So after about two days at a Fallout LARP, I decided I was really hungry for food other than pretzels and freeze-dried ice cream (Both of which I can get at a great price from a store near my house). After asking around, I discovered that there was a somewhat infamous diner nearby, where people of ill repute tended to gather. I decided to take my chances, and, with some other LARPers in tow, left to get a Reuben.
We arrived at the diner soon enough, and parked opposite a dozen or so motorcycles, careful not to knock any of them over. Myself, two Vault Dwellers, and three Raiders entered the restaurant and sat down in a corner. The stares of the other patrons went unnoticed by the others, but I was well aware of the danger. The choppers out front clearly belonged to the leather-jacket wearing bikers sitting across from us, and I was certain that the skinny college kid in blue spandex would attract their ire.
Soon enough, College Kid spotted the bikers. His eyes met with their apparent leader's, and, for a brief moment, the bikers fell silent. Then the college kid grinned, and looked away, coughing something about the bikers under his breath. To this day, I don't know what it was, but it set them off.
All the bikers got up at once, and approached. Armed with only a plastic plasma rifle that fired beanbags, I knew I would be unable to defend the Vault Dweller from their wrath. So I stood idly by, and watched them pull him to his feet. Pushing College Boy against the wall, their leader spoke.
"Tunnel Snakes Rule."
With that, they left, paying for their food and riding away into the sunset.