How to Bag a King [addicted-courier]
The truth was, Freeside was filled with more vagrants and would-be criminals than nearly any other town she'd come across in the Mojave. The only thing that seemed to keep most things in check was the startling number of tough-guy thug types: the Van Graffs, the Kings, and the foreboding nature of the twins in the Atomic Wrangler. Nobody seemed to be above hiring a guy to knock you out, which in all truth should have been terrifying. But to Lucy? It seemed like it was just another day. After traversing the Mojave several times, Freeside was almost a welcome distraction. Almost.
The saddest part of the town was the children running freely, no parents to be found. It made this part of her heart ache, urging her to gather them and become like a community motherly figure. But that couldn't happen- she was on a mission, still. One that wasn't going very well. Perhaps it would be time to seek the help of another, as much as it filled her with disdain.
For how else should one bag a King?
Instead of hanging around the King's School, Lucy brought herself to the Atomic Wrangler. Or rather, was going to. As she approached, security physically threw a young woman out, using colorful slurs and threats. Apparently she couldn't pay her tab. Lucy snorted, waiting for the men to go back inside. This could be her chance, she reasoned. Fate!
The young woman groaned as Lucy's shadow began to eclipse her. As if bracing for a blow from the two security guards who had thrown her out, having decided on a beating instead of letting her suffer from being obviously extensively drunk. She smiled patronizingly down at her, kneeling to help her up.
