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Fallout Fanatic
Ah, New Orleans
The boisterous and exuberant night life was one of the bigger things that attracted Angela to New Orleans. Although she was in her early twenties and had just been flown in from France, she was living quite well due to the relatively large share of money her father had gifted her. The girl’s father ran a construction business back home and had profited off World War 2 during the reconstruction of the numerous annihilated properties as a result of the war. Her father was wealthy, to say the least. He didn’t treat her with much attention however, even though she was an only child. The man was often busy with his construction work, which was fairly understandable.Angela was picking out what to wear, rummaging through her closet for the perfect dress. She had been waiting for a night like this, clear skies, adequate temperature, and a lack of traffic. A brilliant recipe for a night out on the French Quarter, one of the most, if not the most iconic neighborhoods in all of Louisiana. A lively part of New Orleans filled to the brim with rowdy and clamorous bars, colorful and eye-catching jazz clubs, and where Mardi Gras would be hosted every year. It was definitely an exciting part of New Orleans, and Angela had been wanting to visit it for a while. Eagerly, Angela would quickly put a blue dress on with black accents and only did minimal makeup before excitedly walking out the door, car keys to her 1964 Buick Skylark. It was definitely a nice car, it even sounded satisfying, even if it was a bit too fast for her liking. Angela stepped out onto the littered sidewalk of Uptown N’awlins, shutting the door to her townhouse behind her and locking it. She gazed at her surroundings, watching the cars pass in the vibrant city before she impatiently hurried toward her Skylark and shoved the key into the slot. Unlocking the driver seat, she yanked the door open and sat in the teal interior of the white Buick before closing the door, placing her handbag in the passenger seat. Angela anxiously awoke the engine, revving the powerful sports car. Time for a night out.
