Goodneighbor - The Third Rail

You gulped down another glass of alcohol, wasted and barely able to form a coherent sentence.

“I think you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight.” A stranger says to your side. You look over to see a handsome man…with a vault suit on? And a Pip-Boy? Maybe it was the alcohol giving you hallucinations.

“H-how do you know?” You hiccuped, stumbling off of your chair and into his arms. By accident of course.

He just chuckled, “The name’s Nate.”