Cueball – Male, Lines in Black(FILLED)

Penelope – Female, Lines in Green

Boy – Male, Lines in Blue(FILLED)

Enter penthouse area

They say in the olden days, enlightened men drank wines made of the finest grapes. I contend that fruit has no place in the hallowed halls of a brewery.
Another drink, Penelope!

1. Are you sure you should be drinking so much? What if you end up an addict like your customers?

My dear, that will never happen. I don’t drink to get drunk. I drink for clarity.
See, liquor is called a spirit for a reason. And inside this wellspring of mana is the very soul of the world, whose secrets I will someday unlock.
So yes, pour me another drink.

Boss, the Saints came after us again. We gotta hit them back this time.

(Sigh) I suppose we are running out of cheeks to turn. Are you sure the intel you received is good?

It’s good.

Then it’s settled. You will take care of the Saints, and I’ll take care of these spirits.

One other thing. I wanna take this guy with me. He showed real moxie out there.

One other thing. I wanna take this girl with me. She showed real moxie out there.

Fine, fine. Just do me a favor and spare me the details. You know I can’t stand the thought of blood.

Will do.

Ah, hello my friend. Welcome to the Boston Bordello. I hope you enjoy your stay.

And you’re in charge here?
Yes. And for that, we have my sister to thank. I wanted to open a boutique.
Of course, should I fail as its steward, she has informed me that she will, and I quote, choke me to death with my own scrotum.
But that’s hardly a cruel fate compared to what she’ll do to my men.

How bad’s the situation out there?
If it has anything to do with fighting, then talk to my people. I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. Violence makes me queasy.
I believe that’s why alcohol impairs one’s coordination and increases the libido. God wants us to make love, not war.

Tell me about yourself.
Well, to answer that, you have to answer the age old question. What defines a man? Is it the potions he drinks? The notches on his belt? Or the lies he speaks?
The only answer I can provide is to pour you a glass and let you walk a mile in my shoes. Then you will know who I am.

Your thoughts?
You might wonder, as you wander this apocalyptic wasteland, whatever happened to our friends from Europe?
Why, they will come. Right now, they’re simply waiting for us to build the beacon.

2. Oh honey. Not again with the beacon.

Fools will always mock what they don’t understand. But despite your protests woman, the beacon will be built on the eastern shore.
It will be a “New Colossus,” rising like the Lazarus to speak to our European brothers with silent lips.
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free! But most of all, give us your whiskey and beer!”
Seriously, it’s been two hundred years, and we’re almost out.

Scene 1

It’s important to build a kinship with people. Whether it’s blood, beer, or battle, the bond is what matters.

I see. 

3. I don’t know about that hon. Life isn’t that simple.

Quiet Penelope. Find your own youth to impress your worldview upon. This one’s mine.

 

Penelope Hellos

4. Cueball’s a big softie. Sometimes though, I feel like his brain is mush too.

5. If you need a drink, try asking Molly downstairs. You might wanna check your order though. I’m not entirely sure she speaks English.

6. Yes?

7. Did you need something?

 

 

Scene 2

So did you really fight in the Great War?

There were many Great Wars. The war I fought in has as much claim to the name as any.

So you didn’t fight in the Great War.

I didn’t say that, but you can draw your own conclusions.

Any words of wisdom?
The truth is, I was once like you. I liked violence as much as the next man. But after years of watching my sister perform one unspeakable act after another, I no longer have the stomach for it.

Any other advice?
I’ve learned that there is little in life as pointless as trying to change the world. It’s a lot easier to let the world change you.

Any other advice?
If there’s one thing that’s stayed with me, it’s the advice my father gave me as a youth. The family that drinks together, stays together.

Any words of wisdom?
A man who drinks is an explorer, sailing seas of bourbon and mapping whatever new lands he discovers on the way.

Your thoughts?
I’m drawing a blank. But another drink should offer more clarity.

Of all the ways to make caps, why this?
That’s a question for my sister. But I can’t say I’m completely against the idea, if for no other reason than to ruffle the feathers of the prohibitionists.
All I can say is this. If you want to cast a stone, cast it at the gun runners. They’re the ones doing the harm.

Goodbye.
Then I will continue my conversation with this bottle, uninterrupted. Goodbye.

I bid you adieu.

 

Boy Hellos

Mister Cue’s teaching me about the world. Today I learned about something called “Europe.”

I have trouble with multiplication tables. Adding and subtracting is easy though. Mister Cue has me count the bottles when he drinks.

Hey.

Yeah?

Gets request to make peace

So, did you send the fanatics back to their precious maker?

I’m sorry boss. It was a stone cold setup. Should’ve known it was too good to be true.

Which means we’re no closer to ending these interruptions of yours.

I have something for you.
So the Saints want to make peace, huh. I suppose since their little ambush didn’t work, now they want to negotiate.

Take the deal.
Agreed. Some would use our advantage to try and force a checkmate, when it’s far easier to let your opponent concede.
Plus, all this talk of war is making me nauseous. Take the girl home. Her debt is paid.

I can take care of them.
Wait! Don’t tell me the rest. I don’t want to know how the soup is made. Best to leave the butchering to the butcher.
Just come back when you’re done and we’ll discuss payment.

What do you think?
Well, the prospect of stopping these attacks makes me weep tears of joy. But ultimately the decision is yours, seeing as you’ll be the one doing the work. I’ll just be paying you to do it.

Whatever. I don’t have time for this.
Fine. I need some time to digest this offer anyway.

So the help Sadie hired has returned. What of it? Is it taken care of?

Hired help or not, I got the job done.
Well done. And you managed to do it without dirtying my floors. You’re a man after my own heart.
And as such, you deserve a reward worthy of a true gentleman. My finest bottle of bourbon. Drink it in good health.

You’re a woman after my own heart.
And as such, you deserve a reward worthy of a true lady. Here. My finest bottle of bourbon. Drink it in good health.

Post-Quest

Have you tried the bourbon yet? I know for me, I can never decide whether to drink the bottle, or display it. I usually end up drinking it.

It’s good to have you back. Have a seat.

Hired help or not, I got the job done.
Stop! That’s all I needed to know. And for god’s sake, can you not track blood on my floors?
As for your reward, I wasn’t sure whether to give you caps or just a slab of meat.
But Penelope insisted I give you caps, so here. I trust our business is complete.

I believe our business is done.

You can go now.