Roman glanced around the corner of the alleyway, checking for raider's or ferals. He was in some suburb on the east coast, he didnt even know which commonwealth. However, he did know that this town had an abundance of nuka-cola and right on the corner of the street, in its red glory, stood one of the prized machines. He strode over to it after making sure the coast was clear, opened the machine and pulled out the last four nuka-colas. He popped the cap of one, drank it in a few sips and slipped the bottlecap in his pocket. He sat on the hood of a car, his laser rifle propped next to him, and enjoyed the sunshine.