<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/ea04c6c40efafc06ae597e4d14a7b2c8/tumblr_mkip51c9fr1qltyj3o1_500.jpg)<br/></div>Name: Tom Bergkamp<br/>Age: 20<br/>Sex: Male (Straight)<br/>Status: Gas station -> Car.<br/><hr/><br/>Turns out it was a pretty damn good thing that Tom hadn't chosen a beer yet, otherwise the clinking of the beer bottles would've thrown everything awry. He turned around and saw Bastian approaching the two, and he nodded and started making his way towards the two as well. He was hidden by the aisle, so the two would've been able to easily surprise them. Then Nichole decided to go commando, of course. Tom hung back, not wanting to screw things up. He stood up straight again and sighed as the two were disarmed, though his eyes went wide when the clerk shot them anyway.<br/><br/>Tom tossed his chips back into an aisle and walked back into the car briskly, hopping into the passenger seat and closing the door behind him. "Well fuck." he said simply, as he checked that everyone was back then motioned for Bastian to start driving.