| Okay - i know - it's been forever -- but i had this other story that just popped into my head and had to write it - and i had 5 days vacation from work (which is when the story decided to begin) - and just before that i had this mad rush of crap to do so there wouldn't be a huge mess when i got back, so there was no room in my brain for impromtu fic --- however, have no fear -- it's Friday here! and that means - i'm gonna slack at work and write this thing instead! bwahahahahahahaha -- just don't tell my boss!
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The Skum Pit
Jack and Ian, followed by Dogmeat (yes, that's really the dog's name in the game) make their way to a shabby building proclaiming itself the "Skum Pitt".
"This must be the place," Jack stated, quirking an eyebrow at the shack.
"The drinks are bad, but the company's worse," Ian said, blandly.
"Great." Jack entered the building and strolled to the bar, having spotted the proprietor of the drinking establishment. "Hey, how's it going?"
"What can I get you?"
"A beer."
The bartender handed Jack a beer and gladly took his money.
Jack noticed an odd implement at the end of the bar. "Hey, what's in the vase?"
"It's not a vase. It's an urn. It's the ashes of my dear departed wife," the bartender replied, sadly.
"Oh. Sorry to hear about that."
Then a fight started off to Jack's left. A man and woman were yelling at each other. He heard the woman yell 'Oh, Saul,' then run crying into the corner.
"What's that all about?" Jack asked Ian.
Ian shrugged. "Don't know."
Jack scratched his head and wandered over to talk to the woman. He learned about Saul - her boyfriend - who is a boxer. She doesn't like that he's a boxer, but thinks he won't listen to her.
"Hey, tell ya what, I'll see what I can do," Jack suggested, patting her shoulder.
"You would do that?" she asked.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Thanks."
Jack nodded, then made his way back over to Ian and Dogmeat.
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