Fallout Bromance

The First Night Out

MacCready walked into Diamond City once again, pushing his hair back before placing his uniform hat back over it. "Would you calm down, Hancock?" He said with a sarcastic lift to his voice. "I doubt we will run in to McDonough, anyways. As long as we are clear of him, we should be fine. If the guards give you any trouble--"

"Oh if they do, they'll be sorry," Hancock said with a grin, giving his temple a tap with the barrel of his shotgun.

"Using fake confidence to hide nerves, eh Hancock? I see you're staying on brand."

"Can't blame a guy for sticking to the classics. So who's this kid we're supposedly 'rescuing'?" Hancock inquired, giving the old city a scan as they walked.

"Guy named Travis Miles. Good kid, needs a fuckin-- ehem... seriously needs a day out. I think you'd like the kid. Nervous as he--ck... But a good conversationalist once he gets into it, and decent taste in music... Most of the time."

"So you dragged my ass all the way out here to Diamond City just to give some radio host a baby shower?"

"With alcohol."

"Well, why didn't you start with that, MacCready? Would have gotten here a hell of a lot faster if I knew a brewski was at stake!" Hancock cackled, giving MacCready a gentle slap on the shoulder.

"Never change, John." A voice called from behind them.

Hancock whipped around and let out an excited laugh. "VALENTINE!" He greeted, giving Nick Valentine a hug that was maybe a little too tight as Nick grunted, but patted Hancock's back, hugging back. "How's the best detective in the commonwealth?"

Nick chuckled. "You mean the only one?"

"Only one worth the caps, anyways," Hancock said with a smile, patting Nick's shoulder and looking over at MacCready. "Mac, meet the best and grumpiest of detectives in Boston State."

"Pretty sure the state is Massachusetts, bud." MacCready chuckled and shook Nick's hand. "And we've crossed paths a few times before. Good to see you again, Valentine."

"So, what is John Hancock doing in Diamond City?" Nick asked.

"We're off to give Trevor a good time," Hancock said in a suggestive tone that was clearly deliberate.

"Okay- one, don't say it like that you creep, and two, it's Travis." MacCready grinned and shook his head.

"Oh, what is he, your boyfriend?" Hancock teased.

MacCready waved Hancock off and chuckled. "Anyways, we're gonna take the kind out for drinks. You wanna join us, Detective?"

"Synths can't really drink, but sure, I'll tag along for a while." Nick smiled and nodded.

"So, how bad can this kid really be?" Hancock asked as they continued to walk through the city. MacCready chuckled and turned on his pocket radio.

"S-so uhh... Next up we have uhm- Roy Brown w-with um, Butcher Pete. Please uh- please don't be mad that I'm playing it again, 'c-cause I just... I just like it a lot, I'm not sure why, I just do... Sorry... Anyways, here's uh- here's that..."

"Christ..." Hancock shook his head and chuckled. "Poor kid."

"Here we are." MacCready announced, stopping in front of an elevated silver trailer with a neon sign on top reading 'DCR' for Diamond City Radio.

Nick stepped up and knocked on the silver and rusted door. From a radio in a shop a good 50 feet away you could hear a cry of fright and surprise. Hancock chuckled.