Phoenix watched the newcomer bark at the ghoul and had to hide a smile. He had to be the guy she'd seen fighting with the townspeople; the same guy who, to her, did not belong there but with the Raiders. As she drank, she kept watching him from under her lashes.
He definitely had the poise of a Raider - rusty, but it was there. Nothing one could set in stone but a Raider had a certain element to themselves which only other Raiders could make out. Phoenix knew for a fact she had 'it' too - and if the guy /was/ or had been a Raider, he'd sniff it out faster than a starving 'claw would sniff out game.
One way to find out. "Hey you." She called softly to the bartender. "Mind giving me another fill up? This time make it the hard shit. I know watered down booze just like I know fake chems, man." Watching out of the corner of her eyes, Phoenix added the important part. "Try to fuck me outta what I'm paying for and I'll have you cryin' in the corner just like a noobie's first time usin' jet." Most Raiders would fuck with each other that way, referencing someone's idiocy to that of a new jet user - or just to tease and shit.
If the guy reacted to it - provided they talked that way when he was in .../if/ he'd been in - then she'd know. Of course if they hadn't fucked with each other that way, she'd still not know. Hell, could always catch up with him later that night and just /ask/ him. The thought made Phoenix chuckle. --------- The old man took long swags before a different, a new voice break the air, it was that female, something about her didn't sit right with him. She stank of the wasteland, but everyone did, still something about her looked familiar, but he couldn't put his thumb on it. Still the jet insults were classic, he gave a slight chuckle "Alright, rot-cock. If she starts pinchin' I don't mind joining in." The thought of beaten in that zombie's face was a great fucking past time, he was a great punching bag and the best part was that his boss didn't give a flying fuck.
The ex raider's mind went back to the woman, he was still trying to chew out what she was or what she was doing here. Pinching out a cigarette from his pocket, the idea flashed in his head as he lit his smoke. Those hands, those are raider hand, fucking raider hands, the thought caused him to grin wickedly, he had some interesting plans for this raider.
"Hey, kid, your new here I take it." A cloud of smoke leaving his mouth as he spoke, "So what the fuck would a traveler want to do with this shit town?" Jericho was never the one who would start conversation, but he couldn't help but wonder why a raider would be hanging around this town, he doubt she was was here to retire, but he never knew, still he wanted to find out. --- Phoenix looked over at the guy and inwardly smiled. Gooooooood. She at least got him to notice her. Taking the drink from the ghoul, Phoenix put down a few caps and proceeded to ignore him as she focused on the guy at the bar.
"Just passin' through. I've done enough traveling in my life, seen enough shit. Needed a rest and this was the closest place I saw so," She shrugged," here I am now. How 'bout you? Call this place home or is it a temporary thing too?"
Phoenix studied him as she talked and had him pegged to be 90% a Raider or ex Raider. He was ..... watch-y. Not many others would notice it but a Raider was always aware of what and who was around them. That was something which never faded away.
And he was definitely being 'watch-y' with her, though on the outside he seemed collected and calm. Mhm.....
Jericho/FemaleOCRaider "Pussy Fight" PT 4/?
He definitely had the poise of a Raider - rusty, but it was there. Nothing one could set in stone but a Raider had a certain element to themselves which only other Raiders could make out. Phoenix knew for a fact she had 'it' too - and if the guy /was/ or had been a Raider, he'd sniff it out faster than a starving 'claw would sniff out game.
One way to find out. "Hey you." She called softly to the bartender. "Mind giving me another fill up? This time make it the hard shit. I know watered down booze just like I know fake chems, man." Watching out of the corner of her eyes, Phoenix added the important part. "Try to fuck me outta what I'm paying for and I'll have you cryin' in the corner just like a noobie's first time usin' jet." Most Raiders would fuck with each other that way, referencing someone's idiocy to that of a new jet user - or just to tease and shit.
If the guy reacted to it - provided they talked that way when he was in .../if/ he'd been in - then she'd know. Of course if they hadn't fucked with each other that way, she'd still not know. Hell, could always catch up with him later that night and just /ask/ him. The thought made Phoenix chuckle.
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The old man took long swags before a different, a new voice break the air, it was that female, something about her didn't sit right with him. She stank of the wasteland, but everyone did, still something about her looked familiar, but he couldn't put his thumb on it. Still the jet insults were classic, he gave a slight chuckle "Alright, rot-cock. If she starts pinchin' I don't mind joining in." The thought of beaten in that zombie's face was a great fucking past time, he was a great punching bag and the best part was that his boss didn't give a flying fuck.
The ex raider's mind went back to the woman, he was still trying to chew out what she was or what she was doing here. Pinching out a cigarette from his pocket, the idea flashed in his head as he lit his smoke. Those hands, those are raider hand, fucking raider hands, the thought caused him to grin wickedly, he had some interesting plans for this raider.
"Hey, kid, your new here I take it." A cloud of smoke leaving his mouth as he spoke, "So what the fuck would a traveler want to do with this shit town?" Jericho was never the one who would start conversation, but he couldn't help but wonder why a raider would be hanging around this town, he doubt she was was here to retire, but he never knew, still he wanted to find out.
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Phoenix looked over at the guy and inwardly smiled. Gooooooood. She at least got him to notice her. Taking the drink from the ghoul, Phoenix put down a few caps and proceeded to ignore him as she focused on the guy at the bar.
"Just passin' through. I've done enough traveling in my life, seen enough shit. Needed a rest and this was the closest place I saw so," She shrugged," here I am now. How 'bout you? Call this place home or is it a temporary thing too?"
Phoenix studied him as she talked and had him pegged to be 90% a Raider or ex Raider. He was ..... watch-y. Not many others would notice it but a Raider was always aware of what and who was around them. That was something which never faded away.
And he was definitely being 'watch-y' with her, though on the outside he seemed collected and calm. Mhm.....