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"You want us to do what, you oversized tin-can?" Six snapped and pointed one accusing finger at the offending securitron blocking her way to the Strip.

"Submit to a credit check or prepare to be decimated, citizen" WHAT?!

Six took a few steps back and raised her hands in surrender.

"Oho, wait a minute there, big boy!" She let out a nervous chuckle "How many caps do we need again?"

"A meager two thousand caps is required to enter the strip, citizen" Was that Sarcasm? She narrowed her eyes at the securitron. Another one rolled up behind the other one and Six let out another nervous laughter and backed away slowly.

"Ahaha, would you look at that. I seem to have left my caps at my mansion. I'll be right back!" When she was sure the robots wouldn't open fire she turned around and stomped off.

"I told you-"

"Shut up, Boone" She snapped and made her way back to the Wrangler. "How the fuck are we supposed to get four thousand caps?!"

"Four?" He prodded and lit a cigarette.

"Yeah, I expect you want to come with me when I off Benny" She groused and sank down at one of the tables.

"I have a passport" Boone rumbled and leaned against the wall next to her.

"A what now?" She prompted, honestly confused.

"You only need two thousand caps, Six" He turned to her and spoke carefully, like he was explaining it to a child "I can use my NCR passport to get in for free"

She stared at him in silence for a while, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn't figure out what to say to that.

Boone watched as Six tried to form her words and had to struggle to keep his amusement from showing on his face

"Why didn't you tell me you had one of those passthings?!" she finally managed to blurt out.

"You didn't ask." He deadpanned.

"I hate you…so much right now, Boone" She sighed and rubbed her forehead when her fingers grazed the jagged scar there she froze for a moment before turning back to Boone, a new fire in her eyes. "Give it here"

"You can't use it" He made no movement to reach for the passport, just eyed her.

"You think? I don't look like a Craig Boone, to you?" She snapped. "Come on, I just want to see what it looks like"

He looked at her for a while before sighing and fishing it out from his pack and handing it to her. This was it?

She narrowed her eyes and tried to read the faded letters on the old paper but the letters jumbled and her head started to hurt from the strain. With a sound of disgust she threw it at Boone, who caught it before it would have poked his eye out, and demanded he read it out loud for her.

Blah blah, only the person it was issued to may use it. Blah blah, if found return to the NCR embassy. Blah blah blaaah.

His voice filtered pleasantly though her mind and she was tempted to have him read it to her again, but when his voice hitched her ears perked.

"Wait, read that again!" She demanded.

"Only usable by Craig and" He stopped, looked at her sharply "No."

"Oh, come on-" She tried for levity but the intensity of his glare made her flinch.

"No, Six"

"Please –" She didn't beg, but damn it if wasn't close.

"Damn it, Six!" He barked and the sound of his fist hitting the table made her jump. He'd never seen Boone this angry before. "You are not pretending to be my dead wife to get onto the Strip"

Boone's little outburst attracted only a little attention from the other patrons, as soon as it was clear they weren't going to start a fist fight they turned their attentions back to their own company.

"Aright" She broke the silence after a few minutes "That was a little cold of me, I'm sorry"

He just grunted and nodded in response, the fact that he wasn't glaring at her or stomping off was proof enough that he'd get over it. Sure, he'd be grumpy and extra angsty for a day or two, but he'd get over it.

Eventually.

Hopefully.

Fuck.

"Come on, I'll buy you drink while we try and figure this one out" Six offered.

"You don't drink"

"So? I can still enjoy watching you get shit-faced"

The twitch in his lip said it all.

They were going to be Ok.