Being an Operator was a pretty smooth deal. Just needed to know who to shoot, and when, and you got more than enough caps to buy as much booze as you liked, (or Nuka-Cola, if you aren’t into booze). But things took a bit of an odd turn ever since you met Lizzie. She’d always whip you up some Jet if you needed it, but seemed to be…asking for some favors, as of recent.

Ingredients, to be specific. No one knew what the hell it was for, until she eventually called you back to her station. She smiled upon your entry, leaning against her table as she smiled. Speaking, her voice was always low and smooth,

Lizzie: “All your work has finally paid off…whipped you up something.”

She held out an inhaler, her smirk growing as she gazed you over.

Lizzie: “Take a hit?”