He murmured quietly to himself as he got up, and felt his pockets. The gun was situated in the left pocket of his jeans; odd place to put it, but he never wanted to be without it, and lacked a holster. Either he never got one or he's lost it along the way.  In his right pocket, he had the glucose tablets and insulin. The CBGM was a tiny little device, kept attached to his stomach by some extremely strong, tacky adhesive that was water proof, and meant to handle quite a bit. The insulin pump had a similar attachment to his stomach, and about twenty inches of tubing; it worked basically like an IV drip, providing him a constant stream of insulin from the reservoir and pump itself, which was a device that was clipped onto his belt.<br/><br/>He listened closely to the two--drunk and bouncer-- especially when the third, the girl, showed up and started saying something else. She might be being quiet, but the thing is, Red has<em>very</em>sharp hearing. To the point that it can actually be painful at times, like when Ricky comes in, practically screeching like a banshee.<br/><br/>He looked nervously at the three, and slowly stood up, approaching them. "Mind if I tag along?" He asked, quietly.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun<br/>Insulin Pump<br/>Continuous blood glucose monitor<br/>Glucose Tablets (Two packages of ten tablets, used for immediate treatment of low blood sugars)<br/>Three vials of Humalog (fast acting insulin; enough to last him about 27 days)<br/><br/>Current HP/SP Status:<br/>Body Points:       90<br/>Stamina Points    62<br/>Status: Tired<br/></div></div>