"Eh. I need another gun in my life."

"I'd kill someone for a drink. Literally."

A second, an hour, maybe a few days? It didn't matter. There was supposed to be a straying creature of the highest rarity in this spot.

"I don't need a reason to do something. If I /feel/ like doing something, I do it; right or wrong."

"Mm."

"...I Wonder if @SnarkyPandoran knows where that pistol is."

utter a quizzical greeting. "..Hola?" @SnarkyPandoran

like you're having fun without me again. What did I tell you? I'm a much better shot when I'm drunk." @SnarkyPandoran

an enemy. @SnarkyPandoran