Such events were commonplace. Men being shot down, drunks wandering about town and pleas for help left unanswered.<br/><br/>The new shop was doing well, with the change in season fast approaching. Jorge buried himself in his work, hardly going outside, and why should he need to, Blythe was always around bringing him things. But as cold was coming soon Blythe would be going, coming into town so often would be out of the question during the winter months.<br/><br/>It wasn't a particularly notable day, business in town was same as usual. Though, Blythe seemed to have more purpose has he made his way to Jorge's shop, a determined look about him. The shop was soon cleared of patrons after the large man's entrance.<br/><br/>Stunned the few people milled about out front, watching through the front window and murmuring among themselves. It would seem Blythe was fixing to take Jorge with him for the winter, not that the petite man seemed inclined. Somehow Jorge had managed to land a solid fist to the comparative giant's nose, breaking it.<br/><br/>Blood and anger coloured Blythe's face as he tried to contain his temper, tried to reason with his friend. Inaudible words were exchanged before the great brute struck Jorge, or tried to. As it turned out the small man was quite agile, but not quick enough to get away before he was caught up in a firm embrace that lifted more than a foot from the floor, pinned to Blythe's chest.<br/><br/>The stunned on lookers were rather red in the face as they averted their gazes, unable to watch any longer...