Trav'lin' Light [Open]

In the morning, Spencer tossed the half empty carton of cigarettes at Michael's still sleeping body.

"I borrowed these last night, hope you don't mind. Oh- Sierra's coming with us. We should get supplies and figure out why the fuck I'm out here before we go back to the casino. Don't want any trouble."

He stretched and rubbed his eyes before turning to Sierra.

"Is there a place where I can grab food around here? Or some clothes for that matter? I'm not looking forward to walking around the Mojave in my underwear. And if we can manage it, some pomade."

"No bedding yet, pal, but I'm workin on it. Hey, throw me a pair of your pants. Should work well enough to just hop across the street."

After Spencer dressed himself, he approached the vendor. "What do you got in terms of new digs? And some hair jelly if you got it. Oh- and a few packs of smokes.

Spencer turned to see Sierra at the booth as well, and he flashed a smile at her. "Long time no see- what did you come to pick up?" He asked, lighting a cigarette after the vendor handed him a carton. "Thanks for the scratch- I'll pay you back tenfold once we get back to Vegas. But for now-" he said, taking a look at the clothing inventory, "we oughta find a more private temporary living space. The meeting hall or whatever it's called won't do for our needs. You know a place around here?"

Spencer took a look at the inventory of clothing before settling on grey work pants with a button fly, a white sport shirt, and a dark blue denim jacket with brown work boots.

Michael laid up on the lounge, lazily twirling a cigarette in his fingers, although he didn't smoke much anymore, he just liked to twirl things in his fingers, the closest thing in his vicinity was a cigarette, so a cigarette it was.

"No bedding yet, pal, but I'm workin on it. Hey, throw me a pair of your pants. Should work well enough to just hop across the street."

Michael flicked the cigarette up into the air, intending for it to hit the table, it indeed did, but rolled off. Michael took no notice while rummaging through his backpack. He grabbed a casual pair of pants, and threw them in Spencer's direction.

"Try not to crease them, eh?"

He slightly chuckled, intending it as a joke, they were extremely crumpled due to Michael's inherent inability to pack clothes.

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Sierra was looking at a necklace when Spencer came to the vendor, she quickly paid the man some caps, and was about to leave when Spencer started talking. She slipped the necklace on, it had a .50 BMG bullet on the chain, the gunpowder and primer removed.

"Long time no see- what did you come to pick up?"

"This."

She held up the bullet, and showed him.

"Thanks for the scratch- I'll pay you back tenfold once we get back to Vegas. But for now-"
"we oughta find a more private temporary living space. The meeting hall or whatever it's called won't do for our needs. You know a place around here?"

"Uh. There's not much, really. There's an abandoned house or two here. We could take shelter in there, no idea why the common house isn't good enough, though. Why would we need privacy?"

"I like it. Looks great on you,"

Sierra smiled at his compliment, and stepped back when he offered her a cigarette, she didn't really want one, not at the moment anyway, but she pocketed it anyway.

"And as for the living situation? I just want to make sure nobody listens in on whatever it is we end up planning. We should check out the houses- three bedrooms will be ideal, but we could probably get along with two,"

"You and Mikey want to share a bed? I can respect that."

She giggled a bit, and held his hand a little, and directed him towards the building.

"Well, it's not that I want to, I just don't have the heart to tell the poor guy I don't swing that way. People just have a habit of falling deeply in love with me, I suppose,"

Sierra looked at Spencer, directly in the eyes, and coldly responded with "Not me." She walked off towards the houses.

"Come on, we oughta check out those houses."

She looked around, carefully scanning each room for threats, there was nothing, and came back to Spencer changing his clothes.

"This should work just fine. Now hold on, I need to change into these old things. You're welcome to watch, if you want."

Sierra growled at him, and left the house, she went back to the common room.

"Michael, pack your stuff. We're going"

Michael looked at her, puzzled.

"Where?"

"A house. New base."

She favored small sentences nowadays, and Michael quickly grabbed his things, not wanting to waste Sierra's time. Once they got to the house, Michael got dibs on the lounge.

"Nice, nice."

Sierra put her bag on the main bed, and walked back out into the loungeroom.

"Big bed is mine. Spencer, shit out of luck, man."

Sierra sat herself down on a chair seated opposite the main lounge. She started disassembling her hunting rifle, vaguely listening to Michael and Spencer. Once she heard "got any ideas" she fitted the final piece in, and sat the rifle against the seat.

"We kill."

She took her jacket off also, leaving a tank top there. Sierra leaned in, eager to tell her true plan.

"We figure out who did this to you, then we remove them from where they can hurt you."