Arriving back in Sanctuary was something of a relief after being shot at by fuck knows number of raiders and getting forcibly shanked by a deathclaw. The people there were friendly, probably since I saved their lives, and are always ready to please. Of course theres always gotta be someone who doesn't follow trend. That would be Marcy, the whiny asshole herself, and Jun her sad shitsack husband.
Now I would consider myself 20% a nice person. I don't kill these loosely defined "innocents" and I'm nice to kids. Damn, why don't ya pat me on the head and call me Mother Teresa already? But dang, sometimes I just wanna pull out a fat man and try it on her at close range or give the sad guy a couple of good chems. Maybe he would be more fun if he was high. But, alas, being a saint means no senseless murder or questionable drug use. Guess I'll have to be more creative than that.
My arrival is marked by the usual crap of Preston welcoming the general, Sturges being the perfect generic handyman, and Mama Murphy spouting some crazy shit before asking for chems. After quietly slipping her some and booking it down the road just in case she ODs to get me in trouble, I run into the lovely couple themselves.
"Hmph, still dealing chems to the senile bats of the commonwealth?" Jun, of course does nothing about his rude wife except meander off to do whatever he does. I know it certainly isn't helping the base. Like, shit dude, even grumpy pants over here does something. Maybe I should put him on far guard duty.
"Don't be mad that you're still tryna play pool with that rope over there," I retort while gesturing to the sad sack. "While I've already seen how great our lovely mechanic is with his hands."
She looks disgusted and angry before stalking off to her little garden. And when I hear her call me a slut on her way, I laugh. "Hon, you have no idea."