Not many people would believe it, but before Lars established a reputation of being a mean ass death claw that drank its way through the Waste Lands killing anything that crossed her path, she was almost a decent person. Shortly after she had dissolved the raider gang she was running with, she and Samuels along with a few others made their way to a small settlement out of one of the main cities somewhere out about near New Vegas. Lars had probably figured it was just a pit stop along their wandering path, but Samuels insisted on staying a while. A while turned out to be a week or so.  
While they were holding up in the city, Canyon Rockz by some accounts, Samuels kept slipping out meeting with people in the darker hours. Kept running errands behind Lars back, or having others go out of their way to handle something for him. Lars, always keeping an eye on things had taken notice of this and had been wondering allowed if she was going to have to gut shoot someone, or ‘Thin the herd’ again. No one payed that much mind though, as the remainder of raiders who had stuck with her after knew how much she loved to bluster about gut shooting, Samuels in particular as he had a knack for getting under her skin.
 
There was still the ongoing wager among the group about how long Samuels was going to last, seeing how he kept pushing Lars buttons, just to see her temper fly it seemed. That and he kept going out of his way to smack her ‘jug-i-lugs’ from time to time, just to keep things interesting. Though the latter would send any hardened raider flying for cover in a heartbeat. Survival instinct and all that. Something Samuels seemed to lack, as he would just stand there and bear the brunt of Lars wrath – some even claimed he gave her another smack when she was right up in his face. Though he and the rest of the gang did not see the outcome of that fight, seeing how they were making for the exits like there was a death claw on their heels, figuring Lars was likely to postal on anything and anyone she could get her hands on. Likewise Samuels did not return to camp for the next three days, giving Lars a time to cool off.
 
Heck, the theory being that the only reason Lars kept Samuels alive was that he was liked by the men. That and he was smarter than he looked, knew how to hold the line, flush a target out of the ruins, or even go toe to toe with a super mutant if the need called. Others say she kept him around because he was the only one who had the brass to talk back to her face.
 
But, seeing how he now seemed to be going about business behind her back, she figured he must have been getting tired of taking orders and was scheming to take over the herd. And that was not going to happen, so, when she heard that he had come back after talking with a courier pleased as he could be, she knew he was going to make his play, and she was going to beat him to the punchline.
 
Geared up for total war, packing her combat shotgun, Chinese assault rifle, and a Ripper on her hip, or as she liked to call them, her bread, butter, and a knife to spread it with, she kicked out the door to the pub and came storming out ready for total war. Upon being confronted with such an arsenal, and the rest of her gang backing her up, Samuel did the only reasonable thing any man could do. That being, dropping to his knees to beg for mercy.
 
Before Lars could begin asking questions though, Samuel, clearly thinking fast, had reached behind him and pulled a small box out from behind his back, cracked it open, and asked Lars to marry him right then and there.
 
Now, the witnesses who saw this transaction accounts vary wildly. Most claiming to have been sworn to secrecy upon being threatened with gut shooting if they started flapping their jaws. Lars, so taken aback for once was at a total loss for words, mouth working like a nuka-lurk out of water. So shocked was she that she even let Samuels put the ring on her finger, and by the time that was done and over with there was no turning back.
 
The next day proved to be when the real action started. Some even say they saw Lars smile! And not one of those grim faced, ‘I am about to gut shoot you.’ Smiles, but a real live, actual smile. She had the whole town worked up into frenzy by the third day, had bought out a three whole companies for the Crimson Caravan to run deliveries for her. Whisky, enough to drowned a bemouth in, all kinds off foods that could be found around the waste – including death claw eggs according to one witness, and lights she wanted every kind of light she could get her hands on.
 
In less than a week she had turned the whole town into a something that would rival New Vegas and put that old girl to shame. White lights ran the length of the town, all gathering in the center where she had a stage set up with an alter and all. She had even commissioned the Children of Atom to conduct the ceremony all proper like, just like in the pre-war days.
 
Lars was no exception herself, she went all the way to New Vegas just to buy a dress – given it was several sizes to small for her but the store owner said she feel in love with it the second she saw it, and he was not going to argue. It took five seamstresses the better part of the day to get that thing to fit around Lars. And by the time they did get it to begin to accompany her girth, two of the five where unconscious on the floor seeing how they had accidentally pricked lars bosom with a few to many pins.
 
Still the result was something to behold, she ordered that dress washed a dozen times, she wanted it to be snow white when she put it on. Heck, people even say that Lars bathed herself for the occasion! Thought this some put up with talking Death Claws and the like.
 
The day of, that was a day to remember though. Lars came down the steps, taking it slow as to not pop the threads keeping her chest at bay. Around her neck she wore a brace of fire flowers that Samuel had picked for her himself. Red on white, as the moonlight washed over that white cloth dragging behind her as she made her way through the crowds. The whole village had been invited, heck even a few raiders had showed up, and had not been turned away, on account of them brining the Party Cems and all. And there waiting at the alter was none other than S. R. Samuels, fully dressed out with a laser pistol on his hip.
 
The ceremony was short, the after party though, that lasted well into the night and through the next day as well. People were still recovering from the celebrations a week later. One man claimed to have woken up next to a Death Claw that had its arms around him like a lover, though no one paid such stories any mind, seeing how Lars was the talk of the town.
 
Those next few days were the happiest of her life.