[center][color=8dc73f][b]New Vegas Strip[/b][/color][/center]


“[i]Fabulous[/i],” gasped Calypso as she clung to Waylon’s arm taking in the sea of neon on The Strip, “This is most inspirational is it not?”

“Yeah, it is pretty impressive.” Waylon sighed as he was drug around by Calypso as she looked at everything. [i]For Christ sakes woman, I just want a beer.[/i] He was his normal, emotionless, but acutely aware self as the couple perused what Vegas had to offer. He noted all the NCR soldiers he saw wandering around. Finally Calypso led Waylon to The Gomorrah, Aponi followed closely behind them.

“Do go enjoy yourself Waylon, I shall be fine alone with Aponi this evening,” Calypso turned to Aponi, “Come Darling, I must prepare for my dinner with Martin.” The door man showed them to their room across the hall from Shelby’s with the Securitron standing at guard. Aponi aided Calypso with her hair, putting it in long rolling curls before zipping her dress. Calypso vivaciously turned in the mirror, “I look simply ravishing Darling, [i]simply ravishing[/i].” The dark purple evening dress traced her elegant curves complimenting her long black hair Calypso indulged in her own image. Aponi gave a simple smile and nodded at the compliment.

Calypso retrieved a matching handbag from her luggage, taking the one she had been carrying and handed it to Aponi, placing a substantial amount of caps in it, “Darling you are truly a glorious servant, I wish to show my appreciation,” Calypso closed Aponi’s hands around the handbag, “Do take these caps and enjoy yourself Darling. I give you permission to use my wardrobe if you so choose, I wish for you to do what pleases you this evening.”

Aponi’s mouth opened slightly in disbelief that she was free to choose whatever she wanted for the night, “Th-thank you my Empress.”

“You are dismissed Darling.” Calypso left the room after checking the time. Aponi wished Calypso a good evening, once the door shut Aponi quickly changed into her tunic and moccasins before putting her black hair into a single long braid. She took the small black handbag and made her way out of town. A short distance between her and The Strip quieted the hoots and hollers of the visitors. She sat cross-legged on a boulder and just stared at the stars as they shone brightly in the clear night sky against their pitch black background.


[center][color=8dc73f][b]New Vegas - The Topps 7:30 P.M.[/b][/color][/center]


“Welcome to The Topps,” the doorman offered Calypso his hand as her black stilettos clicked up the stairs and he opened the door. 

“My dinner date, Brother Martin of the Midwest Brotherhood said we have reservations for 8 P.M.” Calypso informed the host.

The Topp’s host traced his finger down the notepad, “Yes, indeed he does, please, follow me.” He lead Calypso to a tidy table and pulled out the chair, Calypso smiled and sat down, “May I interest you in a beverage Miss?”

“I shall take a scotch on the rocks good sir,” the host left and a waiter quickly delivered the drink and asked if she would like anything else, “Thank you, I shall wait until my date joins me.” The waiter nodded and left Calypso to sip her scotch and people watch as she waited.


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


The woman waved off the wine, instead pulling a pack of cigarettes from her waistband, [i]to each their own [/i], Shelby shrugged it off. She looked as the woman took a long pull from the cigarette and exhaled allowing the smoke to encircled her head in the lighting of the room. The woman paused,  as if she was thinking of something else before catching herself and returning to the conversation. Shelby tapped her finger on the brim of the glass as she listened.

“Okay,” Shelby shook her head, “Let's do it,” she looked at the clock, “Calypso set up a dinner date with Martin from the Brotherhood, let me write a note to her. Your people will have to give it to her otherwise she may quickly go on the defensive.” Shelby took a sip of the white wine the continued, “I still can't guarantee that she won't though,” she giggled a little. Shelby rummaged around for a notepad and pencil and scribbled down a note, while she was writing she couldn't help but ask, “You seem a little tense, nervous maybe the way you took to that smoke. This is no threat, but if you have something up your sleeve the shit could hit the fan… [i]just sayin’[/i]”

Taking another sip and savoring the flavor for a second before she handed the woman the note, “I did notice a lot of those NCR guys running around here, so any extra help if I really pissed that douchebag off would be nice. I mean, Aponi doesn't fight at all, and there's just Waylon and Reggie with us.” Shelby did not immediately let go of the note and stared into the woman's eyes, “I think I can believe you but….you best not try to screw us over. If this pans out,  I'm sure we can do more business in the future.” She finished the glass of wine and sat the empty glass in the table, “I need to wash up, you can join me, hangout for a bit, or set up your people.” Shelby got up and unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor, “Whatever you decide, I'll leave the door open.”