To say that Antonio bounced back from having a bullet taken out of his leg was an understatement, plain and simple. Seconds after the doctor had removed the piece of metal and patched up the hole, he had left the table and was gingerly starting to put weight on his leg. At first the pain was like a hay-maker to the jaw. Each forced push against his leg made the pain grow and grow until it started to recede, like the tide.<br/><br/>"<i>Hey Doc, once your done with Tony, Boss wants you to meet up with D before she meets with the Project... apparently, he brought back a gang of people with him and she wants them checked over for Rad-sickness before she meets up with them. Can you handle? Tony, you can come with, she's decided she wants to meet with you personally too.</i>"<br/><br/>Oh the mysterious Fanya. He'd heard the name so many times. Each time it was said with a strange reverence. When he first started to take his jobs with the woman, he was curious. He wanted to see her face, see what she was. It ate at him at first, he plotted on multiple occasions to simply barge into her office, if only to catch a glimpse of his employer. In time though, this also recceded into the depths of his self. The curiosity was replaced with acceptance, that he would probably never see her. To say he was excited to see his employer now would only be a half-lie. He was excited, somewhere deep down in the murkiness of his subconscious but outwardly, he didn't care much for it.<br/><br/>He gave a look at the doctor and wordlessly nodded his forward in thanks. He'd seen the man on many occasions already but never for an actual bullet wound. He reached a hand down and patted Louie on the head before leaving the ER. He needed a drink. Now.<br/><br/>The Gomorrah was honestly his favorite place in all of New Vegas. Ever since he had started working for Fanya, the drinks were free and the company was cheaper and just the slightest bit friendlier. He had made friendly with all of the bartenders, his manners a rarity in this world.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">The usual, Vega.</span>"<br/><br/>The bartender nodded before reaching under the bar and pulling an unmarked bottle out. He handed it over to Tony before getting back to another customer. Louie whimpered up at him. Tony looked into the dogs eyes, and seemed to know what he wanted. As if he felt his companion's longing for food as well. Tony let out a loud whistle and the bartender reappeared. Ten caps clinked on the table and were taken away by the bartender's hand. A piece of meat on a smudged plate took its place. Louie's tail wagged excitedly as Tony dropped the meat on the floor. The hungry mutt made quick work of the meat while Tony opened his bottle. It reeked of alcohol. Most men would have gagged at it, but this smell usually marked quiet nights in his room for Black Tony. He took a large swig of it, the burning in his throat a relief, and let out a large sigh.<br/><br/>Vega glanced at him with a knowing smile as a new bartender stared at him in shock. "<i>I can smell that shit from here man. What the fuck didja give him?</i>", he whispered loudly. "That is a very special drink. You see that guy over there drinks alcohol like it's water. Most of the crap we have just wasn't enough for him, each night he'd take a shit-ton of bottles from us and in the morning they'd be empty and he'd be perkier than a cannibal in a graveyard. Eventually we just started to mix the strongest stuff we got, just to try and knock him down a peg. We accidentally made him something he liked so now instead of losing a bunch'a bottles a night, we only got to lose one. It don't really got a name officially but we just call it the Black Brew."<br/><br/>With only a couple of sips, Tony started to smell of alcohol. He stumbled with an odd sort of grace back towards the ER. He fumbled with the door before gliding inside without a sound, Louie on his tail, wagging his and panting loudly to signify his grand entrance. The liquid in the unmarked bottle swished around a little as he swayed, as if dancing. The smell of alcohol started to fill the room with each of his exhalations. He leaned against the wall and looked at the others in the room, must be the gang of people that the goon in the ER had mentioned. Through the window he could see a stunning, naked woman talking with an Asian with a mohawk, and some other young lady. The people in the room were more clothed overall, one of them covered completely, another woman with a mohawk, this time blue, a man with many rifles, a short girl with an interesting black belt, a female ghoul, and lastly a redhead in a cowboy hat. What an interesting group, almost made him feel boring. He took another large swig from the bottle, leaving it just above halfway full before nodding at "D". He sighed as the Black Brew burned his throat and filled his belly before letting out some words.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">So where is the fabled Fanya, my friend?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>