<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Tom’s apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Tom, Chrissa, Trystin<br/><br/>Billy was impressed by the variety, and glad that there were some powerful arrows for him to use. He also appreciated that Tom gave him some tips on shooting the gun. Obviously, aiming and firing a gun is much different than a bow, so it would be good for him to have knowledge of the one he knew less of.<br/><br/>Chrissa also helped him, and her lesson was more hands-on, and he liked it more too. He smiled as she touched his hands and gave him some further pointers. He listened intently, but didn’t miss the opportunity to enjoy feeling her body close to his.<br/><br/><em>"You'll want a holster for it. The first time you try to shove it in your pants to carry it, you'll shoot your dick off."</em><br/><br/>Billy smiled,<strong>“And we wouldn’t want that.”</strong>He said and got a holster for the gun as well as some extra bullets from the ones Chrissa had pointed out. Truth was, he couldn’t tell the difference from one to the next, so he’d have to get familiar with them real quick.<br/><br/>After getting what he needed, Billy joined Chrissa by the door,<strong>“I’m ready too.”</strong>