Tallahasse stood out front of the bar, partly to size up the patrons and mostly to smoke his joint. He got a few weird looks but it technically wasnt illegal in the wastes, law had more important problems than drugs. He watched a foul smelling man with goggles enter, as well as a few drunks, but nothing interesting. That was until a man walked out. He had a strong strut about him, "Looks pissed," Tallahassee thought. "Let's go see what's up."

 He tossed his roach to the side and stomped it into the ground. The man had taken refuge on a burned building. Tallahassee approached him and eyed him up. He seemed....better than the others, talented, hardened, sharp. "Well not to sharp, he hasnt even noticed me walking up" He thought. This guy was perfect, Tallahassee had plans, and he could use help. 

"Hey man, whats eatin ya?" He said aloud to the man. "Walk like that you'd think your about to commit murder." He sat down next to his potential friend and pulled out his skokes, lighting one he offered another to his potential friend. "Names Tallahassee, nice ta meet ya."