Title: That Wench. Fandom: Monkey Island. Characters: LeChuck, Largo LaGrande. Rating: PG-13 (hints towards sex). Summary: Largo doesn't like Minnie Goodsoup and wants LeChuck to give her up. Notes: Slightly AU, in that Largo and Minnie have encountered each other when, most likely, they didn't in the history of the games. Disclaimer: The Monkey Island games and all of the characters within belong to Lucasarts.
“So, go on, tell me about this wench from the island.”
“What wench?” LeChuck sat back in his chair, an annoyed expression on his face. Largo had just barged into LeChuck’s quarters unannounced, something the pirate captain never appreciated, although he hadn’t got the energy to punish Largo for it.
“That Goodsoup girl,” Largo raised an eyebrow, “she was only here this morning, you forget?”
LeChuck smirked slightly before continuing, “I didn’t forget. What about ‘er?”
“Why is she always here?”
“That ain’t yer business.” LeChuck folded his arms and glared at Largo, “she ain’t ‘ere always, anyway.”
Largo snorted in response to LeChuck’s glare. “It seems like she is.”
LeChuck shrugged. “At least I don’t ‘ave to pay for some overused whore with ‘er around.”
“I thought you were into Elaine Marley?” Largo tilted his head slightly, “you got over that obsession now?”
“I’m not ‘into’ Minnie Goodsoup,” LeChuck growled in a threatening manner, “Elaine is still the lass for me – I just got needs to fulfil, ‘aven’t I?”
“We all do,” Largo replied bluntly, “but I think you should just cut the Goodsoup girl out, no one needs it that much.”
“I’ll take advantage of 'er while I can; she ain’t goin’ ta be there forever, is she?”
“No, but you don’t want to get too close to her. You know how women are; anyway, they cling onto men like leeches. You don’t want her clinging onto you.” Largo had barely any respect for his captain when it came to women, the obsession with Elaine had been grating endlessly on his, already thin, nerves. Although, of course, Largo never dared show any true lack of respect for LeChuck to his face – he’d seen disrespectful crewmates suffer brutal punishments.
“I know what I’m doin’, Largo.” LeChuck rocked back slightly in his chair, smirking, “the lass won’t be able to 'old onto me anyway, I ain’t goin’ to tell ‘er when we’re leavin’ and she’ll ‘ave no way of knowin’ where we’re goin’ out to.”
“What if she finds out?”
“Unless one of the crew tells ‘er,” LeChuck narrowed his eyes slightly at Largo as he continued speaking, “then I think I’m safe.”
“What if she were to find out?”
“I could always kill ‘er.” LeChuck shrugged again.
Largo smiled, his mind starting to wander. “Always a good option.”