[color=aba000][u][b]Steve Cooper- edge of town- Night [/b][/u][/color]

Frieda closed her eyes and shook her head.  "I'm already sitting."  

“True but on rusted 200 year old remains of a per-war automobile, chance of collapse, unlikely to be conformable and rusted roof may damage your trousers.... The chair is clearly the superior sitting option.” 

“Mind if I join you? I brought us a couple of beers and goodies.”

Steve turned around to see Waylon arriving with several beers in his hand  "Not at all," Frieda replied before Steve or Edgar could attempt a response.  "Steve, here, has dropped off a turret, or something like that."  Frieda waved him over.  "Steve, have you met Waylon?  He runs the weapons shop.  I'm sure he has the know-how to make sure your turret shoots at the right sorts of people.  You can leave it."  She flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“Yes I am aware of Waylon, friend or perhaps relation to sherbet, the girlfriend of Eliza who I carried to the clinic the other day although I was unaware he was an weapon smith I shall have to visit his store sometime and purchase a close-range firearm."

[i]perhaps an shotgun or submachine gun[/i]

As Waylon and Frieda began chatting and drinking on the rusted car hood Edgar began to glare at Waylon like he had wronged him in some way but whenever due personal resistant or john’s brainwashing he did not attack him... despite very much wanting and looking like he did.  

"You know your shit," she smiled slyly, handing the rifle back, after having turned it over in her hands a few times.  Frieda took a sip of the beer.  "Oh, cheers, by the way.  Anyways, seems most folk somehow paste together whatever they can find that will fire a bullet.  I stick to my pistol, more often than not.  It's just what I'm used to.” 

“That is predominantly due to the higher level of maintenance required to keep plasma weaponry functional.” Steve replied as he finished setting up the turret “It was also relatively new technology before that war with replacement models and parts being very difficult to find and more than often hoarded by groups like the brotherhood or gunners.”

[i]average wastelander are not going to fighting them just to get an plasma rifle [/i]

“Likewise only a few groups like the enclave or instuite had the ability to produce new plasma weaponry and with them now both destroyed it will be many years before any faction, alteast in this region is capable of producing more.” 

"So, how does a girl like Brandy not know how to handle a gun properly, yet she's friends with the town quartermaster, huh?" Frieda smirked, taking another sip of her beer.

[i]Probably because she hasn’t needed to.
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Once Waylon replied to Frieda question about the Steve spoke “if I could have your attention for a second, I have finished setting up the turret, the targeting system should work fine but If for some reason you need to stop the turret click this button.”

Reaching into his pocket Steve then pulled out a cateye pill and swallowed it before looking at his watch muttering...“20 minutes... should be enough.” Before turning his attention back to Frieda and Waylon “I’m going to scout out the atom encampment before going to bed enjoy your...er... Date.” Steve added on not 100% sure what they doing together. 

Steve then turned to Edgar who was still glaring at Waylon “Edgar, Edgar? Would you kindly come along now? We are going.”

[i]What is wrong with him?[/i]

“o-kay”  edgar muttered as he followed Steve, occasionally turning back to look at Frieda as they walked away towards the atom encampment.