Atriark wrote: "I don't give a buck about pre-war relics," the blue mare said. "All I care about are caps, booze, mares, and sex."
Tesla rolled his eyes at the comment, "Yeah...thats rather evident" Despite the fact that this journey had been for the most part rather enjoyable, Blue on the other hand had been the only real irritation he had. She and him saw eye to eye just as well as a raider seeing eye to eye with a radgator, and they had, had previous disagreements that could be compared as such. What was worse was the fact that for the short time he had been with the caravan, she had been his more prevalent customer when it came to gun repair.
Shaking his head, as the two continued their conversation, how anypony could stand being around the mare he would never know, however responding to the whistle, Tesla, like the others drew his primary weapon, a .357 magnum, if anything it was more for show than anything else. He had hardly any bullets left. Looking over to Blue, the unicorn glared, "Blue you break that gun of yours again and I am not repairing it without at least a little incentive, preferably caps." his hissed at the mare.
Looking out in the distance, Tesla saw what looked to be a pony, then beside the pony, a griffon appeared. {Ah hell, please don't let it be raiders again, I'm getting rather sick of those crazed bastards}