give it up for gomorrah's glowing star! mccarthy's reputation before the bombs was nothing compared to her rumor mill in the mojave. the mysterious east - coast ghoul arrived blood-stained & shrouded in a stolen robe. no care for questions surrounding a face much like hers, adorning a side wall near ultra-luxe. the showgirl ensemble glittered against her skin with the house lights & her own ambient glow. her body spun around the metal pole like a vine curving, making a space its own.
the mojave's mirrorball descended slowly to everyone's delight. caps clattered in praise, hoots & hollers filled the space as she landed into a split. it took that long to recognize the eyes staring at her through dark curls. fuck. mccarthy's consequences held her gaze as she lifted onto her feet again. for a moment, she lost the concentration to stay graceful. the next introduction boomed against high ceilings & fell on deaf ears. even the envy of other patrons went over her head when she sat on his lap.
"outta all the gin joints in the world," said while taking the unopened nuka cola on the table. to hold it would hide her hand shaking from unease. "you're still pretty."
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