Carefully balanced against a street lamp, Switch worked his trademark blade between the waffle of his left boot, trying to free several wads of gum and a rather jagged stone from between the ancient rubber. When he heard the gate opening he glanced up, expecting to see a gambler in a fancy suit or a courier running packages.
Instead he saw a rugged woman strolling through the gate, a woman who looked surprisingly familiar. Unable to place a name to the face, he called out to her and raised a hand, all while attempting to keep his balance. “H-hey! Fancy seein’ you here in Freeside!”
Bera waved back at the man who called to her, stifling a laugh as she watched him struggle to keep his balance on one foot. As she got closer, the woman noticed the trademark vesture in which he was clothed— the man was definitely one of the Kings.
A little surprised at the familiarity in which he greeted her, Bera passed it off as hospitality. Although she was rather sure that they had met before, it was unlikely that he’d be able to recall her— she didn’t exactly possess any memorable features.
“Well, where else is there t’ be on a night like this?” she asked cheerfully, shaking the man’s hand in greeting. “It’s nice to see one of you all out and about. How have things been holdin’ up for the Kings lately, if y’ don’t mind me asking? Hope the NCR haven’t been causing too much of a ruckus!”