[color=a36209][b][i]Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Adam's shack[/i][/b][/color]

Adam listened to the gulls overhead as he quietly cleaned a small case containing a Pre-War American flag. Smiling at its cleanliness, he put it on the shelf over his cot when a soft knock hit his door and he contemplated reaching for his 10mm but the voice on the other side of his spoke a little anxiously, "Adam, it's me, Celeste!". He fumbled at the Radiation King across the room, reaching for the Holotape labeled [i]'Ellia's favorites'[/i] and inserted the tape inside. Celeste's voice on the other side continued as he tried to get the damn tape to play, "Sorry if I'm late. There was a little bit of...ah...unpleasantness outside the inn." Celeste spoke up again. There was silence before another knock emanated on the door, "Adam? Are...are you there?". Finally, the music playing and Adam exhaled with relief, despite the heart in his chest beating as fast as one of those tiny 'bumblingbirds' he'd heard used to exist before the Bombs. Adam put his hair back in a knot and he opened the door as [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MV-GA_U_gU]music[/url] invisibly wafted the room to the soft lantern light overhead. "Ah.." Adam shyly cleared his throat at the sight of Celeste and her beauty, like a woman from those old Pre-War films. "C-Celeste, you look beautiful. I love the way you've done your hair and the dress, it compliments you too." He remembered where he was and realized she was still standing outside. "I'm sorry! Here." He stepped aside and let her in and shut the door behind her. "I'm sorry, but I fear my home ain't exactly as nice as yours, but I did make you dinner." He went over to the hotplate setup and brought two warm plates of steak and a mixed array of vegetables. "I've also...uh..." Adam looked around, his heart fluttering trying not to look like a doof as he looked for his prize. "Ah!" He knelt down on the floor, digging in boxes under his cot. "I have a vintage bottle of the good stuff." He produced  dark sealed bottle. "Can't read the brand, but it's Franciacorta wine. Good stuff, found it at some ritzy golf course down the coast."

Adam uncorked the bottle and poured Celeste a whiskey glass of the wine, its clearish-yellow streaming with a soft hiss into the glass and he placed it beside her at the table before pouring himself a glass and seating himself at the table with the bottle between them. Adam spoke up and blushed, "Sorry I took so long, Celeste.  See, ahem, I was trying to get the music player to start and it likes to be a pain in the ass but I wanted to surprise you, give you a special night and all." He chuckled softly, "I'm sure running an inn with a few Handys can't exactly be easy." Adam smiled once more, "So. How was your day, Celeste? I reckon you must have quite a tale to share running that place."