[color=ed1c24][b]Ace Makovich - Diner [/b][/color]

Rook asked him how much for the meat, “Since Barney here, and all everyone else is claiming you’re building some sort of wall, you can have the radstag for free, as payment for your work. If you insist on paying, I’ll take 10 caps for the molerat.”

The doctor had left with the Steve fella, perhaps someone had overdosed at his “pleasure” den. Ace continued to clean the counter, when someone asked for a beer. Brandy tugged at Ace’s shirt like a child, and introduced the woman named Frieda to Ace. He grabbed an ice cold Gwinnet Stout, popped it open and handed it to her. 

The Commonwealth was lucky that the Minutemen had captured the Gwinnett Brewery and handed it over to merchants. They were now providing everyone with an easily available, “fresh” product.  “It’s supposed to be from the new batches being made at the brewery.” Ace said, “Thanks to the minutemen, we may start to see some semblance of normalcy.”

 Ace grabbed a cigarette from under the counter and lit it. He took a seat on a stool and poured himself some whiskey. It had been a long day, but luckily it was paying off with all this business. He looked over to Tom, “Can you bring in the provisions I ordered? I’m starting lo run low on razorgrain.”

“Plenty of razorgrain available got everything you wanted from your list except Tarberries. Wiseman at The Slog, said they need a few more days before they are ready with their shipments. Need to ripen more.” Tom said as he slid over next to Frieda and extended his amr to her, “Thomas Beauregard Sykes the III, entrepreneur extraordinary, purveyor of wares far and wide. I do not believe I’ve had the pleasure of gazing upon such graceful flower before. You’re beauty surely lights up this bleak and sad wasteland.”

Brandy slipped behind the counter and took out three beers. She pooped them and placed one in front of Rook, Frieda and herself. She took the three caps and dropped them into Ace’s pocket, “There ya go.” She returned to her stool and raises her bottle, “To new friends and a new home, CHEERS !!!”

“You know brandy, you tug at my belt, put your hand in my pocket…Call me old fashioned but some guys like to be wined and dined before they get this far,” Ace said with a smirk as he sipped on his whiskey, “I’m not just a piece of meat you know.”