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Scarlett hated Big Town. There was nothing "big" about it, either. Not the houses, not the people, not the guns and definitely not the booze. She and Charon had stayed there on a few occasions, just to rest while traveling across the Capital Wasteland. Thankfully, Red allowed both of them to sleep in her clinic. Scar cringed at the thought of sharing a room with Bittercup, the hormone-crazy lunatic, or Flash, who thought far too highly of himself and complained about everything. Sometimes, Scarlett regretted saving them from the Super Mutant attacks in the first place.
"Welcome back, Scarlett," Dusty says, greeting the two as Scarlett and Charon cross the rackety bridge into Big Town, "Staying for a while?"
"Just for tonight, Dusty. Folks are expecting us to be in the Roosevelt Academy tomorrow, so we decided to sleep on it and then start fresh in the morning."
"Have a nice time, then." Dusty replies, and turns to watch the town's entrance.
Scarlett leads Charon to Red's clinic, hoping to find just the medic, but instead is greeted with a blabbering Sticky and a rather grumpy-looking Pappy.
"Oh, look who it is," Pappy sneers, his eyelids twitching violently, probably from the lack of Jet he'd been able to find around Big Town, "Our savior. And she's brought a friend along."
"Pappy, come on," Red warns, who tries to drag him further inside the clinic. Pappy pushes her away, though, and advances toward Scarlett and Charon. Even Sticky has fallen silent.
"Just because you saved us from the Mutant attacks doesn't mean you can stop by anytime you need to," Pappy growls, his face inches from Scar's. He turns to Charon and snorts, "And next time, leave the zombie before visiting."
One punch is all it takes for Pappy's face to collide with the concrete floor. Scarlett leans toward him, completely calm for someone who's just taken the only confidence of a man even older than she.
"If I wouldn't have helped you, you'd be as good as dead," She snapped, "And Charon is not a zombie."
She turns to Charon, who is pressing his lips together to keep from laughing.
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