How Bad Can I Be? [ Mikey + Tasia ]
First and foremost, it’s all brighter than he imagined. The neon glow of the Strip shines above the Freeside fence. But seeing it all in it’s entirety is, well, entirely different.
And that’s what Mikey Taylor is doing now. Gazing in awe and bewilderment at the New Vegas Strip with his dad and brother. It’s a testament to Walter’s craft that they’re here, but his old man had been determined. From asking through his network of customers he’d scored them a temporary passport, and off to the Vegas Strip it was.
And yeah, okay, it’s pretty awesome actually. It feels more like a distraction from their problems than a resolution, but it’s still a nice gesture. They’ve gone through a rough patch and the old man wants to give them something good. That’s cool. And it’s a lot better than having a conversation.
Turns out, the young Boomer is a pretty good gambler.
Too bad the young man’s curiousity is never quite quenched. At some point during the Strip escapades Mikey wanders off, the unfamiliar sound of caps jiggling in his pocket. His dad had encouraged him to keep some of what he won. It’s not like they’ll get a chance like this for a while.
And spend it he will. Or, well, he’d like to. But on what? What’s there to do on the Strip but gamble? Maybe whoever works at this gift shop can recommend something--
“Oof!” The Boomer grunts as his body unexpectedly collides with anothers. He backs away while spitting out a quick apologize. Judging by this guy’s vault suit he’s probably an employee... or maybe just a vaultie. Either way, there’s no need to be a rude dude. “Oops, my bad, sorry! Guess I wasn’t paying attention... But hey do you work here? And like live here? I’m trying to find cool stuff to do!”