"....Is this where I say "kiss already", or something?" Alan asked, watching Alex and Garret snapping at each other, pretty sure this wasn't the time for it. "B-but yeah...get supplies, t-then leave. That's w-what we'll do!" He nodded, looking at the direction the shot came from. He then looked at the other direction, noticing a shop. "Hey! There's one right over there." He pointed out to the others. They could easily stop in, grab stuff, and get out!<br/><br/>"Let's hurry up, so...we...can." He started, something slowly dawning on him. What if whoever shot came this way? He was sure Alex and Garret could take care of it, but there was still something that worried him. What if one of them still got hurt? It would have been his fault, after all. He had asked them to come along, after all!<span style="font-style: italic">"Plus...I...why do I want to know who did it? Probably just a bandit, but...only one shot? "</span>He thought to himself. Something felt off to him about that. With those two things in mind, and the fact he wanted to repay the group for helping him, he came to a decision.<br/><br/>"Alright. You guys go buy supplies. I'll go make nobody comes to bother you." He told them, running off in the direction of the gunshot before anybody could say anything.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The blond girl left the bar, licking her lips. Despite her cold demeanor, she was quite excited to get paid. It wasn't much, but she didn't have many needs, so it all worked out in the end.<br/><br/>She just had to take her proofs of the kill to the lo-<br/><br/>"Whaa!"<br/>"GAH"<br/><br/>She crashed to the ground, some brown hair kid crashing into her.  "Get the HELL OFF ME." she yelled, pushing him off.<br/><br/>"Wha! Sorry!" The kid said, scurrying backwards off of her. "I-it was an accident!"<br/><br/>"Watch where you're going, idiot! And what the hell is with your voice, what's the weird accent?" She asked, glaring at him and crossing her arms. "Give me one reason not to shoot your dumb ass right here!" She reached for her gun, not planning on actually shooting a kid. Just scaring him a bit, teach him to watch where he was going. Nothing wrong with that, she figured, built character.<br/><br/>"D-Don't! I'm s-sor- wait. Shoot me? Where you the person that just fired a few minutes ago?" Alan asked, gulping. He looked the girl over, suddenly realizing she was about as old as he was. A year or so older, maybe? He wasn't expecting that, but he wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">surprised.</span>He's heard of some younger people do worse.<br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow, biting her lip in annoyance. "Yeah, I was. What is it to you?" Who was this kid, and why was he asking her all of these questions. Okay, the one question, but that was one too many! Besides, not like she was the first person to shoot a gun in this place.<br/><br/>Alan stared at her, before slowly reaching down and picking up some sand. He looked at the sand, then at the girl, and figured it was too late to stop now.<br/><br/>So he threw the sand into her face.<br/><br/>There was a few seconds of silence. Absolutely no sound passed between the two, as the girl wiped the sand out of her face. They stared at each other, Alan wondering why his legs suddenly decided to not work. He had planned on them moving quite well, so this was troublesome!<br/><br/>"...GAH!" The girl yelled, lunging at him. He moved out of the way, falling to his knees, trying to force himself up. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE CRETIN." She turned around, as Alan run off, screaming his head off. She wasn't going to hurt him before but now she was going to beat that punk until he couldn't move!  Who the hell was he, to just<span style="font-style: italic">throw sand in her face like that.</span>She was half tempted to shoot him, but he wasn't worth wasting bullets on!<br/><br/>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Was the ONLY thing coming out of Alan's mouth as he run as fast as he could, moving past two people who he didn't noticed, a hooded man and a younger girl.