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New Vegas Ensemble: High School AU with a twist

[(Anonymous)]

Because every fandom needs one of those, for better or for worse. Except I don't want regular, modern day High school, but the kind of 50's style High School that's straight from Dr. Borous's nightmares.

Now, you could either play this straight (As in, everyone really does go to a pre-war High School) or turn it into some kind of Tranquility Lane inspired simulation horror. Either way, is perfectly fine with me.

(Also, while I'd prefer a male Courier for this, a lady would be alright as well.)

Re: New Vegas Ensemble: High School AU with a twist

[(Anonymous)]

You mean the Courier really -is- Richie Marcus? Penis-tipped feet and all? O_O

Re: New Vegas Ensemble: High School AU with a twist

[(Anonymous)]

Haha, why the hell not? xD

Re: New Vegas Ensemble: High School AU with a twist

[(Anonymous)]

Random Anon says that would be amazing!

Re: New Vegas Ensemble: High School AU with a twist

[(Anonymous)]

OP, we go together like ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong. This prompt is just plain fantastic.

*crosses fingers for an an art!anon contributing a pic of Caesar in a Letterman jacket*

Re: New Vegas Ensemble: High School AU with a twist

[(Anonymous)]

Love it, love everything about it.

Re: New Vegas Ensemble: High School AU with a twist

[(Anonymous)]

I am dying to write some stuff for this. Like, as soon as this week's essay for school is done I want to dive into this. Are you okay with FO3 characters showing up, or would you prefer for it to stay strictly New Vegas?

OP

[(Anonymous)]

The more the merrier, OP says. : ) Looking forward to read something from you!

Ensemble - New Vegas High [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

"Hey, hand me one'a those, will ya?"

Roger glanced up from where he was setting copies of the school newspaper in the iron stand, taking one and giving it to Benny. "Hey. You skipping class again?"

"I wish," Benny rolled his eyes.

"Principal's office?" Roger guessed.

"Bingo," Benny said, shaking open the newspaper and lounging artfully against the wall. "House got a burr up his ass thinkin' I was the one who pulled the fire alarms yesterday."

"Weren't you?"

"Lackeys, baby, I had my lackeys do it," Benny clarified, eyes scanning the paper. "First rule of power, Rodge, you gotta have minions."

"I should write that down."

"See that you do. There we go," Benny stood at attention, having found the article he was looking for. "Nominations gonna be announced this Friday. Ring-a-ding. You wanna congratulate me on winning prom king now or when I'm actually enthroned?"

"Isn't that a little presumptuous?" Roger said, shifting the remaining newspapers under his arm. "Wait, nevermind. Forgot who I was talking to."

"Pfft. Way to miss out on bein' a member of my court, kid."

"You know that the title of 'Prom King' doesn't actually grant you any powers, right?"

"Who cares, baby, you get a crown. Plus I'm dyin' to see the look on Leslie's face when it doesn't go to him. You know all his campaign posters are gonna run that 'The King' bullshit into the ground."

Roger snorted. "I saw them in the print office, they do. God, I can't believe he's still seriously calling himself 'The King'. And I can't believe it caught on. I guess the honor of being class president changes a man."

"Whatever, he's just swingin' that noise until everyone forgets his name is Leslie. Escort me to the principal's office, Rodge-man, you ain't got nowhere to be," Benny said, folding his newspaper neatly and tucking it under his arm.

"Escort yourself to the principal's office. House'll probably send a search party out soon, anyway, they'll make sure you get there safe."

"Engh, that's what I'm lookin' to avoid. Don't think ol' Harkness has forgiven me for that little... misunderstanding yet."

Roger raised an eyebrow. "Right. That thing he's totally gonna forgive you for. Any day now."

"Stranger things've happened, kid. Now come on, while we're still young."

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Yes yes yes yes~ This is amazing, and I'm am so excited, A!A! SO EXCITED. <3

Ensemble - New Vegas High [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Veronica smoothed her skirts and checked her hair in the mirror she hung in her locker door. She heard the faint clang of a shoulder leaning against nearby metal, and Cass saying, "Are you seriously gussying up for chemistry?"

"Well, we can't all look like we just had a tumble in a janitor closet," Veronica shrugged airily, grabbing her books and closing her locker. "Not that it isn't a good look for you, I just doubt I could pull it off."

Cass chuckled. "You and your incredibly obviously fake boyfriend going to another Abstinence for American Youth meeting tonight or can you come hang with me and Roger?"

"Sorry, got plans. Arcade's dad almost found his stack of muscle magazines and now he's double freaking out, so tonight we have to come home from a 'date' and awkwardly pretend to neck at the door until his dad peeks through the curtains."

"Sounds like a thrill a minute," Cass rolled her eyes. "If you guys wanna spend your fake date hanging with us, say the word. Apparently if Benny can bribe enough people to say they saw us at Dino Dee-Lite Drive-In we're gonna join him in TPing Principal House's pad."

"I'll keep that in mind. Now are you gonna carry my books for me or go smoke in the girl's room and let me get to class?"



Veronica scanned the room and found the lone person at a desk unpartnered, a tall girl sitting calmly and flipping through a few pages of notes. Must be my target, she figured, then approached and asked, "Are you my new lab partner?"

The girl looked up at her with big brown eyes. "If you're the girl that just got transferred from another class, then yes, that's me. I'm Julie," she said, offering a hand. Interesting. Veronica couldn't say she knew many other girls who'd start off with a handshake. She shook the extended hand and sat down.

"Veronica. The transfer."

"A transfer mid-semester seems... unusual," Julie said diplomatically, turning back to her notes.

"Yeah, Mr. Noonan finally decided to split me and Moira. Even when we didn't get to be partners we managed to be 'disruptive'."

"Wish he'd do that with Carla and Joana -- they spend the whole class giggling and gossiping. It's so annoying." Julie paused, then looked up and amended, "Not to say you and your friend were annoying--"

"Relax," Veronica said, waving a hand. "You'll have to work harder than that to ruffle me. We weren't giggling, anyway, we kept blowing things up."

Julie's eyebrows shot to her hairline but she laughed. "Well. That's... different."

"Hey, it's not our fault Mr. Noonan gives us all the fun stuff to play with and expects us not to get creative. Science is all about satisfying curiosity, right?"

Julie laughed again and Veronica's heart started beating a little faster. "I guess I can't argue with that. Just warn me if you're going to cause an explosion for kicks so I can duck."

"Deal," Veronica said, offering an extended pinkie. Julie grinned and hooked her own pinkie around it.

Mr. Noonan slapped a ruler on the table at the front of the class, and both girls did their best to pay attention, follow instruction, and Veronica didn't cause an explosion. She thought about it, just to show off, but she kept getting distracted by the fact that Julie had to muffle a laugh at every one of the smart comments she made under her breath. Which just forced her to make more smart comments, of course.

Class was over (felt like it was shorter than usual somehow) and she tucked her books under her arm and smiled at her new lab partner. "So, how was my first impression? Think we can navigate the wonderland of basic chemistry without burning each other's skin off?"

Julie grinned, following her out of the classroom. "I think we can manage."

"Swell," Veronica said, wanting to wince at how weirdly high her voice was. "Well, I'll... see you tomorrow, then."

She had turned on her heel and was heading for her locker when Julie said, "Wait." She turned around, and Julie opened her mouth, and closed it, and opened it again. "I... really like your dress," she finally said.

Veronica felt a weird flutter set off in her stomach. "Thanks," she said stiffly.

Julie nodded once and turned to leave and Veronica had to force herself not to skip to her next class.

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

GOD THIS IS ALREADY AMAZING

And I think I'm already in love with Roger. How'd you know I've been liking that name lately, a!a

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Veronica and Arcade playing cover for each other?
Veronica and Moira blowing shit up together?

A!A, if this fill gets anymore awesome I think my head might explode.

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Nerdy girls blowing shit up in chem class?

Sounds like my sophomore year. Keep it coming, nonnie.

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Ahaha oh my gosh Veronica and Arcade. Lookin' great so far....

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Echoing the sentiment that Veronica and Arcade acting as each other's "beards" is freakin' hilarious. Win, A!A. Win.

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

The King's name is Leslie.
Leslie.
Leslie.
Motherfuckin' Leslie.

Omfg, I think I love you A!A...

Ensemble - New Vegas High [3a/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe it was the locker pressing into his back, maybe it was the fist curling in his shirt, but Arcade was wondering if it was maybe time to reevaluate the necessity of school spirit. Something about being surrounded by neanderthal football players locking their angry eyes on him like a unified targeting system was really making him regret his inability to shut up.

"What did you say, dweeb?" the fullback of the New Vegas High Legion snarled, tightening his fist.

"I don't recall saying anything, Silus" Arcade said, voice quavering only a little.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure you did. Pretty sure you said something about coach. Lucius, you hear this nosebleed saying something about coach?"

The linebacker cracked his knuckles. "Oh, I'm certain."

"Look," Arcade said, adjusting his glasses with all the grace he could manage while pressed up into a locker, "I think it's lovely that your Coach Sallow has built himself such a loyal little cult out of teenage boys--"

"Caesar," Picus corrected, the wide receiver tilting his head down menacingly. "We call him Caesar, and you will too."

"If you'd paid attention in history class," Arcade couldn't stop his fucking mouth from moving, "you'd know how this story ends."

Arcade heard at tching sound from the quarterback and stiffened. Apart from all these other overdressed primates, Fox was the only one who actually scared him. "Strike him," Fox ordered, and Silus made a second fist and raised it. Arcade closed his eyes tight and hoped his glasses would survive.

"Hey!"

Arcade cracked one eye open to see all four heads turned at the authoritative voice. He followed the gaze and saw the class president standing in the middle of the hall, light shining on his impeccably shiny black coif like a halo. Arcade had never learned the guy's real name. Everyone just called him The King.

"We gotta problem here?" he said.

"Just encouraging interest in school spirit," Fox said silkily, like Arcade wasn't clearly about to be assaulted.

"I can see that," the King said, his lackeys who had been hanging up his campaign posters for prom king slowly coming over to back him. Arcade had made fun of the way they all dressed like their leader before, in private to Roger or Veronica, but now they looked more like a chorus of pompadoured angels. "Can't say I approve of your tactics. Doubt they're very effective."

"Nonsense," Fox said. "We've successfully raised pep rally attendance by thirty-eight percent using fear alone."

Ensemble - New Vegas High [4/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Cass balanced herself as best she could, boots slipping on the toilet seat and hands slipping from where she used them to support herself on the stall walls. She listened to the soft, methodical footsteps crossing the tile.

"Cass?"

She stayed quiet. She really needed a better lookout. The janitor just always pocketed her money and nodded and she was pretty sure he walked away once she had disappeared into the bathroom. Maybe she could borrow one of Benny's lackeys.

"I know it's you, Cass, I can smell the smoke."

Be perfectly still, she kept telling herself. Don't even breathe, cowgirl.

"The toilet was flushing when I came in and no one's emerged from a stall, and there are no shoes on the ground."

Cass sighed and exited her hiding spot. "Give it a rest, Sherlock."

Harkness scowled at her as she casually walked to the sink and started washing her hands. "This is the third time this month I've caught you smoking in here," he said sternly.

"Smoking? Me?"

"Fake innocence is really not a good look on you."

Cass rolled her eyes. "You got no evidence I was smoking, pal."

"I can smell the smoke. Also you were hiding in a stall."

"Maybe you're just smelling yourself malfunctioning, bolt bucket. Also maybe I was hiding because a creepy pervert stomped into the girls' bathroom. You're the hall monitor, not toilet monitor."

Harkness exhaled sharply through his nose and said through clenched teeth, "For the last time, I am not a robot."

Cass shrugged lightly, turning off the water and reaching for a paper towel. "Hey, I only know what Benny said, and he had very convincing evidence that you're a tin can straight outta Serling."

Harkness groaned in exasperation. "Just what the heck was this 'evidence', anyway?"

"Five bucks. And the fact that you've got no genitals."

"I do so have genitals!"

Cass held a fist to her mouth to muffle her snorting laugh.

"It wasn't funny, Rose! When Benny added the lovely little spin that I was spying for the communists, Professor Noonan threw his shoe at me! He called my house threatening to 'turn me in' for America!"

Cass stopped laughing and turned to face him, crossing her arms and looking him dead in the eye. "Don't call me Rose."

Harkness narrowed his eyes and Cass could see the smirk in them. "What if I wanna?" he said, walking closer to her. "Rosie?"

He was not expecting the solid right hook, if his face was anything to go by. Cass sauntered out of the bathroom, bootheels clicking on tile, knuckles stinging. She stopped by the door to say, "Only one man got to call me that, Rusty, and he's gone. So watch yourself."

The bell rang out as she hit the hall, students spilling out of classrooms. She went to the chemistry lab and ducked in as the stragglers filed out and tapped Professor Noonan on the shoulder. "Hey, Doc?" she said, putting on her very best innocent face and batting her eyelashes hugely. "I was talking to Harkness and he started using big words. I don't know about all that boy stuff, but I was wondering: what's a proletariat?"

Not a good look for me, my ass, she thought with a smug smile as Noonan clambered out the door to save America.

Ensemble - New Vegas High [5/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Boone has just closed his locker when he was struck by a slap on the back of his head. He whipped around and scowled at Manny. "You got three seconds to tell me what that was about."

Manny just glared at him incredulously, then held up a rumpled poster. "Mind telling me when you decided to run for prom king?" he demanded.

Boone blinked. "Wait, what?" he said, snatching the poster and studying it.

"I think it's a pretty straightforward question, Craig," Manny said, crossing his arms as Boone looked at the poster, feeling more and more confused. "I thought we agreed we weren't even going to stupid prom. We gotta focus on spring regionals -- the Red Rock High Khans are enough of a threat to our title without you wasting energy thinking about renting a tux and dancing with girls and being prom king."

"This ain't mine," Boone said, crumpling the poster in his hands. "I swear. It's probably someone's idea of a prank." As the words left his mouth, Boone remembered overhearing snippets of a conversation he was trying to ignore between Benny and Roger the other day, Benny laying out some scheme about stacking the competition with write-in candidates to divide the vote for certain 'types'. There was bound to be a football player on the ballot -- this was probably Benny's jacked-up idea, pitting a cross country guy against some punk Legionnaire. Man, Coach Dhatri was not gonna be happy about this.

"Oh, sure, someone just took the time for the prank of running your campaign. Hilarious." Manny narrowed his eyes. "Wait. Is this about Carla? Is this about her running for prom queen?"

Boone's heart reflexively jumped into his throat and his fists balled tighter in the crinkling wad of ex-poster. "No."

Manny looked seriously disappointed. "I thought we agreed, you don't need that snooty little princess."

"I know," Boone said far too quickly.

"She was nothing but a distraction," Manny continued, never one to miss out on the chance to dump on Boone's ex. "And she was always in your face about how much time you spent training."

"I know."

"And she was always a jerk to the rest of us. She didn't get how important your teammates are in cross country."

"I know."

"And she's going with Fox anyway."

"What." Something sharp flared in Boone's chest.

Manny shrugged. "Well, yeah. Fox is running for prom king, they're running on a couple's campaign."

"What?" Boone made a strangled sound of barely contained rage. "They've been going steady for two weeks!"

"Well, yeah," Manny rolled his eyes, "how long had you two been dating when she let you 'pin' her?"

Any other time and Boone would have gotten dangerously close to smacking his teammate good for that one. But this was different. Something bigger was taking place and his shoulders were quaking and he resolutely unfolded the heavily wrinkled poster in his hands. "Oh, screw that, I am running for prom king."

Ensemble - New Vegas High [6/?]

[(Anonymous)]

"I am not sneaking you into the print room," Roger was saying to Benny, walking down the hall. "You'll break something."

"Baby, aside from hearts, when have I ever broken anything?"

"You'll find a way. Working at the Express it basically the only good-looking thing on my college application, I'm not going to let you ruin that with your plotting."

Benny pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "You have... really got to stop calling that rag by its proper name. Just call it 'the paper'. Do you know how you sound half the time?"

Roger was too engrossed in defending the integrity of the New Vegas High Express and as a result almost walked directly into Boone's chest. He looked up to give him a properly annoyed glare. "May I ask why you've planted yourself here?" he asked when the guy didn't move.

Boone looked at him with the same deadly seriousness he brought to everything he did. "I need you to help me run for prom king," he said.

Roger gaped, certain he had misheard. "Run for--" He turned to Benny. "What did you do?"

"I like how you just assume this is my fault," Benny smirked. He nodded at Boone and said, "It's cute that you think you can compete in the big leagues, Legs, but the race is a done deal, so slow your roll."

"Wait," Roger said, brow knit together in open confusion, "so this isn't your doing?"

"It is," Boone said, and held up the heavily crinkled poster. "I need you to get me into the print room and show me how to make more of these."

"Let me see that mess," Benny said, snatching the poster out of his hands. "Pal, if this was my doing, I wouldn't've gone with this stinkin' picture, I can tell you that. You look presentable. I'd've used that snap from the night Cass slipped some of her hooch into your Nuka-Cola."

"The one with the--?" Boone narrowed his eyes. "You promised me you destroyed that."

"Did I? Then disregard. My point is, bub, you throw your hat into the ring for real and you're askin' to be publicly spanked, dig?"

"You think I'm scared of you?" Boone said, tilting his jaw up.

"No, I think you're a misguided fink who must be screwed in the head if he thinks he can really get that crown away from me," Benny said, closing the distance between him and staring him down.

"Okay, you two can neck later," Roger said, insinuating himself between the two. "Boone, seriously, since when have you given half a rat's ass about prom king? Since when did the crown matter to you?"

"This ain't about the crown," Boone said resolutely. "It's about the girl."

He snatched the poster out of Benny's hand and stalked off down the hall, leaving Benny and Roger watching him.

"Do you think he practices in the mirror?" Benny asked.

"Oh, like you don't."

Ensemble - New Vegas High [7a/?]

[(Anonymous)]

"Anyone else kind of positive they're going to fail the history exam on Friday?" Everyone eating lunch at table 38 raised their hand at Roger's question. "That's what I thought. I'm noticing that we're all really bad at the 'school' part of school."

"Hey," Cass said, "it's not our fault Mr. Tejada spends half his class on his own stories instead of, y'know, teaching."

Arcade snorted. "Because you're just paying so much attention in every class."

"Ease up on Cass," Veronica said. "Good grades are for people who plan to go to college and live past graduation."

"Hey!" Cass said with an offended look.

"Guys, stop, we can make Cass feel bad later," Roger said. "My point was should we meet up and study. And by study I mean pretend to study, but in one concentrated location."

"My place is out," Boone said. "My mother was so happy when I said I was running for prom king that she converted our living room into the campaign headquarters. Incidentally, Roger, can I crash at your place?"

"If you promise to stop running for prom king," Roger shrugged.

Boone paused then looked at Arcade.

Arcade sighed. "I'll fix up the treehouse."

Veronica gave him a sardonic look. "You're not gonna freak out about your dad being suspicious over you having a boy alone in No Girls Allowed Land?"

Arcade waved a dismissive hand. "For whatever reason, old little league friends are okay. He'll probably shed manly American tears over me still having a jock friend." He looked at Boone and said, "Although you may want to leave the team beret at home, since it's red and therefore communist propaganda."

"More importantly," Cass said, "are you seven? You guys still use that tree fort?"

Boone chewed slowly, stony gaze fixed on her. "You got a problem with that?"

Cass whistled low. "Wow. Okay. Changing the subject. We can study at Ronnie's place. Right, Ronnie?"

Veronica scrunched up her face. "Stop calling me that, god."

"Hate to say it, but she's got a point. Not on the Ronnie thing," Arcade quickly held up a hand as Veronica glared daggers at him, "but it would be best if we studied at your place."

"Because of your hot dad," Cass said with a grin.

"Stop that," Veronica groaned.

"That's not... that's not the only reason we should study there," Arcade said. "It's just a plus."

"We're saying your dad is hot, Ronnie." Cass narrowly ducked the empty milk carton tossed her way.

Vegas Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1a)

[(Anonymous)]

I watched Twin Peaks a couple of months ago, and couldn't help but imagine this as the character from New Vegas in the tv show. I'm going to seriously pare down the events of the tv show/movie, because it would be crazy otherwise. This is ment to be more humoours than serious, and I hope Op will forgive the liberties I'm taking

Veronica, Caesar, Boone, Carla, Courier, Cass, and more to come

Sitting in the classroom, Veronica Hayward looked over her side parted shoulder length hair, and pursed her red painted lips. Carla wasn’t here again today and something about the empty chair seemed foreboding to Veronica. She looked across the room at Cass Horne, who nodded at Veronica like it was okay, but joined her in staring at the chair nervously.

Ms. Farkas continued her lecture, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. Ms. Farkas told her students to “wait a minute,” and walked out into the hall with the principle, her expression visibly dropping as the older woman talked. Turning the knob, the teacher walked back into the room, sat down in her chair, and stared ahead like something was wrong. Veronica Hayward glanced over at Carla’s chair and got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Attention students,” A voice founded from the PA over head, “This is principle Crawford…It’s my unfortunate duty to tell all of you that Carla Palmer was found dead today on the shores of Lake Vegas Peaks. The exact cause of death is unknown at this time, but if you have any information about Carla’s whereabouts yesterday, we ask you to share that information with the Vegas Peaks police department. I understand this will be a hard time for many of you, Carla being as popular as she was, and our school counselors will be meeting with each of you to discuss your feelings during this time.”

Veronica didn’t hear any of the announcements past the part about Carla Palmer being dead. She looked over at the chair, a single tear rolling dramatically down her face, and stood up to walk out of the room. Moving down the halls the only thing she could think of was to get to Edward, who everyone called Caesar, and find out what he knew about the situation. Caesar had been dating Carla when she was made homecoming queen, and they both knew she was sneaking off and doing drugs, but they never dreamed whatever Carla was up to would get her murdered.

Vegas Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1b)

[(Anonymous)]

“That’s right, I used to be a package courier, but then I smarted up and joined the FBI,” Agent Dale Six said.

“Fascinating,” Francine Garret said as she wipped the bar of her small diner, “We don’t get a lot of FBI around here…I guess you’re here because of what happened to poor Carla Palmer.”

“Did you know anything about Carla Palmer,” Dale asked.

“She came by every weekday morning and did her meals on wheels run,” Francine said, pausing to blow her curled blond hair out of her eyes. “She was a real nice girl. Don’t know why someone’d want to go and hurt her.”

“So would you say you and Carla Palmer were close?”

“Hah. Agent Six, Carla was a teenager girl, her head in the sky, her heart on her sleeve,” Francine said, “I’m just an old woman who runs a diner. From different planets you see.”

“I see,” Dale responded. “Thought I wouldn’t call a pretty lady like you old.”

Francine smiled at Dale sweetly, then said, “I can tell you’re from out of town. I’m afraid only people who never met my husband flirt with me.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“Well, he’s in jail right now for manslaughter,” Francine responded. “His names Vulpes, I know, odd name. He was involved in a fatal car accident that killed the owner of the Saw Mill.”

“Sorry to hear it,” Dale said.

“No problem,” Francine said,” Now if you want some real information, I’d try asking that young man over there.”

Francine gently gestured at Bobby Boone. Dale opened up a pocket recorder and read into the machine, “Eddy, take this down. Francine, maker of a fine cup of coffee and voicer of some fine conversation has indicated to me that I perhaps want to speak to one Bobby Boone. Bobby Boone looks to be around eighteen, with light brown hair combed into a pompadour, strong chin. He looks sullen Eddy. Upset like he just lost the love of his life. Make a note of that Eddy. Oh, and Eddy, remind me to look into affordable real-estate in this town. I have a funny feeling this is the kind of place a man like me would love to settle down.”

Placing the recorder back in his pocket, Dale walked across the diner to sit at the booth with Bobby Boone, who barely looked up at the FBI agent.

“Can I help you with something?” Boone asked.

“I hear you were pretty close to Carla Palmer,” Agent Six said.

“Yeah, we went out for awhile. Carla was a swell girl, that’s about all I have to say about it.”

“Did you see her the night of her murder?” Dale asked.

“Are you asking me if I had anything to do with her death?” Bobby Boone asked as he leaned in aggressively.

“In a fashion, yes.”

“Well, I don’t know nothing about her murder,” Bobby said, as he slammed a dollar on the table and walked away from the FBI agent.

Re: Vegas Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1a)

[(Anonymous)]

Initial impressions?

1. Cass is Audrey Horne? Hah.

2. I -really- wonder what's going to happen when Boone runs into "Maddy Ferguson."