Karth looked at Samantha, "Sis, please don't do this."
She turned around, her light blue eyes were like ice, her long dark hair was even darker in the Rivet City bar, "The Muddy Rudder." She slammed her pale fist on the table, "Karth, listen to me, I am your older sister, I will do what I want, when I want, to whomever I want."
He just stared at her, his green eyes showed fear. His black hair was short and a mop. His skin was slightly tanner than hers, but not much. He begged, "Sam, you're my sister, I can't let you go out and get yourself killed up north."
"Ever since she got that assault rifle, she's always wanting bigger and better. I will get her some combat armor if she decides she is serious, after all she just has that old dress. I've got a suit of combat armor, but that was a gift from my previous employers," Karth thought.
The light flickered, but Karth sipped his beer, he was only sixteen, but didn't care if he was drunk. Samantha said to him abrasively, "Listen Karth, I have no mutations, I want to join the Enclave, they're supposed to be recruiting up north in New York."
He sighed and walked out of the bar. He shouted, "Fine, do what you want, I am just looking out for you, Sis." The man gripped his backpack and pulled it open, he had about one-hundred caps, and Flak and Shrapnel were selling a suit of combat armor for seventy-five, and he could probably pick her up a combat knife as well. The metallic gray walls of the boat left a depressing aura in Karth's emotion, but he kept walking to the market.
It was filled with citizens, drinking, eating, buying chems. He walked over to Shrapnel, he was an elderly guy, he supposedly sold some weapons to the Lone Wanderer about fifteen years ago. "All right, pick up some combat armor and a pistol for Samantha," He said in his head. He told Shrapnel, "I got one-hundred caps for some combat armor and a ten-millimeter pistol, can I get some for my sister, she's going up north."
Shrapnel had a sleezy grin, "Samantha, really, thats a shame, I always liked her, tell you what kid, you're a good friend of Flak and me, I'll give it to you for seventy-five."
The teenager counted and pulled out seventy-five caps. Shrapnel opened his closet and pulled out a tan vest, tan pants, and boots. He then pulled out a large pistol, a ten-millimeter one and handed it to the customer who shoved it in his old backpack. Karth smiled weakly and walked down to "the Muddy Rudder."
Samantha was drinking, he threw the backpack at her and crept out of the bar and started trekking to their apartment.