@martyrofthemojave
Sarah looked at the door as someone walked into the bar. Sure were people who came in and out of Goodspring but not at this time of night. The Mojave was dangerous but at night, it was worse. There were a few other regulars in there and when they didn’t react, she realized that he must be alright. Looking down at her glass of whiskey before picking it up and leaning back, pouring the amber liquid down her throat.
She waved at the bartender to pour another, reaching up to adjust her NCR beret. Her eyes roamed over the stranger before waving the bartender to put the man’s drink on her tab. “Howdy Stranger. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around these parts but the good people in this bar aren’t concerned so looks like you’ll live another day to drink.” A playful smile fell over her lips and she slammed her shot before winking.
