[color=00aeef]FRIEDA RICHTER[/color] - Salem Diner

Brandy took Frieda’s hand and led her to the bathroom where she quickly checked herself in the mirror. She wet the corner of a hand towel and wiped at the beer stain. “Would you really kick his butt? I...kinda stink at this stuff really."

Frieda squished herself against the back of the door, realizing much too late that the "facilities" weren't meant for more than one person to really use at at time.  She felt as though she were practically standing on the toilet while Brandy leaned over the sink and stood in front of the mirror.  "You bet I would.  That's what friends are for, right?"

Brandy sighed, “Ace seems too good to be true. Honestly, you seem like his type. You're confident, pretty, and it sounds like you could handle yourself...I can't."

[i]I have a feeling I'm no one's "type," especially anywhere on the surface.[/i]  "Don't say that, Brandy.  You're plenty attractive yourself, and if you are talking about handling a gun, that's not magic.  I spent years, aheh," she chose her words very carefully, "well, just practicing, over and over.  I had to learn, just like anyone else.  It's not really that special."

Brandy frowned at her reflection, as she rifled through her purse and pulled out a brush and ran it through her hair. “Guess I'm just scared, but you saw him right? I'm not imagining it am I?” 

Frieda casually crossed her arms at her waist and shrugged.  "Hey, if you're interested, then just ask him out.  He might say 'no,' but then you'd know for sure.  You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain."  She felt like a pre-war dating advice columnist.

Brandy dropped the brush back into her purse and turned to face Frieda, “I have a nice little beach house that I've working in, I live there all by myself,” she shrugged, “Kinda scary sometimes, and lonely. You're more than welcome to stay if you would like, I have plenty of room and an extra bedroom.”

Frieda blinked.  "You -- do you mean it?"  Her shoulders dropped in relief at the idea of having a place to live.  Plus, Brandy was sweet and personable.  She'd had worse bunkmates in the Enclave.  "That would be great.  Amazing, even.  I don't know how I'd pay you back."

Brandy pulled her dress up and dropped her panties, “Sorry, I have to pee when I get all nerved up. Thanks for the advice, I'll do my best to return the favor.” Frieda, veritably raised in an environment where nearly everything was communal, was hardly sussed.  Brandy finished and washed her hands, “Well let's go visit some more, maybe have a couple more drinks.”

"Sounds good," she replied, though it was mainly in response to the additional drinks.  Frieda followed her back out to the bar.  She paid particular attention to Rook as she and Brandy sat back down.  He hadn't budged.

“I'll take another beer please,” she heard Brandy say to Ace.  Frieda perched herself back onto her stool and lifted her other beer. Brandy turned to the curly haired brunette, addressed as Celeste, “I would love to stop by and look around your place. You have a working robot? That would be awesome.”

"Pfft.  Well, sometimes," Frieda blurted, before she could catch herself.  She chased her outburst with a big swallow of beer.  "Oh, I guess I forgot my manners back there.  I'm Frieda.  I just got into town today."




[color=f26522]CELESTE BROWN[/color] - Salem Diner

“Name’s Ace Makovich," the barkeep answered, "as you see this here is my humble establishment. As far as I can see everyone in town is friendly, except for that grump there.” He pointed towards Barney who reciprocated by balling up a piece of paper and throwing it at him, “Like I said, watch out for him.”

Celeste giggled.  "I'm sure Barney's a nice enough guy.  Maybe he needs a hug!"

Barney made some choking sounds but otherwise did not reply.

Brandy and the blonde returned from the bathroom.  Brandy immediately ordered another beer, while the blonde appeared to pick up one that had been left behind and took a drink.

“I dunno if a slender girl like you should be drinking so much,” Ace said as he popped another beer and placed it in front of Brandy, “But who am I to say no to a paying customer.” He opened the door to the cellar and disappeared.

"He's just teasin' ya," Celeste cooed, giving Brandy a smile, as if it weren't obvious.  "I don't really like beer that much, myself, or I'd have one with you, too!"

“I would love to stop by and look around your place," Brandy began, addressing Celeste. "You have a working robot? That would be awesome.”

"Pfft.  Well, sometimes," the blonde smirked, sounding sarcastic.  She turned to look at Celeste, appearing flustered.  "Oh, I guess I forgot my manners back there.  I'm Frieda.  I just got into town today."

"Hi, Frieda," Celeste forced herself to smile, though deep down she felt Frieda's sentiment was fake.  "You know, I thought I saw you come in to town.  I even waved at you."

Frieda took another swallow of her beer.  "...you did?  Sorry.  I must not have noticed you."

"Oh, that's okay.  It happens a lot, since I'm short, and all!  I'm used to it."  She looked back to Brandy.  "Yeah, there's a robot that is left over from the war, when the place was an old folk's home.  Poor thing had been stuck in some rut for years.  Didn't realize its tenants were dead!"  She shuddered.  "I don't want to see another skeleton for the rest of my life, I'll say that."

Celeste tucked back into the rest of her stew as Brandy greeted someone else.  She offered a wave and a slight smile, wanting to finish her soup before it got cold.