Chance
Chapter 6: Storytime
Roulette sat with MacCready, Cherry, and Gage. The latter had a stern, though somewhat smug look on his face. The girl glared at him before sighing lightly and clearing her throat.
"God, I don't even know where to start," she stated.
"Just tell them what you told me when we first met," Gage prompted.
"Right."
"C'mon, Rou, what went down? And, what was with Gage calling you Ashley?" Cherry urged.
"Because he's one of the only people I've met I've actually told my real name to," Roulette stated. "Now, let me get this started, and over with. I'm not exactly looking forward to this."
"Stop stalling, then."
With a roll of her eyes, Roulette stood and perched herself up on a nearby table, letting one leg hang down over the edge, as she hugged the other one up to her chest.
"It all happened a while back. Some stuff had happened, while I was still a kid, and living in the Capital with my dad. Anyways, my sister and I ended up going around, just trying to get by however we could. At some point, we came across a couple of BoS trying to deal with a Deathclaw, and having some issues with it. So, we did what we could and helped them out. Afterwards, one of the guys offered us both a spot in the Brotherhood, with him as our sponsor. With nowhere else to go, we agreed.
"We were in for a few years, my sister liked it, and honestly agreed with what they believed. I didn't, though. So, she and I ended up getting into a pretty bad fight, and I walked out. A while later, I ended up meeting Gage, and the rest is history."
Roulette looked to Gage as she wrapped up her tale, silently asking if he was happy he'd gotten this out of her. Several moments of silence went by as Cherry and MacCready ran through all of this new information. MacCready found that it all seemed to make sense. The girl's posture sometimes seemed close to that of many Brotherhood members, straight back, squared shoulders, with her head held high. The story also brought to light why she had showed such a distaste for the Brotherhood.
Cherry found the tale was a missing piece to a puzzle, for her. It explained what had caused her friend to basically vanish for quite some was upset, even angry with Roulette to a point, for not telling her about this, but, she could see why her friend wouldn't have brought it up. The redhead herself had always held a strong distaste for the Brotherhood, and looking back, she likely wouldn't have taken the news well at all.
"So," MacCready began, finally breaking the silence. "That Initiate, was she, you know…?" he questioned, unsure of just how to ask the question burning in his head.
"Yeah. That was my sister. Real piece of work, right?" Roulette answered, with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
"Explains why you two looked so alike."
Roulette nodded, "Yeah, our dad always told us we looked like our mom, and he was probably right, but, I wouldn't know, she died not long after I was born."
Cherry approached Roulette after a moment of silence passed. The redhead placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, offering a subtle smile. The former Brotherhood member returned the smile, relieved that her story had been taken so well.
After a fairly long moment of silence, MacCready finally spoke up, "Hey, it's no worse than what I did in the past," he offered. "I ran with the Gunners for a while, myself."
"Didn't see that one coming, Mayor," Cherry joked.
"Shut up, Cherry," MacCready stated. "And don't call me that."
"Too late, she's already started. It's gonna stick now, Mac," Roulette told him.
"Great," MacCready muttered.
Cherry laughed a bit, amused by MacCready's annoyance. Roulette lightly punched her arm, laughing a bit, herself.
The rest of the day carried on, with the four exchanging stories and laughing. Nobody cared what the others had done in the past, and simply joked with one another over their past activities. Their conversation lasted well into the night, until they all finally decided to turn in and get some rest. For all, it had turned out to be a decent time, a fair trip down memory lane, in a way.