MIRANDA
Miranda didn't wake up until the afternoon. Her body felt as though it had been through an industrial shredder and pieced back together. Simon had been an excellent lover.
Her twenty-first birthday had been more wicked than she'd ever believed possible.
She hadn't expected Simon to stick around, but at least he had lay next to her until she'd fallen asleep. She wasn't naïve. He was not a relationship-guy. If she pressed the issue, he might fall back on that ridiculous idea of being a paranormal being indentured by the so-called Family. He'd tried to sell her on that again last night until she'd kissed him. Then they'd found other things to do.
Granted, New Vegas certainly had some unusual aspects. Not everyone appeared… er, normal. But she was all about experiencing this city, weirdness and all. After all, if you went to Disneyland, did you complain about Mickey Mouse and friends? Nope.
