Girl's night out tends to be a little weird in New Vegas.
Gomorrah
"I have to what?"
"Sorry, ma'am, it's standard procedure. Please relinquish all your weapons before entering the casino."
Cass snickered, already knowing where this was going. She'd already handed over her shotgun and her machete (which was actually Li's, who had loaned it to her upon realizing that Cass actually fought in melee with a kitchen knife), hunting knife, baseball bat, and .44 revolver, but Li…well, this was going to get interesting.
As far as Cass could tell, Li was only going in to chat with the leader of the Omertas—whatever the guy's name was—about something or other that Li had mentioned while Cass was drunk. This was about to become a much bigger hassle than it had to be.
Without another word, Li rolled up her sleeves and got to work piling her weaponry up on the table.
Clank.
"A machete?"
Clang.
"Another machete?"
Squelch.
"What the hell is that?"
"Shut up or I'll put my boot somewhere really uncomfortable."
Cass doubled over laughing. Trust Li to think of a radscorpion steak as weaponry.
Li was bright red with frustration. Or maybe it was the alcohol—she'd said something about how her family tended to have…reactions around whiskey. "Dammit, Cass, stop laughing."
"Not gonna happen!" Cass cackled, slapping her knee.
The poor Gomorrah doorman was getting more and more embarrassed by the entire affair. It was possible that he'd never seen such a rowdy group trying to get into the casino before, or at least the rowdiest all-female one. And never with so many weapons.
"Veronica, make Cass stop laughing!"
"Caaaaaaass." Veronica whined playfully. "Give her a break."
"Never!"
THUD.
Everyone paused for a moment.
"Is that the super-sledge?" Veronica asked into the silence.
"Yep," said Cass, hefting it. "Jesus, where the hell did you put this?"
Li gave them a Look. "You don't want to know. At all."
…Nope. Let's get on with our lives. "Soooo…still meeting that one guy?"
"Yep." And Li ran off before the footman could so much as yelp. Cass tossed Oh, Baby! on the table and followed the little Asian woman at a trot, as did Veronica, before the table groaned and split under the impact.