Bobby Luaghtner, the waiter, patiently waited fore everyones attention to be drawn towards the passed out girl on the floor. Slowly, he backed away towards the front door and set his pen, pad, and apron down as he reached the front door. Casually exiting the restraunt as he headed towards the grocery store parking lot across the four-lane street. Looking both ways before he jogged across the street and hopped on the curb in the parking lot.<br/><br/>A man was waiting there, leaned against his car and smoking a cigarette. Once he saw the kid coming over to him, he threw it down and snuffed it out as he stood up off his car. Holding out his hand to the kid, wwaiting to be given back what was his. Bobby took a small vile out of his jacket pocket and tossed it to the man, watching the clear liquid slosh around inside. The man caught it and hurled a glare at the boy before checking that there was still plenty in there, that the kid hadnt overdone it.<br/><br/>Once he was satisfied, he put it inside his coat then looked at the boy. "Im assuming that it worked?" he inquired with a heavy country accent. Bobby nodded and smirked as he held out his hand. "Quicker than i thought it would," was his reply as he waited for his money. The man nodded and gave a satisfied grunt before he pulled out a envelope filled with the kids money. "Of course it did. I made the poison myself. Its supposed to be fast working," he said as the kid counted the money. The man suddenly grabbed Bobby's throat in a tight grip as he slammed the kid against his car. "You tell anyone about this and i will kill you," he growled lowly. Bobby quickly nodded and smirked as the man let him go. "My lips are sealed, cap-ie-tain," Bobby gave a smartass reply before backing away. Then he paused and looked at the man. "How did you know they were going to stop here?" he asked with a confused look. The man chuckled and looked at the boy. "That is not your concern," he replied. The boy shrugged before giving a mock salute then he jogged off in the direction of the neighborhood.<br/><br/>The man got into his car after watching the boy jog off. 'Well this should keep that damned girl out of my town.' he thought smugly as he turned up the radio. One of his favorite country songs was on. His thoughts turned to memories as he thought about watching her pretty friend die that night. That had been the best sight of all and he only wished he could watch the expression of pain crossing Korra's beautiful face. Sighing, he relaxed into his driver chair and shrugged to himself. 'Oh well. Cant get everything you want when you chose this path.' he thought. Turning onto the freeway, he drove back towards Rangerville.<br/><br/>Korra was alot paler than her usual perfect, tan shade. Sweat beads formed along her forehead and the bridge of her nose. Slowly starting to regain conciousness, she curled up in a ball with her arms around her stomach as stinging, sickening pain filtered through her. Breathing shallower, she squeezed her eyes shut with pain and she squeezed her sides hard trying to wish the pain away.