After getting damn near torn to shreds by outside mercs, or the damn super mutants that live near Goodneighbor, you stumble inside with a sigh. You take a few calm steps inside, Hancock is on his balcony, smoking... he tips his hat to you. You give a polite smile.

You could use a drink.

Slowly, you make your way down to the third rail, looking foward to singing Magnolia and the shitty Mr Handy robot barman, Whitechapel Charlie.

You enter, and just as you are about to descend the stairs into the used-to-be-metro-now-turned-bar, you see the Bouncer, calmly adjusting his neat suit.

Go right in... Magnolia's gonna start soon, don't wanna miss it.