by Nobudi » Sat Aug 06, 2016 3:18 am
Doc and Sunny looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "There's not much time for 'fun'," Sunny said with quoting fingers. "Hard to have fun when you're trying to get by day to day." That was a good point, as safe as communities were around in the wastes, they were often victim to supply shortages, since there wasn't many places in America to manufacture anything. That lead to small time farming, living on meager food daily instead of risking life and limb to go on a supply spree. "Aside from Drinking, singing, or sex," the Doc mentioned, ignoring the small squawk that emanated from a now red faced pseudo- sheriff, "There's only really the option of heading to the Strip to gamble away all your caps."
The party continued for a good few hours after the sun set, and now's the time to head over the Sunny's place. It seemed rather normal, for a blown out and remodeled house. Sunny was carefully trying to move Cheyenne into the main bedroom, leaving you to explore the house. Here, you could see some Sunset Sarsaparilla, a small computer that somehow still ran, a few desks and drawers, and her fridge.