(WIP Wednesday) I may have thrown 1500 words into the bin and started almost from scratch but I’m working on that second chapter
"Maybe my jokes are bad, but your singing ain't much better. Can we just get breakfast already? I'm starving."
"You're breaking my heart over here, Bets. And aren't ghouls supposed to withstand hunger?"
Betsy let out a harsh chuckle that sounded like the dreidful whinny of sleipnirs, startling guests as they walked out of the elevator.
"Not me, that's for sure. I gotta eat as much as the next guy. Although I've seen ghouls that lived for months on an empty stomach." she shuddered as the doors slid closed, "Sounds dreadful if you ask me."
Though he kept it to himself, Benny could relate to that sentiment. Having grown up as a desert nomad meant that he did not always eat as much as he wanted, and the thought of going hungry again left a sour taste in his mouth. It was quickly erased when a waitress poured him a nice hot cup of coffee.
"Thanks, baby." he replied with a flirty glance in her direction.
The lady's shoulders perked up as she trotted away, holding the tray tight to her breast.
"All looks, no game." Betsy mumbled in her cup.
Benny arched his brow accusingly as he flipped open the newspaper.
"Did you feel that earthquake last night?"
"That was no earthquake. Someone went and nuked the pipeline near Lake Mead."
"Looks like someone shares your aversion for urban renewal."
The ghoul dipped her sweet roll into her coffee, much to Benny's chagrin. As he noticed the crumbs hanging on the surface of the drink, the corner of his lips twisted in disdain.
"You tell me," Betsy replied, "Any feral within a 50-mile radius is gonna come over to sample the rads." she sighed longingly, "Lucky bastards."