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[hr][hr][color=98AC90][right]The Boardwalk
Saturday, June 11th, 2:00pm
Interactions: Watching John Doyle[@Saint Maxx] and Makoto Koda [@Ruler Inc][/right][/color][hr][hr]

Using her thumb, she popped the lime into the beer and took a sip.  It was the perfect beverage for a hot, drizzly day.  She let the flavor of it consume her mouth before she swallowed the liquid down.  She settled all four legs of her chair back onto the floor before lifting one of her legs so the ankle rested across her thigh.  She toyed with the sole of the shoe which was coming off at the toes while she continued to watch her cell phone.

She became distracted when a young Asian woman appeared and started speaking with the Lone Ranger.  She looked at them but briefly before her attention was back on the flip phone.  She could overhear parts of their conversation.  A case.  Warmonger. Robbery.  Death.  Money.  It was very intriguing and she wished she could get closer to listen.

After a short time, the woman took a call while the man shuffled his way to the line for food.  She didn't think he had been that old!  It became apparent that he was doing the same thing she was.  Eavesdropping.  Soon the gentle curiosity between the two turned to rage.  Bobbi tensed in her chair and grabbed her half-full beer bottle, ready to break it over the man's head should it be necessary.  As quickly as it happened the situation defused.  Cops were freakin scary man.  Soon enough they said their goodbyes and Bobbi calmed down by chugging the last of her beer.

Diana still had not shown.  It had been nearly an hour.  She texted the girl again and waited half an hour before deciding to wander the downtown area of Charity City.  She discovered a flyer advertising a festival.  Hot damn!  Nothing like getting wasted with co-eds and the elderly!

[hr][hr][color=98AC90][right]The Boardwalk ==> Downtown
Saturday, June 11th, 3:05pm
Interactions: Drake Blackmore [@Ruler Inc][/right][/color][hr][hr]

Bobbi held a monster-sized cup that twisted around and was made of plastic.  Inside of it was a potent hurricane that even made her dulled tastebuds scream in delight.  She meanered, pausing here and there to play some games.  There was one which was the classic test of strength and she grinned.  She asked the man to hold her drink.  Picking up the hammer, she hefted it over her shoulder and breathed in deeply.  She could feel her connection to the Vault.  The energy of it began to fill and swim around her muscles.  And then she swung the hammer down hard.  The tiny hammer attached to the board sped upward, hit the bell with a loud clang, and dented it before coming back down.  The energy dissipated from her body.

[i]Ooops.[/i]

[color=98AC90]"Co!  So many apologies Mistah.  Dunno mah own strength I guess." [/color] She joked with him cordially and picked out a small stuffed animal that looked like a slightly deformed alligator.  It's eyes had been sewn on crooked and looking off into different directions.  Its muzzle bent upward at an odd angle and its legs splayed out while being much too short for its body.  She thought it was quite cute and the man tried to offer her one of the other gators that had been made properly.  [color=98AC90]"Nah, Mistah.  He be perfect."[/color]

She took her drink back and headed toward the crowds.  It was then she spied a vaguely familiar face.  Her own freckled one lit up with a bright smile and she jogged to catch up to the man.  [color=98AC90]"Oi, Mistah Ice Cream Cone.  I didna know you was an officah."[/color]  She skipped into step beside Drake, looking up at him with excitement in her eyes.  [color=98AC90]"Yer deh friend o' dat gatah man, no?"[/color]  She sipped from her drink and offered some to Drake.  Her eyes widened when she realized her mistake and she used the hand holding the stuffed gator (tucked up by her armpit) to give herself a light smack on her forehead.  [color=98AC90]"Oi ye, ain't I just a goose.  Po-po mans can't be doin' no drinkin' on shift.  Apologies bon ami."[/color]  She sipped her drink again.  [color=98AC90]"You be lookin' for your friend, no?"[/color]