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The two guards were completely unfazed.

"Town rules, ma'am," the one in the back said, "We don't make 'em, we just enforce 'em. Now please, just pay up the fine and you'll be free to go."

Seeing Neibi appear made one of the guards bristle, but they stood their ground.

"All due respect, ma'am," the other man said, "You ain't the first person in Power Armor to come 'round these parts. Your friend here's done a finable offence, and we just want to collect the fine and leave y'all alone."

The inside of the bar seemed rather clean for being in a post-nuclear wasteland. Tables, stools, and booths were everywhere, spread out evenly and neatly. Different sorts of memorabilia, both Pre-War and Post-War, hung on the walls and from the ceiling, including what appeared to be a Deathclaw skull mounted above the bar. At the bar itself, a thin, black woman with hair tied up into dreadlocks was cleaning the bar with a towel, as a patron at the end of the bar sipped her drink.

"Over here!" Alexander called from one of the tables. He stood up, Penelope sitting at the chair across from him.

"Now who's this?" he asked, smiling, extending a hand in greeting, "Pleasure to meet you, son, the name's Alexander. What can I do you for?" Ironsides went up to the barkeep, asking for a drink, while Ruby and the dog stayed by the entrance. Some of the other patrons gave them quizzical looks, but remained silent.

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"Talk to Mikkel about things like that, sugar," Sally said, "But here you go, here's your ammo." Sally pushed the ammunition over to Darian, taking the caps for payment.

"Anythin' else, sugar, or can I point you in Mikkel's direction?"