Post by Endicott on May 5, 2014 10:34:34 GMT -5
The time to reclaim what was his was drawing neigh; at least Endicott felt that it was. Moriarty's Saloon wasn't exactly bustling tonight, but he had a feeling that somebody would show up this time. Hell, everyone in Megaton and Rivet City must've heard of him by now; you could hardly miss him going to every bar, hotel and market, preaching about how he'd take back what was rightfully his his with help, and that whomever helped him would benefit greatly from it. This was mostly a false promise, since he was only offering a tidy sum of caps as opposed to some Vault-Tec tech like people might hope for, but deep down people believed him a little; they were just afraid that they'd look crazy too if they joined him. They didn't realise that a nation of people were depending on him at this very moment...
"Gob, fetch me another Nuka-Cola would you? A quantum would be nice.", Endicott uttered
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you want... (under his breath) prick..."
Without haste, he sipped a generous sip from the glowing purple fluid and immediately sounded refreshed. Time was flying by; it must've been at least 7PM by now, but there was still time; still some form of hope. He kept looking around, but there were only barflies and drunkards. Someone would come through that door soon; they had to... and while he waited, Endicott sipped at his drink until there only one sips-worth left. With a sordid grin on his face, he downed the last drop and whispered to himself a phrase he had once come across in the lines of an old book, while peering through the bottom of similar Nuka-Bottle not too long ago:
"Vive la révolution..."
"Gob, fetch me another Nuka-Cola would you? A quantum would be nice.", Endicott uttered
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you want... (under his breath) prick..."
Without haste, he sipped a generous sip from the glowing purple fluid and immediately sounded refreshed. Time was flying by; it must've been at least 7PM by now, but there was still time; still some form of hope. He kept looking around, but there were only barflies and drunkards. Someone would come through that door soon; they had to... and while he waited, Endicott sipped at his drink until there only one sips-worth left. With a sordid grin on his face, he downed the last drop and whispered to himself a phrase he had once come across in the lines of an old book, while peering through the bottom of similar Nuka-Bottle not too long ago:
"Vive la révolution..."
