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Gwen has boooooooze. Actual booze! In stock!

This is clearly cause for celebration.

Sadly, in order to ensure that she keeps having booze, Gwen's only celebratory drink comes in the form of moonshine.

... Yum?

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[howling_laugh]

The rumble of a motorcycle is easily audible from inside, as well as the click of a kickstand, and steel toed boots walking into the bar.

It's not Russ, though. It's a tall woman in black leathers with long, black hair. She surveys the Wasteland with a tiny smile, and walks up to the bar. She sees the booze.

"Good evening. I see it's possible you have alcohol that doesn't taste like piss. Truly rare in these times. How much for a good drink, sweet?"

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Gwen is, understandably, a little surprised when it's not Russ-- and, more to the point, when it's not any member of the Pack ... or in fact anyone she's ever met. There's a smell that comes in with her, aside from the leather and exhaust she's used to; it's something fresh, like mountains and open fields.

She'd have to have been riding a long time to smell like that.

"Hey," Gwen says, smiling politely. She's not sure whether she should be offended about the piss remark. "For a good one? Hmm ... a few cans of food is pretty standard. But if you've got any shampoo, I'm persuadable."

[howling_laugh]

"I do not carry much food with me, usually."

She's a hunter, not a gatherer.

"But I can do you one better on the other. I have some sort of combination shampoo and conditioner. Not a full bottle, but perhaps enough for a trade?"

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Gwen tilts her head. She might have a brief flicker of ooh, conditioner! but it is quickly suppressed.

"Let's see it."