Dan made it to his room after midnight without hurting himself. The room he rented looked like he did: Shit. Shrugging to himself he entered the room, and shut the door behind him. Walking over to the bed, he fell onto the bed, as thin as it was, it felt great. Soon after, he was asleep.

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Waking up as light filtered in through the excuse of a window, Dan lay there on the bed of his rented room remembering last night, the reason for his splitting pain between his ears.

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After winning the first game of Caravan, of which Blunt was none to happy about. Blunt challenged him several times, always wanting to walk away with more caps that she started with. So Dan bought another bottle of whiskey to share with his new brash opponent. Not making it easy for her to take his caps, they each walked away from the table that night with more information than extra caps.

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Sitting up with his head splitting in half, Dan remembered why he didn't drink much. It was the only thing that wasn't different since 20 years ago. Cursing the hangover, he climbed out of bed and checked his person and backpack-both of which were in order. Gathering his things, he thought over what he knew and what he would do with this new knowledge: Blunt had mentioned she had paying work. She had told him nothing more than the work would take her East and not to expect to see her again. That little bit told Dan that the work was dangerous and paid well enough to risk it. Dangerous and going East could only mean she would be going into Legion territory, as they were now THE superpower in the Mojave. He thought with a smirk. She would surely leave plenty of bodies in her wake. That meant loot. But more importantly, he had another thought; anyone paying good money for a suicide mission, would send more than one person. It would be how he spent his money for something he wanted, like a way to go back to that day in Necropolis. Maybe he could get some work of the same pay. He put on his hat, thinking it might be time for a new hat. If he died, he wouldn't mind. As far as he was concerned, he had died 20 years ago. He had spent his time since staying beyond Deaths cold grasp.