Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-5583506-20190326210300

Shanks forced himself to sit up with a strained grunt. "You mean that weird little call I got on my Pip-Boy some time ago? That was your doing, meat?"

Miller remained out of focus for him. The pea-soup had clearly done a number on him. The dog-man reached for the device on his arm, only now realising yet another mistake. "Huh... I guess it was turned off after all."

He shook himself half awake and slapped his claw-like hands together. "So what can this mongrel do for you, meat? If you are a regular here, then no, I will not give up my seat. Find your own."