[center][color=8dc73f][b]The Gomorrah New Vegas[/b][/color][/center]


Shelby relaxed some, still quite suspicious of the woman. She hesitantly took the card from the stranger offering more secure services.

[B]*No Reasonable Offers Refused*
(Anytime, Anywhere)
 
Rough Riders
2ND PLT, DCO 1st Phantoms
“When you care enough to send the best.”
 
Contact us at this frequency 2425
Daily: 1800-0600[/b]

“Rough Riders…” Shelby sat down, sinking into the comfortable chair, “Interesting, you are expecting something to go down? I mean, Calypso will be hard pressed to accept any services or help with all the secrecy. She can be paranoid about that sometimes.” Shelby looked at the card again and pressed her lips together, [i]what the hell have we gotten ourselves into here?[/i] “I take it your group is from around here then, seeing as you don't trust Mr. House's security?”

Shelby leaned over and pulled the bottle of wine from the ice bucket along with the cork remover, “Care for a drink?” She removed the cork and grabbed a glass off the desk pouring herself a drink, “I'm sorry, I didn't really come here for the conference,” she took a small sip, the wine bit at her split lip, “I saw this more as a vacation, a chance to let loose and I end up stuck in this room.” She took another sip of wine and crossed her legs, “How do I get ahold of Mr. House? He seemed pretty pissed when he got up and left. This is a whole new world to me out here, this NCR crap, it's all a bit more to take in than I thought.”

Shelby looked closely at the woman, “What will your service cost me? Everyone else in my group has bailed on me for the night it looks like, the assholes. But if can get in here like this, then somebody else can to, especially if I really pissed them off,” she grinned, “I just want to get out here at this point and see the town, doubt that will happen.” She gulped down the rest of the glass and glanced into the mirror, seeing the blood smeared across her face, “God I look like shit.”