Rene put the cup down, as calmly as she could muster. Vulpes watched her fingers wrap around the knife next to where she had been cutting limes for the drinks. "NO. Now I'm not serving you anymore drinks, you can have water, sarsaparilla, or nuka cola, but no liquor and stop calling me bitch." The soldier then leaned over the bar angrily, and shook his finger at her in a threatening way. "Fuck you bitch, I came here for a good time, and if…" Before he'd had time to finish his sentence Rene'd driven the knife into the palm of the soldiers hand between, right between the bones, and pinning him to the bar. The soldier screamed out in pain, tried to jerk back, but she had already used her free hand to grab him by the hair and slam his head onto the bar. "Look at you, you drunken piss, you're too messed up to defend yourself from a bar tender. I'm going to teach yah a little lesson now, and if you try to move away before I'm done, I swear to God the followers are going to be trying to stitch that hand back on tomorrow morning." One of the Chairmen Bouncers stepped forward, smiling, nodded to her, but did not interfere. Obviously this woman had a reputation for not taking crap, and it seemed like the bouncers let this happen because they found her reactions a little funny. "Not all of the women who work on the strip are whores here for your amusement," She then slammed her right arm on the bar next to the man's head, the pip boy on it making a wood shaking THUD. "Matter of fact some of us are just nice girls, who got kicked out of their vault by Mr. House, and are just trying to make an honest day's wages…Yah Dig? Ring-a-Ding?" Vulpes snickered at her lesson, thinking he was pleased with his choice in bartender and accidently catching a fiery brown eyed glare from the woman. She then turned her attention back to the soldier, let go of his head, and pulled the knife out of his hand. The soldier backed up, holding his wounded hand, spewed a bunch of hate at Rene, and then he and his friends were escorted out. Rene’s only response to the verbal abuse she was suffering was to roll her eyes and started cleaning up her knife. The soldier's protests as he was escorted out, repeated by Rene in a mocking tone, "I'm with the NCR, Crocker is going to be all over your asses, when we take over the strip, blah blah blah blah blah." After she calmed down she turned to Vulpes, her face softening as she regained her composure, "Sorry yah had to see those NCR twits in the middle of some drunken jack aaaa…Err…You're not pro-NCR are you?" Vulpes gave her a creepy grin, causing her to take pause. After a few seconds he said, "Well, you know how much people from the Utah like drinking. Plus I found your 'lesson' well given, and can't blame you for defending your honor." She laughed a little bit, wiped the water off of her hand, and extended it across the bar, "Rene, and tell yah what fella, at my bar your Utah Usual is on the house." Vulpes took her hand firmly, and with an intelligent stare, shook her hand, "Jason Fox, Salt Merchant, and the pleasure is all mine." ________________________________________
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(Vulpes!OC) Slow Times Tuesday Night (c)
Date: 2012-02-10 03:54 am (UTC)The soldier then leaned over the bar angrily, and shook his finger at her in a threatening way.
"Fuck you bitch, I came here for a good time, and if…"
Before he'd had time to finish his sentence Rene'd driven the knife into the palm of the soldiers hand between, right between the bones, and pinning him to the bar. The soldier screamed out in pain, tried to jerk back, but she had already used her free hand to grab him by the hair and slam his head onto the bar.
"Look at you, you drunken piss, you're too messed up to defend yourself from a bar tender. I'm going to teach yah a little lesson now, and if you try to move away before I'm done, I swear to God the followers are going to be trying to stitch that hand back on tomorrow morning."
One of the Chairmen Bouncers stepped forward, smiling, nodded to her, but did not interfere. Obviously this woman had a reputation for not taking crap, and it seemed like the bouncers let this happen because they found her reactions a little funny.
"Not all of the women who work on the strip are whores here for your amusement," She then slammed her right arm on the bar next to the man's head, the pip boy on it making a wood shaking THUD. "Matter of fact some of us are just nice girls, who got kicked out of their vault by Mr. House, and are just trying to make an honest day's wages…Yah Dig? Ring-a-Ding?"
Vulpes snickered at her lesson, thinking he was pleased with his choice in bartender and accidently catching a fiery brown eyed glare from the woman. She then turned her attention back to the soldier, let go of his head, and pulled the knife out of his hand.
The soldier backed up, holding his wounded hand, spewed a bunch of hate at Rene, and then he and his friends were escorted out. Rene’s only response to the verbal abuse she was suffering was to roll her eyes and started cleaning up her knife. The soldier's protests as he was escorted out, repeated by Rene in a mocking tone, "I'm with the NCR, Crocker is going to be all over your asses, when we take over the strip, blah blah blah blah blah."
After she calmed down she turned to Vulpes, her face softening as she regained her composure, "Sorry yah had to see those NCR twits in the middle of some drunken jack aaaa…Err…You're not pro-NCR are you?"
Vulpes gave her a creepy grin, causing her to take pause. After a few seconds he said, "Well, you know how much people from the Utah like drinking. Plus I found your 'lesson' well given, and can't blame you for defending your honor."
She laughed a little bit, wiped the water off of her hand, and extended it across the bar, "Rene, and tell yah what fella, at my bar your Utah Usual is on the house."
Vulpes took her hand firmly, and with an intelligent stare, shook her hand, "Jason Fox, Salt Merchant, and the pleasure is all mine."
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