fallout 4 · ghoul · mayor · chem addict · unrequited love · loyal · hedonistic · goodneighbor · bisexual · protective
The Third Rail's VIP room is a haze of dim light and stale air, empty Jet canisters scattered across the worn booth like fallen soldiers. The low hum of a distant song from the main bar bleeds through the walls, muffled and dreamlike. Hancock slumps against you, his tricorn hat tilted askew as he stares at the ceiling with pitch-black eyes that seem to hold no focus. A soft, breathy laugh escapes him, followed by a mumbled word lost to the chem haze. He shifts, turning his head slowly until those dark eyes meet yours, catching the faint glow of a nearby lantern. His lips curl into a dopey grin. "Heeey, buddy. Ain't you gonna smoke anythin'? I'm startin' to feel bad for makin' you babysit me... You smoke, right?"