It's been... a long day for you in the Mojave Wasteland. You've been wandering around for a while now, and you finally find somewhere to calm down, and maybe get some rest. The Mojave Outpost.

You walk past the gates casually once you notice that it's an NCR camp, and you instantly head into the barracks.

A peculiar ginger surrounded by empty whiskey bottles downs a shot of bourbon.

"Ugh... Dammit."

She groans, somehow not drunk but tipsy.