charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
"I fucking hate you." Charlie grumbled. She was beginning to think that maybe he was as intolerable as she'd first thought, and that the whiskey had just been an anaesthetic. The way it was going, the only reason she hadn't shot him yet was because he made a useful pack mule; the only things she actually had to carry were her crossbow, arrows, the custom hunting rifle her father had given her as a teenager, and her pistol. Maybe she'd knock him unconscious once they were in the car and just tell him it had been a zombie bear attack or something. "And I'll bet you I can get that nervous twitch out with a good right hook. Want me to give it a shot?"
It wasn't an empty threat. That same right hook had gotten McDickless to (mostly) leave her alone, and puppy dog eyes weren't going to be a deterrent to someone like Charlie.
For a ridiculous moment, Charlie considered fighting fire with fire. Maybe if she hummed something appropriate, it'd get him to shut the hell up. 'I Wanna Be Sedated' seemed to fit her mood right now. "Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go-- I wanna be sedated," she half-muttered, half-sang under her breath, slowly lowering her pistol. It did make her feel better, in a way, but she wasn't sure a southern boy like Rodeo would have even heard of the Ramones. So she let it drop after the first few bars, going back to muttering under her breath about her undying hatred of him and his lack of stealth.
His stern look produced nothing but a scoff and a raised eyebrow from Charlie. "Because fuel economy is such a fucking bad thing in the middle of a zombie apocalypse where we have limited resources." Not that she actually disagreed with him-- she'd never been one for small cars unless they were roadsters or sports cars. No, she just wanted to annoy him, at least a little bit, in the way he'd been annoying her.