The Inn at The Crossways

[Vault Boy]

The Inn and Saloon in the town of Crossways. This is were travellers stay during their visit, provided they have the Money.

Staying One Night(Food and Drinks Included): 15 Caps or equal trade.




((OOC: When the Game Begins, this is were Sammy, Vincent will start out.))

[Vault Boy]

The bar is full of people; All kinds, from Mercs to Commoners, Traders to Scavengers, and even a Ghoul in the back.

A pretty waitress, who's about 30 and well endowed, delivers food and drink to customers while the bartender, a stout man with a big mustache that's as brown as the liquor, wipes up the counter, occasionally serving someone at the bar.

An old jukebox belts out a tune that is unfamiliar to many new arrivals,

"There must be some kind of way outta here,

Said the joker to a thief,

There's too much Confusion,

I can't get no relief.


Businessmen, They drink my wine.

Plowmen dig my earth,

None of them along the line,

Know any of it's worth."

[Sammy]

Sammy sat in a corner table, with her back against a wall, where she could see those who came through the door, as well as those who came out from behind the kitchen or bar area. The 9mm hung from the makeshift single point sling, dangling at her hip, while she examined the water in her small cup she had in front of her. It would be rude, she decided, to take the geiger out and scan it, but at the same time, could you ever really trust the food and drink you got in these places?

[Vault Boy]

The buxom waitress, after serving a couple of rugged looking men, notices Sam's examination of her water.

"Everything alright Shug? Ya been starin at your drink for quite a while now, aincha thirsty?"

[Sammy]

"No, I'm alright thank you," She said, "Just got to thinking is all. You all seem busy, what's going on in town to draw so many folks?"

[Vault Boy]

"In town? Nothin. Everybody's jus passin through on their way South."

Glancing at some of the Mercs,

"Course, it's attracted their kind here too, damn vultures. Most of em ain't been south of the border, but somehow they're tellin folks they know the lay of the land."

[Sammy]

Sammy looked the mercenaries, trying to see if they had any unit designation or other identifying marks.

"Which direction they telling people to go?" Sammy asked curiously.

[Vault Boy]

(PER) As far as Sam can tell, they are run of the mill Mercs, not dressed unlike herself.

"South." The waitress says humorlessly.

"They get away with it too, considering no once ever comes back asking for a refund."

[Sammy]

Sammy shrugged, "How would you go then?" she asked, "If you don't mind me asking."

[Vault Boy]

"I wouldn't go. Ain't nothin down there that ain't up here."

Leaning on a wall,

"But what's a little thang like YOU doin down here shug?"

[Sammy]

"Just looking to make my way," Sammy replied, "I do some salvage, and such, so if you've heard about anything like that I'd be awful appreciative," she said.

Sammy drank a small sip of the water.

[Vault Boy]

"As hun, I ain't the one to ask about any of that business."

Nodding to the bartender,

"If anybody'd know bout that stuff, it'd be Sid up there. He catches pretty much everything that blows through here."

[Sammy]

"Oh, who to ask is as good as knowing yourself," Sammy replied, "So much appreciated." Sammy well knowing paid for her water, and offered another another 3 caps for tip. "Thank you much."

[Vault Boy]

"Nah, thank you shug. Tell Sid Beth sent ya, that should loosen him up a bit." She say, happy for the tip.

She then walked off to wait on other patrons, smiling.


(+5 Karma)

[Sammy]

Sammy stood, straightened the white wifebeater t-shirt she was wearing, slung her back over her left shoulder, and approached the counter.

"Hey Sid," She said as she approached, offering her best smile, "Beth said to come by and talk to you cause I had some questions about the area."