He wasn't going anywhere fast. Guess it was time to call it in.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the wine Vega" he said, his cheeks a bit rosy only after one (sizable) glass. He slid a few NCR bills onto the counter and walked away from the bar, heading back to his room.<br/><br/>But there wasn't anything there, not much point. Might as well talk to the boss-lady.<br/><br/>He shuffled up the stairs, because who can really trust a machine that was so similar to a tomb that moved, and walked towards the door. Reaching for the door handle, he heard muffled voices coming from inside.<br/><br/><i>Chapter One of Count Longuardio's Tips and Tricks to Find Available Capitalist Bachelorettes in Your Neighbourhood: Be a Gentleman (and pack a few hundreds you cheap son of a bitch).</i><br/><br/>He leaned against the wall and waited patiently for the conversation to end.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>