Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5583506-20160718030256

"Still sulkin'?" shrugged Pestin and slightly bumped his sister by the shoulder.

The Hoeha Hula Club was just the way they had imagined it where they sat by the bar disk. Sinful and dirty, just like mankind itself.

"Well, yeah", she growled. "I chose Aloha Islands specifically in the hopes of getting some interaction with people... people not in their last, dying moments, if you catch my drift." She emptied her glass and completely ignored the stripper who walked her by on the catwalk. "Instead it would appear that you get shit on for being... the one you were born to be, but didn't choose to be."

"Uh-oh", teased Pestin and tenderly rubbed Deaphanie's shoulders. "Sounds like someone is having a bad case of mid-eternity crisis, am I right?"

"Maybe", she said.

"Don't mope, sis. Else you will end up like Ward, and I couldn't possible handle too of you."

"What are you getting at, boy?" murmured Ward threatingly and shot Pestin an annihilating stare.

"Love you too, bro", chirped Pestin and blew a kiss in Ward's direction, causing the big man to mutter something incoherent.

"I just wanted to enjoy myself, it's all", said Deaphanie. "With other people. We have no places like these on the mainland, except for maybe in New Vegas, but I hate gambling. And when was the last time we got to take some time off?"

"Your nature isn't exactly helping, sis", said Famian. "When people are enjoying life more than they should, they give you the cold shoulder because then they can sense when they stare in the face of death, no?"

"I guess so", she said. "You know that from the moment I see their faces, I can perfectly predict every possible way for them to die depending on the actions they take from that point onward. The man whom I met back there... I must say that one of the many possibilities I saw of him dying by autoerotic asphyxiation did brighten up my day somewhat."

Pestin chuckled. "Now you start to sound like yourself again. You sure it's not the alcohol speaking?"

Deaphanie smirked at him. "As if it would have any effect on me."

The greaser smiled back. "'Course not."