Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170211223504/@comment-5543592-20170213000855

Randall went into the pantry, and came out with a bottle of scotch and a fucking Deathclaw egg.

"Mornin'." He nodded to Maxim as he passed the man, snagging a bowl as he went. Returning to the sitting area, he sat with his back to the wall and a clear view of what was around him. Randall set his three items before him, and hunched over them, as if to protect them from any would be food thieves.