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when we're lying in the d i r t there's no looking up for heaven a. m. - 25 - survivor

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maggiesweetwater:

“Nah, I put some stolen stuff in their bag and reported them to General Cox.  They should be in the clink for the night.  Or he shot em.  Either way.”  She shrugged.  “What about you? Why are you drinking today?  Bad day?  Just feel like it?”

“Clever,” Arden commented with an approving nod of her head. She knew how sometimes the safest way to go about things was to be sneaky rather than confrontational - in fact, that’s what probably saved her ass a few times in the wasteland. “Just feel like it, I guess. And because now there’s someone to share it with, and I hate drinking alone.”

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maggiesweetwater:

“Oh. God.  Bless you.”  

“I’ve had such a shitty day today.  And don’t worry, I know it’s the good shit.  Even if it wasn’t good, I’d still drink it at this point.  You know, I got stiffed on a freakin’ box of .38 ammo.  .38!  How do you morally charge someone so much for stupid bullets.”

Arden smiled, chuckling lightly to herself to see how eager Maggie was to down the liquor from her flask - knowing all too well how appealing alcohol was after a bad day. “Ahh,” she replied, after hearing what was troubling her. “Do you need someone to accompany you to teach whoever sold you those bullets a lesson?”

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         he twists the tip of his blade into the table’s counter top, chewing at his lower lip with a vague sense of anger in his actions, albin sips at his whiskey and only tears his eyes away from the table when a shadow overcasts his table in the already dim light of the bar. 

            “ mate, if you’re lookin’ for a friend you’ve got the wrong guy. ”

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“I was just going to join you for a drink,” Arden started, her hands still placed on the back of the chair she was about to pull out. She let out a breath of air and glanced around the bar. “But, if you don’t want to be joined by a beautiful woman, I suppose I can sit in the corner by myself... alone...”

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          “ i highly doubt you’ve got business out here, sugar and hope you won’t tell a soul. ” her eyes gleam slightly as she holsters her gun by her hip, her arms fold loosely at her chest, leaning back and forth on the balls of her feet and smiling politely.

           “ i’d hate to have to make enemies on our first day, friend.. ” 

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“I never have any business anywhere,” Arden spoke, her eyes glancing to the guns on the woman’s hip. She’d be a fool to try and take her on, being equipped with only a hunting knife that has lost much of its edge since she found it. Arden was glad to see the stranger wasn’t starting to attack her first, but she remembered how fleeting kindness could be in the wasteland. “Just merely passing through, is all.”

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clariexparker:

“Ah, no need to waste your good booze on little ol’ me. I don’t mind the stuff made in the wastelands”, she said with a small wink. Of course most of that stuff was beyond terrible, and it turned her stomach just like dirty water or highly contaminated food, but Parker didn’t complain — if it doesn’t kill you..

Tugging a free chair closer to her to rest her left leg on it, Parker sat back on her chair, a curious look on her face. “Already miss bein’ out there?” God knew in her first month in Vacancy Parker had missed being out in the wastelands just as much as she had missed her father — and the fact that she had been bedridden had made her feel even more miserable.

“Not a waste, believe me,” Arden commented as she sent a small wink Parker’s way. If the price she paid for a good time was a few sips from her flask, then so be it. She’d be able to find more, somewhere, and the wasteland’s supply of drink wasn’t all bad. Mostly disgusting, yes, but there were a few hidden gems that one could find if they were lucky enough. 

Parker’s question threw Arden for a loop. She was prepared to exclaim yes, of course, a wanderer is all she’s ever known to be, but she hesitated. Maybe it was the first few relationships she had created that lasted longer than a night that caused her to pause, or maybe it was being able to know where you were going to sleep each night. “Sometimes,” Arden answered truthfully. “But, it’ll always be there for me to visit if I get homesick,” she teased with a chuckle.

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alexander-the-bear:

“Oh?”  Alex said as he looked up from his notebook.  Tucking the pencil into his book to mark his place, he wrapped the strap around it to hold it closed before focusing his attention on the woman and her offered flask.  “Make it yourself then?”  He asked with a small grin as he took the flask and held it to his nose.  He could feel and smell the burn of the alcohol in his nostrils as he took a deep whiff of the liquid.  Taking a hefty pull from the flask, the Bear nodded his head appreciatively.  “You’re right, this is good.”

“I wish,” Arden chuckled lightly at the man’s comment and leaned back in her chair as she let the alcohol relax her muscles. “Sadly, no, making delicious whiskey is not one of my many talents,” she continued, lifting her head at his compliment. “Told ya,” she replied with a smile, “I’ll at least take credit for owning it.” Her eyes flitted to the notebook with the pencil sticking out of it, and tilted her head towards it. “What were you writing in there?”

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steelcharlie:

“A frontier town with decent picking? That’s something you don’t often see.” Charlie laughed softly. Frontier waterholes all looked the same to her and maybe that was one of the reasons she enjoyed them so much. No matter where she was in this wasteland, there was a place she could almost anchor herself to. “I guess I’ll have to see what I can spare.” Caps weren’t an issue right now but that knowledge was best keep to herself.

Arden chuckled at that. It was rare to find a town in the wasteland that offered a better-than-average saloon - something she learned in her wandering days. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why she enjoyed Vacancy - if not for the nice folk, she enjoyed the fact that the saloon was well-kept and always stocked. She nodded at the woman’s next statement, knowing all to well the struggle of being low on caps. “They’re not so bad with their prices,” she reasoned. “But, if you’re lucky enough, I’ll share some of my own stash with you.”

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wildxandrea:

“That’s for sure. I would know if there was that kind of stuff around here.” While Andrea wasn’t a Raider, she won’t on a scavenger hunt here and there. But most importantly, she heard what people said and talked about, Whispers and secrets were said louder when under the influence and Andrea was a good listener. “I can’t say no to that. Thanks.”

“‘Stuff around here isn’t so bad, either,” Arden countered with a shrug of her shoulders. She had paid a visit to the saloon a few times since her arrival in Vacancy, and she had to admit the liquor there wasn’t as sub-par as some other places in the wasteland. “Got to admit, though, nothing beats aged, pre-war alcohol.”

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clairexparker:

“You were damn lucky”, she agreed before taking another small sip — she then gave the flask back to Arden. “I always ended up finding that stuff when I was with a caravan, and guess what? Those idiots sold it.” There was a very displeased look on her face as she remembered those times. Of course she understood that they just wanted to make a few caps, but considering that she used to save their asses, Parker felt that they could’ve given her some nice stuff too — or at least let her keep the stuff she found.

Arden took the flask from Parker, then took another sip before closing twisting the cap closed and placing it at her feet. “A shame,” Arden commented. She never really traveled much with others, so anything she found she’d always keep for herself. It was great, in a way, but loneliness is dangerous for the human condition, and thus she’d ended up here, in Vacancy. “At least now you’ve got me to supply you with this stuff - every once in a while, that is. Don’t want my special supply completely gone.”

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clairexparker:

“I feel flattered and eternaly grateful”, she replied with a slight grin. Parker then took the small flask to take a sip herself. A pleasant sigh escaped her lips as the alcohol burned in her throat — it really was one good and strong drink. “Where did you find that stuff?” she asked curious. Whatever was in that flask didn’t taste like the moonshine or whatever awful stuff the saloon offered. No, it tasted like pre-war stuff you didn’t find that often these days.

“As you should be,” Arden quipped. She leaned back against her chair and closed her eyes, enjoying the way the alcohol began to warm up the inside of her chest after only a sip. “Far from here,” she answered, her eyebrows knitting together as her brain pulled at the memory. “A few months ago, I was scavenging around a broken down.. home, I’m guessing? It was in a dresser,” she explained, remembering the dilapidated walls and rotting wood. It might have belonged to a farmer’s family in the pre-war days, with how isolated it was. “I felt pretty lucky, considering it was still full when I found it.”

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raidernix

A smirk found its way onto Nix’s lips when the woman offered her the flask. “This is exactly what I needed.” She said, as she gladly took the flask from the other, taking a long swing of it. She enjoyed the way the contents inside burned on its way down, and she gave a satisfied nod. “Some of the best damn liquor I’ve had in awhile. Where are you hiding your stash?”

The liquor burned slightly on its way down her throat, but Arden focused more on the warmth that began to radiate from her chest. At Nix’s question, Arden merely winked again. “It’s a secret, darlin’,” she replied, then felt a smirk roll onto her lips. “Don’t hesitate to come back for some more, though.”

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wildxandrea

“Just what I need,” Andrea said taking the flask. She was never one to turn out a drink. Truth be told, she didn’t knew many people who would say no to this. “You weren’t lying about it being good stuff. Where did you get it?”

Arden closed her eyes as the alcohol traveled down her throat, enjoying the slight burn it gave off and the warmth that already began to radiate through her. “Not from around here,” she answered and smiled to the other woman. “You can have another sip, if you’d like.”

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Charlie had just arrived in Vacancy and it almost felt like the promised land. She heard that her siblings were here and she wanted nothing more than to see them. But she choose to be careful, it had been years and she was the black sheep of the family.

“Is there a place were I could get a drink?” A drink sounded nice to them right now.

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“I’d try the Saloon,” Arden suggested. Though she’d only been around Vacancy for a few weeks, it was a place she had frequented and come to enjoy. If not for buying drinks there, she was happy to be in the company of others when the night rolled in. “They’ve usually got some decent pickings, if you’ve got the caps.”

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“Consider yourself lucky,” the brunette remarked as she swirled the metal flask in her hands. Inside, the amber liquid swished and splashed audibly for the both of them to hear. “I don’t share this stuff with just anyone,” Arden sent a wink their way before bringing the flask to her lips, taking a sip, and holding it out in front of her for the other to take. “It’s good stuff - I promise.”

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