“Gin, please stop. He’s not worth it.” Effy said softly. She hated confrontation more than she hated Casey. 

“Shut up, Effy.” Casey hissed as he tried to wrench himself free from Gin’s grip. Blood began to drip down his arm, only increasing his desperation. “What the fuck man?! Let me go!” he seemed to scream. Casey reached behind his back, producing a rusted old revolver. “I swear to god if you do not let me go…” he pointed the gun in Effy’s direction, his hand shaking violently. His thoughts had turned to mush long ago. Nothing made sense anymore but getting that ticket in any way possible; even if it meant killing his 'friends'

Effy held up her hands, what little color she had draining away. “Please, Casey, this ticket isn’t worth it. If you shoot me, the ticket will be a waste.”

“I told you to shut up!” Casey screamed as she realized she was right. A velvet ticket meant nothing if Effy was lying in a puddle of blood. He turned the gun on Gin, placing the muzzle to his forehead. “Please, just give me the ticket. I don’t want to die. I don't want to kill you either, but I [i]need[/i] that ticket.”