[ small grin forms on her face. she knows what she’s doing. she offers a soft tut, pretending to be thinking hard. ] hm. maybe you should stay with me instead.

it’s almost admirable how fucked it is. staying outta the way is definitely the right choice. thing has the strangest voice. yeah? they don’t talk about the west coast factions much back in dc.

i’ll buy you the whole bar if you want me to.

ah. of course. business comes first. if you finish your duties, though, you’re welcome to find me.

anything you want, i will do it.

hm. i don’t think i do. wouldn’t mind just lookin’ at you, though. you’re easy on the eyes.

and no more talkin’ right?

ma’am, i do that every night. i just like alcohol.

purge it from me, then.

they do march that thing around sometimes. it is pretty damn parade-y. never liked it. made me march alongside it. thing’s huge. you think it’ll step on you. they’ve definitely been some of the odder folks. heard they’re ( pretty * ) bad in vegas.

right. kim. my vodka. sure. uh, drinking to drink. [ digging out the bottle from her bag. ]

yes ma’am. give it here.

i definitely didn’t. it does. thing shoots lasers, though. does some pretty bad damage. good to have, i guess, if you’re militaristic like that. they’re weird for the wasteland, if nothing else.

oh shit wait are we drinkin’? i like drinkin’ more.

i love frolicking

i tried. doesn’t stick to me at all. oh — big robot. they’ve got him out east. he’s the big ol’ communist destroyer, or whatever. the power armor is about as bad. they’re fuckin’ weird, to be honest.

still got more medical knowledge than i do. counts for something. that’s definitely true. all sorts of experiments down there. still, i’d take liberty fuckin’ prime over some of the things the enclave has. respectable. definitely the safest option.

i was the fastest person in my vault actually

. . . i know. sorry to have you play doctor a bit there. i find that’s more of a problem with enclave bases, but uh, yeah. you’re right. it’s a good challenge sometimes, though. haven’t seen any monsters i couldn’t outrun if all else fails yet.

fair enough, really. she can’t exactly blame the response. gaze shifts elsewhere — anywhere but the redhead. “you’re awful pretty.” it’s spoken slowly, but with certainty.

i have been told. i’ve gotten many scoldings for that. it’s always “sasha, you gotta stop adrenaline hunting.” i’ve started just opening doors when they’re available, tossing a ‘nade in there, closing the door. i dunno. it helps sometimes. don’t think they’d be fond of me studying them, so . . .

watching, even if she’s trying to stay subtle about it. she isn’t. sasha never did have a proclivity for being subtle. carton is returned to her pockets. it’s obvious that she’s trying to think of ( anything * ) to say at all.

anything she wants. digging out a carton from her pocket. offering. need a light?

something about the adrenaline, i guess. i still think having that head start is a good enough advantage. those bases are horribly designed if they’re not meant to be confusing, but i’ve got a feeling that they are.

hey.

staring back.

i see. both of those are thrilling, i guess. if your pursuer doesn’t know better, that’d be a good spot.

yeah. uh — what were you doin’ in enclave bases, anyway?

yeah. so have i. saw a few enclave bases occupied. could’ve puked, truly.

i’m inclined to think enclave bases are ( a little * ) bit worse. not by much, though.

cut her hand trying to prepare the radstag. fuck.

radstag shot. a meal secured.

/ sorry i got a million of those

—— !

women.

not that she cares enough to follow. this will, however, keep bothering her. she does consider following.

good? . . . elaborate.

stares at you. big eyes. eyes narrow.

blinks.

money?

—— !

aiming down her sights at a tree.

hacking.

“i try.” small smile, glancing away. what’s left of brown locks manages to be swept over her shoulder. his voice damn near gives sasha butterflies. “been a while, though.” it’s soft, nervousness leaking into her voice. long drag from her cigarette follows, as if it’ll make her less nervous.

hm. i should go back to my hole in the ground i think. i don’t like this guy.

my skin is so fucking dry. i may lose it.

“don’t scare me like that, then.” it’s pointed, but obviously not enough to display that she ( doesn’t * ) want her around. small sigh, relaxing. her hand rests at her side instead of on her holster. “you need somethin’, sugarplum?”