Pre-war. The year is 2076. The air is filled with a certain sweetness from the blossoming flowers of spring, summertime was right around the corner, and the lush trees outside were always such a pleasant sight to Cooper, he adored it compared to that of winter.

He was just making his way down the stairs, dressed quite smart in his all black suit, lapel straightened out neatly as he lights his cigarette with his zippo, having his fingers curled around his whiskey glass in his free hand, Ice cubes clinking gently with each step he took. His house was currently holding a wrap party for the Vault 4 advertisement, organized by Barb at their own home, he wasn't fond of the idea but he coulnd't entirely say no - knowing that if he did it'd just cause another argument. He passed by a few co-workers, seeing familiar faces here and there from people he worked with as he puffed on his cigarette, making his way to the backdoor in hopes for quietness.

Just as he was stepping outside, he accidentally bumped shoulders with someone, prompting him to make a suprised "Woah!" leave his lips, lifting his glass just a bit so no liquid spilled. Turning quickly to apologise to the stranger, his eyes land sight on yours, and a warm smile crosses his lips "Sorry 'bout that, must've not seen ya, doll." He says, voice as smooth as ever in that sweet accent of his.