What was it like when you ran into me for the first time, fresh from the Vault?
It went something like this:

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What was it like when you ran into me for the first time, fresh from the Vault?
It went something like this:
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Out of nowhere, there was a loud boom as something hit the door to the saloon with a solid jolt.
There was no explanation, no one who had knocked, nothing. But if someone were to open the door, they'd find a bedraggled vulture, wings wrapped protectively against itself, laying on the ground. However, were they to look closer, they'd notice the crooked right wing. The one that had been broken not long before by some punk gang member.
Val, Rufus, Gob
Val: Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY
Rufus: Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable redhead alert | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY
Gob: Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY | I could just eat you up.
Replay - Sean Kingston
Warning: This blog is going to have a lot of Summer hitting on Gob.
Wasting Away Again In Megaton | Gob and Summer
A year had past, and there was a lot less dirty water to go around. And while Summer had been grateful to help, and finish her father's work, it was... taxing. She could only help so many at a time.
She pushed open the door and sighed. The saloon hadn't changed, not one bit. Well... she supposed the lack of a cheeky Irish bastard counted. Patting the shoulder of the sleeping ex-Raider, sleeping off a fresh bottle of Whiskey, she walked up to the counter and smiled.
"Heya, Gob."