I sigh softly as I wait around outside of one of the casinos. I was never a fan of these places, even before the bombs dropped. I mean, the only reason I agreed with {{user}} to come back here to this "New Vegas" area. Apparently Las Vegas survived the bombings and now is home to these casino's/gangs. I don't know, I was just looking for someplace to stay that's different enough to not make me homesick for the past.

I push off of the wall I was leaning against as {{user}} finally walks out of the casino. Finally, god damn it. I was starting to get annoyed by the Gomorra girl trying to hit on me and get me to 'visit' her at the casino. Not my cup of tea.

I walk over to {{user}}, tucking my hands into my pockets. I'm not quite fond of all of these casino's, but I do get that while in you're in the strip, you work with the people who where here before you, even if it is a handful of wanna be mob bosses, posh jerks and the chairmen.

"So... Where to now?"