[color=fff200][b]Rick Noel - Diner - Nightfall[/b][/color]

Rick stared at his drink as he listened to the report. From the sounds of it, the Minutemen had done their job. However, Rick hated them, for they were the tool used by the devil to destroy his home and drive his people into exile. He gripped his cup firmly wanting to smash it but he controlled himself. He felt famished, starving, after all he had emptied his stomach. It wasnt smart to drink, luckily he had only had a sip.

He pulled two nutrient bars and wolfed one down. The second one he slowly ate. To a surfacer it would like a granola bar, which begged the question if surfacers knew what granola was.He shrugged his shoulders not caring. As he sat there slowly taking small bites, one of the women that was sitting at the bar sat in his booth, across from him. She stood out wearing  an overcoat, a pale complexion and unkept hair.

Her eyes studied him up-and-down, “I don’t recognize you.”

Rick looked at her and adjusted his glasses. He kept silent and took a sip of his drink and abit of the nutrient bar. He put them down, like his lip, and patted them with a handkerchief to remove any crumbs. He was looking at his hands unsure what to say, but he kept his cool. He raised his eyes and looked at her over his glasses, "When one presents themselves before others, courtesy dictates one should first state their name."

He adjusted his glasses and lifted his face to look at her, "I do not recognize you either. For I have never seen you before. Therefore you wouldn't recognize me. However, if you must know whom am I, well my name is Rick, Rick Noel. I arrived to this town today. If you are with the welcome comittee, along with that Ace fellow, who offered me this drink, tahnk you for your kindness." He lifted his glass an took a big  gulp before placing it down again.