Mills bought the plane tickets through Casey's girlfriend, which, of course, meant that word of his trip got back to Casey and the rest of the guys
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After seeing the clothing Mills and other people wore in the Bar, Ellen was fully aware that her usual clothing- that is to say, her Vault suit- wasn't going to be acceptable in Mills' world. She stopped by Craterside Supply to see if Moira had anything that might be a superior choice. The only thing that came close to fitting her was a pre-war men's business suit; Ellen spent most of the night with a needle and thread, tailoring the thing to fit more closely and properly. It's still a grey pinstripe suit, but at least it looks like it belongs on a woman now.
(There had been a woman's outfit for sale as well, but pre-war women's wear in Ellen's world almost invariably involved skirts, and she's still having difficulty with the concept of clothing that drafty. Especially since there are no samples of pre-war hosiery left in existence
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A young woman wearing a tailored vintage suit doesn't look at all out of place on the Boulevard, not even on a Thursday afternoon.
Mills lets her take in the alley and the street beyond at her own pace. "There's a 50's diner just a block away, and this is all my treat. You're my guest, and it's my pleasure."
Spring in LA is a colourful time. The neon seems to be in full bloom, and the graffiti is clearly thriving in the bright Southern California sun.
Nothing is this colorful in Ellen's world. Nothing. The only neon lighting she's seen was a few Chinese ideograms outside the Brass Lantern in Megaton, and as far as the graffiti goes, they don't even have spray paint that she knows of. And the cars-
"Your cars are so small!" she blurts out, and then flushes in embarrassment. "Oop. I'm sorry."
Mills chuckles. "S'ok. Just remember I told everyone you're visiting from Alaska. So no mentioning the giant scorpions or the 'lurks. Or the thing at the center of Megaton. These days, no one has any sense of humor about the b-word."
He holds the door to the diner for her and waves to the waitress. "Two?" She gestures them towards a booth across from a classic jukebox. Along the far wall, a couple of old men are sitting at the counter, sipping coffee and flipping through their newspapers.
The waitress brings them some menus, and Mills thanks her. "Coffee and orange juice for me. Ellen? They have water, and soda too. And milk."
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(There had been a woman's outfit for sale as well, but pre-war women's wear in Ellen's world almost invariably involved skirts, and she's still having difficulty with the concept of clothing that drafty. Especially since there are no samples of pre-war hosiery left in existence ( ... )
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Mills lets her take in the alley and the street beyond at her own pace. "There's a 50's diner just a block away, and this is all my treat. You're my guest, and it's my pleasure."
Spring in LA is a colourful time. The neon seems to be in full bloom, and the graffiti is clearly thriving in the bright Southern California sun.
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"Your cars are so small!" she blurts out, and then flushes in embarrassment. "Oop. I'm sorry."
Reply
He holds the door to the diner for her and waves to the waitress. "Two?" She gestures them towards a booth across from a classic jukebox. Along the far wall, a couple of old men are sitting at the counter, sipping coffee and flipping through their newspapers.
The waitress brings them some menus, and Mills thanks her. "Coffee and orange juice for me. Ellen? They have water, and soda too. And milk."
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