Fallout: Cassie

You're wandering the post-nuclear wasteland in search of a man by the alias of "A.M." You have it on good authority that he is in the business of holding answers, and you've got a gallon of questions.

Your travels bring you to an old, run down gas station reformed into a shanty bar. Deciding to catch a drink, you seat yourself at one of its rugged stools as you await some service. The sound of the desert winds whips by to fill the silence. It seems as though only two people in the world are thirsty enough to stop at this shit hole. You...and a mysterious cowgirl approaching from the west.

Cassie: "Well I'll be damned, didn't know they served drinks out here in the middle of nowhere."