Fallout: Southern Hospitality
By: RisingGear
In the radioactive swamp called the cajun wasteland, there is a town called Bat-Ro. A large settlement built on top of the remains of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Due to Farming and plentiful game to hunt, it's actually a very prosperous Civilization. The natives of the city are the mutated Swamp Folk.
A lone Drifter docks his houseboat at the docks, Fallen Liberty written on the side in faded Red white and blue paint. After putting on a brown aviator jacket steps out with a small sack of caps. A Plasma Defender is holstered under his left armpit, and a 10mm pistol in his belt holster. "Now to look for work!"
As he walks into town, he sees a bustling population in what appears to be a market district. A thriving farmer's market selling produce. A hunter selling wild game as a butcher, including mirelurk. And of course an Arms dealer selling a wide assortment of weapons and Armor. "Impressive hardware you have on display, you have plasma cartridges?"
"Twenty caps a cartridge." The Dealer bluntly replied, sliding in a box of Plasma cartridges.
"I'll take two." The Drifter hands over some caps as the dealer gives him his ammo. "Thank you Sir. By the way you know where I can find the bar?"
"Next block over to the right, Look for a neon sign for Moxie's." The two shake hands and part ways. As he walks down the road, he spots a gang of deformed mutants angrily glaring at him. He ignores them as he passes by, focusing on finding the bar. Instead he finds an old Red Rocket with Robots and Other repaired machines on display for sale. Curious, the Drifter pops in to look around.
On the wall is a handmade sign with D-M Salvage written on it. Many different Robots are on display, including a diverse collection of modals. From your standard Protectron and Mr. Handy units to a large bipedal unit with Heavy artillery. All of them are in Standby mode so they can be safely put on display. All except a single Mr Handy unit, who approaches the drifter. "Good Evening Sir, how may I assist you?"
"Oh, I was just admiring the merchandise. These robots are in impeccable condition, your owner must be an incredible engineer." The Drifter politely tells the Robot, who seems pleased with his master being praised.
"Thank you sir, the mistress would be most thrilled to hear such praise!"
"Would I be imposing if I request to speak to her? I'd like to complement her personally, if possible."
"Of Course sir, The mistress is always delighted to talk with newcomers in town. Please follow me." Mr. Handy leads the drifter into the inside of the garage. Inside the Drifter see's the owner of the shop, who is in the middle of patching holes in the armor plating of a dismantled Mr. Gutsy with a welder. Her face concealed behind a welders mask, her curvaceous body covered in safety equipment. Her poorly dyed black tied up in a bun, her natural blond noticeably under the black dye. "Pardon me Mistress Leblanc, A potential customer wishes to speak with you."
The Shop owner shuts her welder equipment off as she looks at her robot assistant. "Thank you Belvedere." She says in a noticeable cajun accent as she gets up from her seat to stretch. She removed her welder's apron, placing it on a coat rack. Her outfit is a tied up gray work shirt and dark blue denim cut off shorts. "Bonjour stranger, what can I do for you?" The Drifter gives her curves a quick once over with his eyes, practically entranced by her massive breast and wide hips. She snaps her fingers in his face to get him to focus. "I know you like what you see hon, but I'm up here."
The Drifter looks embarrassed at his lapse in gentlemanly behavior. "I'm sorry about that miss, I just wanted to compliment your selection of robots on display. Did you fix them up on your own?"
She removed her gloves and placed them on her workbench. "Sure did, and all of them are on sale. I also build generators and water purifiers for sale. Was thinking of putting defense turrets on the menu, but I don't want to step on Old Weston's toes." She finally takes off her welder's mask, much to the drifter's disappointment. The right half of her face is deformed by grotesque tumors and wears an eyepatch to cover the eye, not unlike the locals who watched him suspiciously. She is smiling, ecstatic. Someone is complimenting her robots. "A pleasure to meet someone who appreciates my work! The names Daisy-May Leblanc, If you like to buy something I'll be happy to give you a discount for making a lady smile!"
The Drifter sees an older pre-war model of eyebot, and looks almost nostalgic at the sight of it. "How much for the Eyebot?"
Daisy practically jumps for joy at making a sale. "That old thing? For you I'll let you have him for two hundred caps." She reactivates the purchased robot as he pours caps onto her counter. "I hope you enjoy your new little friend now! If you need anything else, please let me know."
"Actually, I thought this was the direction to a bar called Moxie's. Did I take a wrong turn?" The Drifter genuinely asked, looking outside and not seeing a single neon sign.
"Why yes in fact you did, it's on the down the road the other way." She answered with a smile on her face."Tell you what suger, I'll lead you to Moxie's in exchange for having a drink with your's truly. I'll even buy the first round, how'bout it handsome?" She undoes her bun, her black and blond hair reaching her knees. Daisy plays with her bangs as she looks at him.
The Drifter just grins at the offer, but also tries hard to not let his eyes drift downward again. "How can I call myself a proper gentleman if I refuse the request of a lady? Lead on, Sugar."
"Oh, aren't you a charmer!" Daisy pressed a button on a terminal, causing all the robots on display to activate and take themselves into a nearby warehouse. "Belvedere, can you be so kind to lock up for me while I'm gone?"
"Of course, Mistress!"
Daisy and the Drifter walk down the street in the opposite direction from her shop. As they pass by Children are playing in the streets, Playing with what looks like a handmade soccer ball. The Drifter noticed the town seemed to be divided by normal-looking humans and Ghouls taking up the poorer half of the city, running most of the shops in town. While the more deformed Locals seem to control most of the farming, selling wild game and crops. Soon they find the neon sign for Moxie's Bar.
As they are about to go inside, a local throws a brick at them. "Butterface, what the devil are you doing with an outsider? A Leblanc of all people!" The local man angrily shrieked at Daisy-May, with a small group right behind him. The Drifter keeps his hand on the gun strapped to his belt, expecting trouble. Before drawing his weapon, an enraged Daisy-May knocked the local out with a single punch.
"I keep warning that idiot not to start trouble!" She opens the door for the very impressed Drifter. "Sorry you had to witness that, Local politics are a bit…volatile to say the least."
The Drifter claps his hand with a shocked expression. "Oh, I don't mind. That was an amazing left hook!" As they walk in, Daisy does what The Drifter can only assume to be a wink, in spite of her eyepatch. Inside, a band of locals play bluegrass with instruments put together from scratch. Like the town outside, outsiders and Locals divided into two halves of the bar. The tension in the air is so thick it seems to weigh down on everyone. "Cheerful place!"
"Not really but the people are good if you are good to them." Daisy says with some apprehension in her voice. The two take a seat next to the ghoul bartender. "Bonjour Tyrion, a bottle of your Moonshine and some shot glasses."
"Howdy Daisy, good to see you." Tyrion puts a jug with three X's on it. "This one's on me." Instead, Daisy hands him a few caps anyway. "Ha, One of these days I'll get you to accept a freebie."
Daisy turns to the Drifter while pointing at Tyrion. "Tyrion here is the owner of this humble establishment. He's been here longer then even us locals have been, from before the war."
Tyrion pours two clean glasses for the two."Of course I wasn't the original owner back then. Have fun, you two."
Daisy and the Drifter tap their glasses together. The smell of the moonshine practically burns his nostrils. "I should warn you, Sugar. This stuff can knock outsiders off their feet." Daisy playfully warns while casually downing her glass like it was nothing. The Drifter follows her lead, finishing his drink with a cough. Daisy has already poured herself another glass, then gives The Drifter a refill. "So what do you think?"
"Burns like a flamer and tastes like Mutfruit. I like it. By the way, my name is Johnny." The two tap their glass together. "This whole time I forgot to properly introduce myself."
"I like it, it has a roguish charm to it."
After a few more glasses things got more hazy.
~The Next Morning~
The Drifter wakes up in a barn, laying in a pile of hay. His head was pounding like a drum and naked as the day he was born. The sunlight shining into the window blinds his hungover eyes. "She wasn't kidding about that stuff. What happened last night?" An equally naked Daisy is still sleeping next to him, spooning him for warmth. "Guess that answers that question. Man, blackout me is one lucky bastard."
A double barrel shotgun is suddenly pressed against his head. "And you sir are a dead one!" A local man dressed like a Southern gentleman angrily loomed over them, shotgun in hand."Sir you have my Honor as a southern gentleman to thank for not killing you in your slumber. What are your intentions with my daughter?"
The Drifter, despite his hangover, remains unfazed by the gun in his face. "I don't even remember last night. I only remember Downing shots of Moonshine with her and everything going black." He explained with a pained grunt.
Daisy quickly wakes up from the noise, sees her father stand over them with a gun. She ripped the gun out of her father's hands. "Daddy, what the hell do you think you're doing!?" She angrily asks her father while removing the shells from the barrel.
Daddy Leblanc turns his face away from looking at his nude adult daughter."Protecting the honor of my family. Can you two please put something on?"
"Daddy I'm not going to let you kill Johnny just because he's been intimate with me! You pride yourself as being a southern gentleman, be more reasonable than this." Daisy Stands between her father and Johnny. "There must be a peaceful compromise?"
Daddy Leblanc noticed Johnny put his own gun away, revealing he was armed as well. This earns a smirk from Daddy Leblanc. "Very well Daisy-May, For his sake he better make you a decent husband! Welcome to the family, Johnny Leblanc!" Both Daisy and Johnny are taken aback by the terms of his mercy. "I see the preparations for the wedding ceremony." As he turns away, Daddy Leblanc waves goodbye with a smile on his tumor covered face.
Johnny already has his pants back on when he looks at Daisy-May."Wait, is he saying your family will murder me unless I marry you?"
Daisy just looks at him with guilt in her eyes, she looks like she is ready to scream. "I'm so sorry I put you in this situation! My family, the Leblancs, are the closest Bat-Ro has to royalty. Daddy is a zealot when it comes to our traditions, he's also the most powerful man in town." She slowly begins to sob as she starts to panic a little. "Now you are trapped with someone as ugly as me, I'm so Sorry!"
Johnny is quick to try and comfort her with a hug. "Don't put yourself down like that, I don't think you're ugly at all." He managed to snap her out of freak out. "You run a robot shop, you can knock a guy out with a single punch and you literally just saved my life! If anything I hit the jackpot with you as my bride to be! We may be forced to marry each other but Maybe I don't hate the idea!"
Daisy then kisses him on the cheek, a relieved smile on her face. "We barely know each other." She quickly found her shorts and put them back on.
"Well I guess we better get to work on that, Mrs. Leblanc."
She puts her shirt back on. "Happy to do so, Mr. Leblanc.~"