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It's been a long road to finding a place you can be accepted and even here that acceptance is minimal, The den home to any lowlife and drug addict as well as slavers left little room to judge a death claw that wasn't rampaging and tearing it's way through the streets, besides the more intelligent of those denizens decided that a deathclaw willing to speak rather than kill them was something no to look in the mouth, either you were buying your time or weren't there to kill them either way you had reached an understanding with Mom, she'd feed you if you kept the patrons from smashing the place up, an understanding you both shared and it made it feel a little like home but the cautious glances and fingers tapping the triggers of their guns still made you well aware you were an angry look away from scaring someone into doing something stupid.
It's mid day and you're tucking into some brahmin meat when a new group of people likely looking to settle themselves down and establish themselves along the others as not to be fucked with had clearly heard of who you were and step into Mom's dinner, everything is quiet and they are well armed, clearly here for a purpose as they scan the room, the leader most likely a man by the looks of him scarred face and holding an assault rifle in his hands as he asks what's the special for today, he clearly notices you but doesn't act on it yet, instead looks around at his crew of six and nods a little to them, each move around the bar as if getting ready, by their positioning it's clear they are circling you while keeping as much distance from you as possible. Mom meanwhile si giving you a nervous look, whatever the man had said to her in a whisper had her frightened and she is slowly backing away into the room behind the bar top as if to get out of the way, everyone else in the bar is either doing the same but to the exit or getting lower and lower to the ground.
