#lone wanderer oc: Branwen Church

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Charon: ...Yer tellin' me yer whole life's career down in da vault was determined on whether ya did good on stupid piece of paper?

Branwen: Yep, I got chaplain...

Charon, snorts: You a CHAPLAIN?! *chortles* what a load of crap! haha...

Branwen: *chuckles* Yeah, it was load of crap. Even Mr. Brotch knew it was a load of crap, that's why he let me tweak my results a little...

Butch, spits out his beer: You..th-What?! THAT WAS AN OPTION?! I DIDN'T HAVE TO BE A STUPID HAIRDRESSER?!

Branwen: Yep, but I'm doubtful Mr. Brotch would've let you change your results, Butch.

Butch: Why not?

Branwen: Cos he didn't hate me... He didn't like me either, but he didn't hate me.

Butch: Bullshit!

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[ Branwen and Charon are escorted to the Rivet City holding cells by Harkness. There they find Butch sitting alone; playing card flip, he sees them and smiles sheepishly.]

Branwen: What did you do?

Butch: Okay, I'll tell ya, but ya can't get mad at me.

Branwen: What. Did. You. Do.

Butch: Well first, I was just minding my own business-

Charon & Branwen: Bullshit!

Butch: I was!

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[Charon and Butch are waiting for Branwen to drop Bryan off at his cousin Vera’s, the greaser decides to strike up a conversation with his friend’s bodyguard and suspected lover.]

Butch: Ohhhhhhhh shit! Look at that door, dude. See that door there? The one marked "Pirate"? You think a pirate lives in there?

[Charon briefly looks up from his beer to see what Butch is pointing at, and gives him a look.]

Charon: I see a door marked "Private". Is that the door you're talking about?

Butch: Nah, I was talking abou... I didn't say... did you... what did you hear?

Charon: I heard you say there was a door marked "Pirate".

Butch: Well, are we gonna talk about pirates all day or are we gonna see what's living in there?

Charon: You're the one that... Jesus Christ, man. Shit. 

[Charon storms off to find Branwen before he strangles Butch.]

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Branwen: Butch, what the first thing I tell you each morning?

Butch: Wake up.

Branwen: The other thing

Butch: For the love of god stop sleeping naked!

Branwen: Don’t let anyone in my house without telling me... 

Butch: Right...

[She Awkwardly gives Sheriff Simms a frozen brahmin steak and a Nuka-Cola, as an apology for the nice black-eye she gave him.]