8:39 AM
The woman I woke up with this morning looks just like she crawled into bed from straight out of the grave she's been rotting in for the last twenty years. Not that anything around here looks much better, actually, and here I thought I had already seen the shittiest of shitholes. Beatrix, the woman who looks dead and isn't, tells me I've been a bouncer here for years and that I probably did too much jet last night or I'd definitely remember what a great time she showed me. Nice lady, other than being the most hideous, fucking delusional thing I've ever seen. Ain't gonna be winning any singing competitions, either, having a voice like sandpaper the way she does. She's what you call a ghoul, according to her, something about heavy radiation. Too early for me to make any sense of it beyond that.
So here we are, Beatrix the whore ghoul and me, sitting at the bar at 8 in the goddamned morning with Thor, his hammer, and some glowing soda we probably shouldn't be drinking and I'm starting to wonder more about what this jet shit is because it sounds a hell of a lot like something I might not mind getting my hands on sometime soon but Beatrix says I'll need caps for that. Fucking bottlecaps is what they want, how the hell does that even work? And she looked at me like I was the crazy one. Christ, this place. Has anyone been by the Mandalay?
Laura
Shep
So here we are, Beatrix the whore ghoul and me, sitting at the bar at 8 in the goddamned morning with Thor, his hammer, and some glowing soda we probably shouldn't be drinking and I'm starting to wonder more about what this jet shit is because it sounds a hell of a lot like something I might not mind getting my hands on sometime soon but Beatrix says I'll need caps for that. Fucking bottlecaps is what they want, how the hell does that even work? And she looked at me like I was the crazy one. Christ, this place. Has anyone been by the Mandalay?
Laura
Where are you?
Shep
Where are you?