<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://static.hudl.com/users/prod/471835_1f2c7efec39b45fda0c8752ff24a9e3b.jpg)<br/></div>Name: Bastian Leclerq<br/>Age: 18<br/>Sex: male straight<br/>Status: Pumped<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"What the fuck, man? You shot them?" Bastian shook his head, then looked at the fleeing Kat. At least his girl was safe. Taking Nichole by the arm he moved out as well. As they arrived by the car, he hugged Nichole. "Thanks sweetheart, you saved my neck out there" He sat her down in the passenger seat, then looked over at Kat "Are you alright sweetie? Did that scumbag hurt you?" He waited for Tom, who'd been in the store as well, to return, motioned for him to go sit in the rear, got in the driver's seat, and started the car.<br/><br/>All he could think about was the store clerk. The poor bastard was certain to get some jail time, this wasn't the freaking Wild west after all. If you played vigilante here, you were going away. And to be honest, maybe driving off wasn't the best thing for them to be doing either, but they were already on the road again. As he drove on he reached behind him, gently patting Kat's knee, then he moved back to drivng. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" He let out, then fell silent. He opened the little fridge, took out a few beers, and held them out behind him. He reckoned people could use a drink after that, he sure could, but he as driving.<br/><br/>