Annelise followed the grain in the bar with her eyes, pausing to examine each stain or knife-hole that adorned the old wood. She snapped her focus up as the barman stood in front of her and set a beer down in front of her and with an appraising gaze he offered “Looks like you could use one. That’s from Mr Schmidt there”.

The barman gestured down the bar towards the aforementioned ‘Mr Schmidt’ but Annelise simply continued to gaze down for a few moments longer before she asked [color=DA70D6]“Don’t have something a little bit stronger do you?”[/color] She managed to lift her head and smirk at the barman before she rounded her head to look for whoever it was that he’d gestured at. As she did though a trio of gunshots rang out at the entrance to the bar cutting through the atmosphere in the Desperado like a hot knife through butter grabbing the attention of the occupants. Moments later the doors burst open as the evident perpetrators stormed into the place, everything unfolding in mere moments. 

The most unhinged looking woman Annelise had ever seen lead the way flanked by a pair of equally unhinged looking men. The woman proceeded to snatch up the nearest pool cue and smash it over the skull of the closest patron, sending him crashing into a table before he lay on the ground clutching at his now bleeding head as he huddled and whimpered. Only the radio interrupted the brief moment of silence before she spat “Listen up, cocksuckers! Which one of you cumstains is Redding Schmidt?!”

Annelise let her gaze flick to the bar for a second, her eyes going to the man in the scuffed leather jacket sat just beside the older man she’d noted earlier. She’d been about to look at him moments before everything had gone from normal to fucked up in less than ten seconds and somehow she knew it was him they were looking for. She clenched her jaw as she gazed back at the crazy woman brandishing the pool cue and her ‘associates’. It was clear that they were raiders, even to Annelise – her last encounter with them was fresher in her mind than the bruises on her face were, she found her heart again pounding as her hand slowly moved to rest on the handle of her laser pistol. She stared from the scarred freak brandishing the submachine gun to the colossal beast nursing the almost comically small looking shotgun in his meaty arms. They were flanked by countless more, some still filing in as others looked to be waiting just outside as they watched with shit-eating grins on their scabby faces. 

She hadn’t been in the wasteland long, but already she was getting the feeling that nothing ended in a logical straight forwards manner out in this twisted expanse. It crossed her mind that she could point out the man she believed they were looking for, but it wasn’t worth entertaining the thought of what they would do to him, or to her for that matter – no, that would be beyond stupid. This was going to get real deadly real fast. She continued to glare at bitch-face as Annelise affectionately named the crazy woman-leader as she tensed and prepared to fling herself over the bar. Her body ached and her muscles practically screamed in protest at the thought but she counted herself lucky that she at least had that. She wouldn’t want to be one of the poor bastards sat at a table in the open once the bullets started to fly judging by the firepower these sickos were packing.