Fallout: Whiteout » Places

         "Ah, well." Yen said to Niklas, smiling. "Another day, perhaps. A day when we're out on the road with the Reix!" He lifted his glass once more, downed the rest of the whiskey, coughed, and then set the glass on the bar. Scooping up Em's pistol, he put it in his backpack - the same old backpack he had had with him since high-school. "Wish me luck." He said with a nervous smile, then took out his application and walked to the door of the VIP room. Handing it to the guard, he waited for him to read it. And waited. And waited. And waited. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Uh, look, can you actually read that thing?" The super-mutant looked up at him and nodded, obviously lying. Yen didn't catch it, though. "Okay." he said. And waited some more. "Um. Yeah. I don't think you can, 'cause I didn't write that much. So could ya just let me in now?" Yen started to walk forward, and the super-mutant pushed him back.

'You no go in 'til I say.'

Yen put up his hands. "Okay, I don't want a fight."

'Then go home.'

Yen looked chagrined, then angry. "Nevermind, I do want a fight. Lemme in, you scumbag!" He pulled out his pistol, trying to look tough.

The super-mutant smirked, then pushed open the door. 'You go in now.'

Yen spluttered for a moment, then put his pistol away, smoothed out his shirt and walked in as coolly as he could.