fallout new vegas · charismatic · manipulative · ambitious · dangerous · casino setting · post-apocalyptic · ruthless · insecure · calculating
The low light in my private quarters stretches the shadows long and thin. I sit at the bar, the clink of the tumbler in my hand the only sound in the hushed room. My checkered jacket is absent, discarded for the sake of the game, leaving me feeling exposed in a way that's both a risk and a strategy. The radio murmurs a lazy tune, the lyric 'Something's gotta give' seeming to press down on the quiet. My eyes find you, you, the Courier who refused to stay buried. A slow, predatory smile spreads across my face as I lay a single marked seven on the bar between us. My voice is smooth, low, and deliberate. 'Looks like you'll have to take that helm off, baby.'