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13.11% Steel Waste / Chapter 93: 98 bottles on the wall

章節 93: 98 bottles on the wall

Finally, the duo reached the foot on the statue, the outpost was... Not exactly what Afton was expecting. On the right were pens which held many pack-brahmin, presumably for the traders that were stopping here. On the left was a relatively large building with NCR troops protecting it. He could even spot a sniper sitting on the roof, he felt as if he could see the woman giving him the stink-eye through her shades...

A man with heavily tanned skin, black hair and a large beard walked up to them, he wore the typical NCR soldier uniform and held a service rifle in his arms. "You two... Wouldn't happen to be those former-Ganger mercs Lieutenant Hayes has been radioing about?"

Karl raised a brow, "That what he been calling us? Former-Ganger Mercs?"

The soldier shrugs, "Not exactly, rumour of you two has been on everyone's mind lately. Not much goes on here so its something to keep them occupied... I'll warn you though, some don't take too kindly to raiders, caravaners especially. Name's Sgt Kilborn by the by.

"Karl."

"Afton." they both state before the latter continues, "Whaddya mean nothing going on here? Surely you've got a lot on your plate with the Legion and the huge colony of ants down the road?" he questions.

Sgt Kilborn sighs, "Its because of those damn insects that nothing's been going on. Place is locked up and no caravans can come through until it gets cleaned up. We lack the men and the equipment to get rid of them, so we're just stuck waiting for reinforcements for McCarren."

"And the Legion? They'd like to stop you bringing in supplies from California right?" Afton asks.

"Legion wouldn't dare delve so deeply into NCR territory, even if they did, we'd hear about it long before they got here..." the soldier says, but his words trail off as his eyes seem to lock onto something in the distance...

The duo turn and spots black smoke beginning to rise from a nearby town...

Karl snorts, "Looks like you won't be bored much longer Sargeant." he says before patting him on the shoulder and walking past.

Afton nods at the Sargeant and whispers thanks before following Karl. The duo doesn't immediately enter the building, instead, looking towards the rather miserable-looking traders.

He seems relatively experienced in bartering as he sells all the weaponry they had to them. He made sure to involve two traders in order to keep the prices good for them. In the end, they came out with around 600 caps which they split. Afton now had around 1900 caps, and Karl had a similar amount.

Afton glanced to Karl as they headed towards the Barracks, "You owe me some drinks."

Karl shrugs, "Whatever you say. I just wanna drink and rest for the day... Tomorrow we can take a job and get moving again."

"Yeah, my feet are aching so no complaints here." Afton says as he pushes open the door. Almost everyone sitting at the bar turn towards the duo, seemingly recognising them.

They sit and Karl immediately orders a bottle of Tequila and two shot glasses. The barman called Lacey shrugs and slides the glasses in front of them and places the bottle down as caps hit the table.

"How're you at drinkin' son?" Karl asks, quickly filling both their glasses up.

"Er... I haven't 'drank' in a while if that's what you mean." Afton says, he'd almost entirely stayed away from alcohol while he was with the Powder Gangers. And the Brotherhood of Steel didn't allow you to drink unless it was a special occasion... Or if a commanding officer bent the rules a little like his father had.

"Hmph, we'll see if you're a lightweight of not then." he says, clinking their glasses together and downing the Tequila before refilling it.

Afton breathes a sigh before downing his own, almost coughing at the strong drink. It had literally been almost twenty years since he'd had Tequila, and he remembered why he hated it. Karl filled his glass up again and he felt like they wouldn't finish until the bottle was empty.

He was about to down another shot when he caught sight of a woman glaring daggers at him. It was a woman in her late twenties or early thirties from what he could tell, brown hair, blue eyes, and a freckled face. She wore a straw hat, a leather jacket over a white and pink checker-shirt. One thing that caught his eyes though was the Tribal-looking necklace hung around her neck.

"Looking for trouble kid?" she growls at him, swirling her glass of what looked like whisky.

Afton shook his head, not wanting to get into a barfight as soon as they got in... It wouldn't endear anyone to them, something they didn't need as most apparently knew their past in the Powder Gangers. "No, my bad." he says turning away and downing his drink.

The duo kept drinking, after the tenth or so shot Karl began telling stories of his encounters with the Legion, not bothering to care about the NCR soldiers and caravaners listening in as well. He even showed Afton the deep scars on his stomach and chest from a time he and his friends had been captured and subsequently tortured.

It wasn't just them getting completely shit-face though, the woman who'd been glaring at them the whole day was on her eighth glass of whisky. Her face and cheeks were flushed red and her eyes were drooping.

A couple more drinks and Karl had begun singing some old Californian folk songs, some of the bar singing along with him. Afton listened and start badly trying to sing as well, but his drunken state and poor knowledge of the songs had him just shouting gibberish.

Some of the soldiers who were still on duty scowled at the drunken group, but decided not to intervene... The place was boring enough as it is, at least this livened it up slightly.


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章節 94: Whisky Rose has thorns

It'd gotten to the point where Afton had begun seeing double, he and Karl had made a bet earlier to see who could drink the most, and he'd begun counting each drink as two... Was it cheating? Yep... Did Afton have any idea what was happening anymore? Nope.

He gave a bright smile and clinked yet another shot of Tequila with an NCR soldier, he caught sight of the woman drinking whisky again... Unfortunately, this time she'd had enough liquid courage to march over to him... She stumbled slightly due to how inebriated she was, but she made it over to him eventually.

"Fuckin' raider piece of shit." she growled at him.

"Lady I've done nothing to you, just sit back where you came from." Afton said, taking another shot.

"Done nothin' to me? You're the reason I'm stuck in this shit-hole!" she exclaims, pushing him in an attempt to knock him off of the stool.

[Stonewall is in effect]

The stool collapses and the leg breaks but Afton somehow threw his feet underneath him, regaining his footing. He looks down at his feet for a moment in confusion before glancing back at the woman, spotting that she too was confused about what'd just happened.

"Why don't you back off? I'm not one to hit a woman." he slurs.

Karl just watches the two and laughs at them, "Is this your way of picking up women kid? Hahe! Go on son, go get 'er!" he says, the surrounding NCR soldiers joining him in encouraging Afton.

"Ain't one to hit a woman? That's great, cuz I'm fine with hittin' you!" the woman shouts, punching Afton in the face.

[Stonewall is in effect]

Afton would've fallen to the floor after being hit by the surprisingly strong woman, but somehow was still standing. He touched his face and realised his nose was bleeding. "Bitch, you do that again I'm gonna beat your ass-"

*Bap, Bap, Puchi!*

She follows up by punching him twice in the stomach and giving a roundhouse punch to his cheek. Spittle flies out of his mouth as his head in wrenched to the side by the hit, he'd had about enough of this cunt punching him though.

Gritting his teeth he turned towards her and grabbed her shoulders, giving the hardest headbutt he could manage. He was targeting her nose but misses and ends up slamming their forehead together, the woman stumbling backwards, clearly disorientated.

By now the duo had been encircled by the drunken crowd, each already betting on the winner. Most bet on the woman as they'd seen her beat down bigger men than Afton before, though, everyone shouted for both to beat the other.

Afton follows the headbutt by giving a straight punch straight to the woman's face. The blow was relatively weak due to his drunken footwork, but had more force than expected. Her head cranks upwards and she almost falls to the floor from it.

"Think I'll lose to you Powder Ganger? Fuck no!" she regains her footing and launches a flurry of punches at him. Each hits vulnerable areas such as his ribs, stomach, liver, neck, and face. But his [Stonewall] and [Toughness] Perks prevent him from being knocked out completely. Not to mention his previous experience with getting hit by Veronica.

One last punch sent to his stomach makes him feel like he's going to vomit up all the Tequila he'd just drank, bu he swallows the bile down and picks the woman up. She struggles to escape his grip as he lifts her over his head and brings her down on a table, breaking it in half.

"OOOOOHHHH MY GOD!" someone in the crowd shouts excitedly.

"WHAT, IN THE HE-ELLL IS GOIN' ON HERE?!?" A voice suddenly causes the crowd to go completely silent. Afton steps away from the broken table as the woman slowly gets up, gripping her side in pain. They both turn towards the new arrival and spot a Ranger with a handlebar moustache, sunglasses, and cowboy hat glaring at them with crossed-arms.

"Er... Wanted to see how strong the table was..." Afton replies, his slurring words failing to convince the man.

"Yeah... It's nothin' Jackson, just getting a little too rowdy..." The woman says.

...

Ranger Jackson looks towards Lacey inquiringly.

Lacey just shrugs, "Nothing to see here, they're just winding down for the night... Offered to pay for the table too."

Jackson sighs, it felt like no one even cared that he was the Senior officer of this outpost. Regardless it was good that he wouldn't need to discipline anyone, or remove them from the outpost. "You all cut the shit and quieten down then. The whole fuckin' outpost can hear yah!... And no more brawlin'! Cass, if I see you throw another punch in this here Barracks I will through you in the pens with the Brahmin!" he shouts.

The woman nods and the Ranger eventually leaves. She grabs the stool she was sitting on earlier and pulls it next to Afton's. He himself having to find another seat due to his previous one missing a leg.

He glances at her while rubbing his bruised face, "You want another round or something?"

She shakes her head, "You're a good fighter, most can't take me when the drink gets me going. I'm impressed."

Karl chuckles, downing the N'th shot of Tequila... How many had he drunk already? "I'll bet the kid can take you any place he wants girl."

Afton raises a brow and swipes the bottle of Tequila from the man, "Karl, since when did drinking turn you into a perverted old man?" he asks in exasperation, he was drunk, but not drunk enough to ignore the weird way he was acting.

"Since always, that's the Ranger way son, get drunk, fuck, sleep, and get back to work again." he says, attempting to take another shot but forgetting that Afton had swiped the Tequila. "Gimme that back."

Afton shakes his head, "You've had enough."

...

...

"Fine. But you're paying for drinks next time, burnt a damn hole in my pocket." he says, getting up and paying for a bed in the Barracks to sleep in.


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