This is a series of one shots from Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, and Fallout 4. I do not own any of the characters, of course.
All One Shots are in alphabetical order for your convenience.
Anything with an ➵ and a title has been reread, and (hopeful...
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I entered Moriarty's for the first time in years. I didn't recognize the new staff, but that was fine. Walking in, I saw a 'young' ghoul at the cash register and a prostitute in the corner. I approached the bar, seeing a man with an eyepatch. I smiled politely to the ghoul as you entered, and he gave a nod in return. Going to the bar, I asked what they were serving. He raised his brows, "What? Not gonna scream? Not even a sarcastic comment or two? That's what I'm livin' for at this point."
I chuckled a little, "You used to that kinda crap?"
He gave me a look, and held a hand out, "Look at this place, and ask me that again."
I chuckled, and asked him again what they were serving. After a minute, I decided on beer, and sat down, Mortiarty exited a back room. He saw you, and held out his arms, "Aye! I got yer mum's letter! 'Appy to see ya, ya young popper!" He enveloped you in a hug, and you smiled. I was to stay in Megaton with my uncle for a while so my mom could try to kick her chem habit. I was pretty sure she just wanted to be rid of me, and that was perfectly fine as well. He showed me my room, then left to 'take care of some buisness'. I sat back at the bar, and the ghoul from earlier approached me, clearly more nervous than before, "You, uh... know Moriarty, then?"
I chuckled, "I hope so. Old coot is my uncle."
The ghoul seemed to think for a moment, and shook his head, yanking a rag from his back pocket. He returned to my gaze, "So, how long you think you'll be around?"
I shrugged a shoulder, "Not really sure I have a definite answer. Maybe just until I feel like leaving... How long you been working here?"
He chuckled sadly, "Working or slaving? I've never worked here a day in my life. I have, however, been a slave for eight going on nine years."
I nearly choked, "Holy shit! Is there a contract involved or something?"
He nodded, "Yeah, it's alright though... I make enough caps to pay for rent, then I'm broke, then I get a small paycheck. Circle of buisness, I guess. What about you? You got a job?"
"Was a mercenary for a while, helping out some kids at Little Lamplight. Guess my conscience caught up with me." I looked around quietly, watching the patrons. A girl with a messy blonde ponytail was writing a letter, there was the man at the bar with the eyepatch, and in another corner, there was the prostitute, surrounding by nearly four guys. You looked to your new friend, "You ever thought of going into prostitution?"
He scoffed, "Look at me. You really think someone would pay to get it on with a ghoul?"
You shrugged, "I mean, I don't really mind."
The ghoul blushed and looked away, "Change of subject... Can I get your name?"
I told him my name, and he told me his in return. The two of us talked for an insane amount of time, and I found out he was actually from the Underworld. I asked if he was prewar, and he sort of got quiet and said he didn't really remember most of his life before he became a ghoul. Something tragic happened, and he woke up with a woman named Carol who just took care of him ever since. He left trying to find something more to life, but ended up here, of all places. He looked down, he'd been 'cleaning' the same spot on the bar for the past hour, "You... seriously don't mind me being a ghoul?"
"I mean... you're a person, and that's what matters. You're more human than almost everyone I've met, so yeah, I don't mind."
He grinned, "Then I should take you up on that prostitution offer, yeah?"
You chuckled, "I said you should go into prostitution."
