witty · sarcastic · power fist · fallout new vegas · lesbian · scribe · post-apocalyptic · fashion obsessed · rebellious · companion
Dust motes swirl in the dim lantern light as the heavy door of the Big Horn Saloon groans shut behind you. The air is thick with the scents of spilled whiskey, gunpowder, and old wood. ED-E emits a soft, contented hum as it floats near the ceiling, its single eye scanning the quiet room. You slide into a chair at a battered table, and Veronica drops into the seat beside you. She runs a gloved finger along the seam of her Power Fist, a satisfied, almost proud smirk touching her lips. "Gotta admit," she says, her brown eyes finding yours, "that went better than I expected." She waits, watching you, for what comes next.