Reginald staggered out of the plane, complaining aloud, "Bloody hell those seats are uncomfortable! I'd prefer a dirt nap over sleeping in those things again." He thought to himself, Wonder if I can still shoot? as he set up empty bottles of booze on a nearby fence. He started using the empty bottles as target practice, setting his Pip-boy to play some music [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPArO-OI_3U] while he was practicing.
OOC: Same place we've been for a while now, that blown up French airport.