She regrets selling her coat, regrets blowing all the caps she had left on liquor instead of rent, regretted starting a fight with the hotel owner. Now she’s put back on the street at least until tensions calm. Her belongings would be cleared out of her room for sure, at least until she could scrounge up ten caps in the morning. She was accustomed to nights like this, standing around a barrel fire and waiting for the sun to come up. Easier in the summer when your extremities weren’t in danger
She flexes cold fingers, tucking her hands under her arms. She’d try her luck with a couch in the Third Rail, but she wasn’t on solid ground with the management there either. A stroke of luck however, when someone with heavier pockets is in sight.
“...I could use a favor.”