“Heeeeyyyy, Sarah, honey, how are you?”
Laurine strolls into Vault 21 with a big grin on her face, hands on her hips, headed right for Sarah. The woman flushes and smiles back at Laurine, returning the greeting and standing to hug her. “Your hair,” she squeals, taking the curls in a hand. Laurine beams and nods and laughs. They talk for a short moment, catching up with each other, and Laurine’s fingers and hands are all over Sarah. Sarah’s blushing and laughing like a schoolgirl.
Finally, Laurine gets down to business. “Lookin’ to get a room, hon, long-term. I landed me a job here on the Strip. Heard of that Emporium place, for all the dicks or whatever? Yeah, I’m a guard there now. I been stayin’ at the Gomorrah but it’s gettin’ pricey and I know y'all charge better here.”
“Oh, yeah, of course! I think we’re a lot nicer, too, but that’s just me,” Sarah giggles, beaming. “For you, Lo, it’d just be 80 caps a week. That sound reasonable?”
“Damn, Sarah, I knew I could count on you! Hell yeah it sounds reasonable. I can pay up-front and everythin’, I mean, most of my shit’s back at the Gomorrah but if I can get a room right now…?”
“Yes, yes!” Sarah takes Laurine’s caps and plugs in a few things in her computer with practiced effinciency. Once it’s made official, Sarah looks up, to Tasia. “Hey, can you show her to her room, Tasia? I gotta go check on some stuff, but I’ll catch up with you later!” She gives Laurine a squeeze on the arm as she passes, and Laurine watches after her with her lower lip sucked in under her teeth, grinning.
Tasia stands to attention the moment he’s called over, trying his best to get the flush on his face to recede. He feels bad for eavesdropping on some personal matters but it would’ve been worse to just get up and leave, right?
Enough of that, though, it’s time to be a professional. He clears his throat, rubbing his hands on his vault suit, nodding. “Y-yeah!” A pause. “Wh-which room?”
