[Continued]<br/><br/>Hollow blushed even more deeply when she was laid back onto the bed. Her eyes closed slightly as she looked up at Nic. She was scared, she admitted to herself, but it wasn't...bad. Somehow, the thought of doing something that Bullet wouldn't approve of was thrilling and it gave her chills. Eyes fluttering shut for a second as Nic kissed her, Hollow breathed out a small sigh. A smile played upon her delicate lips at what Nic had said, "If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me to stop, okay?"<br/><br/>The girl nodded curtly as her body physically relaxed under the weight of the older boy. With a lick of her lips, Hollow spoke. "Thank you," she said softly. After awhile, possibly out of pure awkwardness at the situation she found herself in, she continued, "I wonder what Bullet would do if he saw us like this."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Meanwhile at the bar, Bullet was a little drunk. He promised himself not to allow it, but the bitter alcohol tasted so good after such a long time in the desert and Lynz was good company. No matter how drunk he was, though, there was always one thing on his mind: Hollow. Bullet jumped up out of his seat after a while, frantically looking about. "Where's Hollowpoint?!" he shouted at Lynz, more scared than angry.