"Hey, Anna!" The redhead looked over from her seat on the bench around the campfire to Preston. "I didn't see you return. It's been quiet around without you here."
"Well you know, someone has to even out Popsicles Altruism and with Hancock, Macready and Dogmeat wrapped around his fingers it would seem that this responsibility falls on me." In a very Preston manner, instead of sitting down either on the same bench she was on or on the one at the opposite end of the fire he stood there.
"Ha! See this is what I mean, you show up and immediately things look brighter."
"Do you tell that to all your wayward children?" He tilted his head to the side a bit and glanced around, obviously confused. "You know what I mean, I've heard you whisper sweet nothing to Nate earlier."
"It's nothing like that." The Minuteman explained, "He was feeling a bit in the dumps. He always does after returning back from the Vault." Anna leaned back on the bench and swung her arm around the backside. Intrigued with the direction this conversation was heading.
"I can't exactly say that I blame him. I never heard it from him directly, but I have heard enough to know that some bad shit went down in there." She paused, "How frequently does he go?" She asked lowering her voice.
"I cannot say. This is the fifth time that I am aware since he brought us here." She nodded, "Maybe you should go talk with him." The redhead brought her attention away from the beautiful stars and back to Preston. "You should give yourself some credit sometimes."
"And what makes you think he wants someone like me to talk to him about what went down in there." She motioned toward the hill, "He can hardly stand me. Not that I make it any easier for him. He likes you lot, I just pop in every now and then when he least expects it."
"You should give yourself some credit sometimes." Anna shuffled under his gaze, really wishing that he would sit down or get on off of this subject. "You really are one of the good guys. Even if you want everyone to think otherwise." The woman bit the inside of her lip, out of everyone here she figured it would be either Preston or Nick who would try to convince her to change her own opinion of herself. And she couldn't help but want to tell them about some of the shit she had to do just to get here, some of the shit she had to do to figure out that she needed to head here for some answers.
She wasn't a good guy, not anymore.
"I don't know how to break it to ya but," She paused allowing Preston's mind to wander for a fraction of a second. "I'm not a guy." Nate's current traveling companion, the one the only Hancock walked over and took a seat on the bench across from her just as the words left her mouth. "These are what you call boobs." She added popping her chest out for a moment.
"Yeah, obviously...I mean," Preston flustered when she crossed her arms and arched a brow, "Not that I'm specifically paying attention or anything..." Hancock laughed as he popped a Tat in, catching Preston's attention for a moment before the dark skinned man turned back to face her. "You know what I mean." And with that he sauntered off, mumbling something about checking the perimeter.
"So you and Preston, dollface?"
"Nope, you've seen us interact before. If you squint hard enough, we've got a daughter and father sort of relationship." She chuckled catching the Bourbon he had gone to fetch before the awkward situation had taken place. "I was toying with him and your timing is as impeccable as always." Anna leaned forward and rummaged through her bag, "I cooked this bad boy up for you when we had some downtime."
"You obviously didn't cook that up with Nate around."
"No, I've had far too many stern talking to's about my pastime to last a lifetime. I was with Deacon, we had a good twelve hours to kill so I figured I'd cook up a couple of presents for my favorite Mayor." Ultra Jet was not cheap or easy to make, which was why she stood up and handed him the gifts instead of chucking them over the fire. "Also, now that I know you are wandering around with Nate I think I will malinger on over to Goodneighbor." When she returned to her seat she found her favorite Mayor already under the effects, standing up she walked back over to him and placed the second Ultra Jet she had made in his pocket and kissed him on the cheek. "Be sure to tell them alright."
"Whatever you say sweet cheeks."
And with that she was gone.