[color=1a7b30][b]Commander Tolen (AKA: Prancing Wolf), Commander of the New Vegas outpost.[/b]
The Strip/Vault 21, New Vegas[/color]

Ryan sighed as he made his way past the tops, "What's the big deal anyway? This House guy is in that Lucky 38 tower, why not just hold the meeting there?" He shook his head in frustration, "Whackadoodle." He continued to the south end of the Strip, drinking a Nuka Cola he'd picked up off a street vendor to help quell off some of this desert heat. He pushed open the door of the Vault 21 hotel and was greeted by a blonde staff woman in a Vault 21 jumpsuit. "Hi, welcome to the Vault 21 hotel! Can I help you with a reservation, sir?" Tolen looked around the room, not really sure this was what Vaults were supposed to look like, "Uh, yeah. I'm Commander Tolen. That Securibot said something about me checking in here to attend the conference room?" She looked at the terminal on her side of the desk, "Just...one...sec....ah, here you are, sir. Follow me downstairs and I'll have you ready." She escorted him through a narrow stairwell, his eyes zooming in on her ass in her vault suit bobbing up and down with each step. He didn't even think and tried to cup her ass, prompting her to turn with all the quickness of a cobra and slap him with probably the worst blow he'd taken in recent years. "Look, buster. I don't know how they do it where you're from, but that's not how things work here in New Vegas." Tolen only gasped in pain, the vision in his right eye white from the slap, a red bruising handprint now marring his face. "I...I'm sorry. It's....been a long time and....I'm sorry..." She huffed a note of anger and continued to take him inside and stopped. "The boss is busy, see the redlight? Guess you'll need to wait until he's done." Tolen nodded, "That's fine, I'll just hang out in that pool room there.". He put his briefcase on the couch beside him. His face flushed when he looked in the mirror at the fierce glowing handmark that was harshly imprinted on his face. [i]'I deserved that,'[/i] he thought staring at the reflection, [i]'I don't know what came over me. I mean, I know it's been a while since leave, but still...I'm such a jerk....'[/i]. He tried to bury the shame and reached for a pool cue, ready to play pool. It'd been a while since he played, but he loved these Pre-War games. He also loved this Vault, it reminded him of his days as a member of the Mid-Western BoS before his desertion. In that moment, he suddenly felt the longing of home as he cracked the first shot with his cue.