Chester emerged back into the camp, his body covered with red stains, from holding the spray can the wrong direction, spraying himself, instead of the tree he meant to spray onto. He grabbed a bottle of rum, and uncorked it at blinding speeds, taking a long gulp, swallowing hard. "THAT WAS AWESOME!" He shouted. "WE SURE GAVE IT TO THEM!"  The rest of the guys in the red shirts grinned, softly. "Uh, Chadbro, you sure Chesterbro's good? He.. He went a little hard. Harder than we usually do.." The man said to Chadwick, whom scoffed.

"I would imagine he would. He's more animal than man, that one."
"just make sure to keep him drinking, and he'll stay on our side."
"Yes sir."

"HEY CHESTERBRO!" The guy shouted, grabbing another couple of mugs from a stand, handing one to Chester, before entanging his arm around his, as they did a armhook drink, cheering first. "That was awesome! You sure stuck it to the greenpansies!"

"Macaribro, drink, too!" another one said, brining more drinks to the bigger man, still donning the far too tight shirt. 

***

"What kind of animal would do dis?" Kuhn asked, before he was interrupted by the woman. [i]oh boy.[/i] Kuhn walked up towards her, leaning near her, a soft smile on his face, his eyes sparkling, his face was contorted into some kind of blue steel, trying to look as attractive as he possibly could. The woman was a bit older than him, but despite her few wrinkles, she was attractive, clearly taken care of herself. "Nevermind what brings us here, it's just something stupid, our captain drowned, or whatever. But what's important is."

"What are you doing here, beautiful, and what are you doing later?" He said, grabbing her hand, kissing it softly. "Name's Kuhn, the best sharpshooter in the whole North Blue, at your service, fair Kobicha." He finished, a lighter in hand, lighting the cigarette for her before she could get her lighter out.