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GarthThree Dog's Channel came through the old, beat up radio with spotty quality at best, despite the fact that the DJ was only two floors above the room that the radio was playing in. A sliver of light slipped through the ratty curtains, barely enough to illuminate the room. The Radiation Roost had some nice rooms available on the floor above the bar, this was definitely not one of them. Kitten sat up on the edge of the bed and wiped one of her eyes before reaching a shaking hand for her Jet Inhaler. She placed the mouthpiece between her lips and took a long pull, holding the chemical fumes in her lungs until the shaking started to go away, only then did she release the breath she'd been holding, falling back onto the bed as a feeling of happy euphoria swept her away.
Across the room a man was just finishing buttoning up his shirt and stopped a moment to look down at the girl, zoned out on the bed. He shook his head and turned towards the door, dropping a handful of bottle caps on the rickety end table next to it as he left, heading downstairs for a drink before he went back to whatever job he had in town. Kitten laid still for ten whole minute before finally dragging herself to her feet, her head still swimming nicely, and got dressed, collecting her things and the caps by the door before heading down to the bar. She had a moment of ill temper when she noticed that the last pull on her Jet had emptied the Inhaler, meaning she'd need to replace the chem vial before her next hit.
She ran her fingers through her messy hair as she stepped into the bar, greeted by a few unfriendly glares from some of the patrons as she passed them on her way to the bar. She certainly had a negative reputation in this town. Fortunately the the pistol at her hip and the switchblade in her boot tended to discourage any of the locals from doing anything more than tolerating her. She reached the bar and dropped onto a stool next to a whistling man sipping on a Nuka Cola. As the barman, Davis threw a frown at her, she smiled back at him. "Can I get a vodka?" She asked. "You got caps this time?" He responded, with just a bit of hostility. Kitten, either unbothered by the hostility or just not noticing it, responded by dropping a few of the caps she'd just earned onto the bar top, resting her chin on her hand as Davis collected the caps and went to get her drink.
Across the room a man was just finishing buttoning up his shirt and stopped a moment to look down at the girl, zoned out on the bed. He shook his head and turned towards the door, dropping a handful of bottle caps on the rickety end table next to it as he left, heading downstairs for a drink before he went back to whatever job he had in town. Kitten laid still for ten whole minute before finally dragging herself to her feet, her head still swimming nicely, and got dressed, collecting her things and the caps by the door before heading down to the bar. She had a moment of ill temper when she noticed that the last pull on her Jet had emptied the Inhaler, meaning she'd need to replace the chem vial before her next hit.
She ran her fingers through her messy hair as she stepped into the bar, greeted by a few unfriendly glares from some of the patrons as she passed them on her way to the bar. She certainly had a negative reputation in this town. Fortunately the the pistol at her hip and the switchblade in her boot tended to discourage any of the locals from doing anything more than tolerating her. She reached the bar and dropped onto a stool next to a whistling man sipping on a Nuka Cola. As the barman, Davis threw a frown at her, she smiled back at him. "Can I get a vodka?" She asked. "You got caps this time?" He responded, with just a bit of hostility. Kitten, either unbothered by the hostility or just not noticing it, responded by dropping a few of the caps she'd just earned onto the bar top, resting her chin on her hand as Davis collected the caps and went to get her drink.
