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When Maisie woke up the first time, she looked around only long enough to find a bucket to throw up into, then wiped her mouth on her sleeve and curled up in a ball to hide from her throbbing headache and the ridiculously bright lights.

When she woke up the second time, her head still hurt and the world was still way too loud and bright, but she could at least start processing her surroundings: Pitted ceiling above her, cracked tile floor below her. The only furnishings were metal benches, one of which she'd been sleeping on, embedding its pattern onto the arm she'd used as a pillow. There was a green lump in the near corner.

"Veronica?" Maisie said to the lump. "Where are we? This is so not the 38."

"I don't care. Just let me die in peace," was all Veronica said before she went back to pressing her head against the -- bars?

Then all the pieces clicked into place. This was the NCR MP headquarters, and they were in the cells. Why were they in the -- oh. Oh, right. The events of the previous evening were starting to come back to her, rolling in on a cloud of shame. Shiiiiiiiiiit. Those damn Atomic Cocktails had been an even bigger mistake than she'd initially thought. Drunk turned out to be not fun at all.

"Aww, man, turns out they call 'em cocktails 'cause they fuck you in the ass." Maisie wanted to be taken aback by her own vulgarity, but instead decided she could clean up her language when her head hurt less.

She thought going home to her own bed might be a good start on getting rid of the headache. "Hey, um, 'scuse me," she said to the trooper standing guard, "can we go now? My friend and I are definitely really sorry and we'd just like to go home and never ever do anything remotely like this ever again."

He shrugged. "You'll have to talk to the captain about that, kid."

They listened to Veronica snore for about an hour before Captain Pappas put in an appearance. "Heard you wanted to talk. Make it quick."

"So, uh, about last night? I'm really sorry about all that."

The captain was clearly unmoved. "You should be."

"It won't happen again."

"It had damn better not."

"No, seriously, ma'am, I swear I'm never drinking again." Maisie had never felt so certain about anything before and hoped that her sincere conviction was showing.

If it was, Captain Pappas gave no sign of it. "If I had a cap for every time I heard that one, I wouldn't be getting puked on by drunks."

"Could you let us out, please, ma'am?"

"I was going to say 'hell no,' but the 'ma'am' is a nice touch. Maybe later."

Maisie spent the next hour and a half after that contemplating the wisdom of teetotaling, and then another trooper came by with a familiar face in tow. "It's your lucky day, kid," she said as she unlocked the cell. "Your brother came to bail you two out."

"Boone! C'mon, Veronica, we're going home." She shook her friend awake and then hurtled out to give Boone a huge hug. "Thank you for coming to get me."

"Actually, I came to get Veronica, but they said I had to take you both. Now get off me. You stink."

"I love you, too, big brother."

As they waited for the elevator in the Lucky 38, Boone finally asked, "Do I even wanna know what you were in for?"

They told him, only getting into a few arguments along the way about who had thought up what.

At the end, he actually chuckled. "Wow. You get dumb when you drink."

As true as this obviously was, Maisie still felt compelled to defend herself. "You wouldn'ta thought it was stupid if we'd done it at the Fort and started shooting when the Legion opened up."

"... well now, that's different."

What a low! To be called dumb by Mr Potatohead himself!

This whole thing had me laughing start to finish. Great job, A!A!

I was cackling with laughter the whole way through. It's like looking in a mirror. A very drunk mirror.

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