the man in the leather jacket stole his words.
"Ring-a-Ding-Ding baby, the kings in the house", the middle aged man spoke in an Elvis style accent. He was slightly shorter than the courier, his dark hair filled with gel, his loyal robotic dog underneath his feet.
"Oh this just keeps getting fucking better by the minute", the courier rubbed his eyes gently.
So there you go what did all you think? ha-ha lots of swearing yes I know but its typical Cass. I'll try to create chapter two as soon as I can, enjoy this for now.