There she was. [color=fff79a]klak. klak.[/color] Her boots on the tile. Her light wasn't helping the matter, and for a moment, he considered just pulling the trigger. Two of them. Two would mean trouble. Two would mean more will come. More would mean the stinkers. Trouble. Trouble... he couldn't trust her. Sure, sure. Not looking for trouble. [color=fff79a]klak.[/color] 

[color=598527]"Like the others. Right..."[/color] Easy... easy... game-face. (cosmetics, foundation, $6.99, aisle 6 -- 'beauty products.') [color=598527]"Shut up!"[/color] Sometimes that voice was just too present. too close. Bad timing. Did I say that out loud? The light... her light (C-cell batteries, checkout #3 display -- place where you just whacked Dude with an Edger -- $24.99, aisle 17 -- 'garden implements') [color=598527]"I said cut it OUT!"[/color] ...was still lingering close at-hand, so that he couldn't focus. [color=fff79a]klak.[/color] The gun wavered in his hand a little, aimed at her (general location.) The barrel of the gun looked big... dangerous. Dirty. Like it was ready to deliver infection and pain. The fact that it quaked slightly in his (nervous? sick?) hand did her no favours, though the fact that he wasn't pointing directly at her, but only vaguely at her, was of some consolation. 

[color=598527]"y-you just need to go. Away from here. Take your friend and leave. I-I just don't want to have to kill him. Or you. But you can't stay. Can't. I'm just not done, see? If I was done, you could stay, and it'd be swell."[/color] His face loses all emotion. [color=598527]"But I'm not. So you can't. Go."[/color] (bullets, security counter, no listed price [NFS!] -- you can always replenish...) [color=598527]"SHUT. UP!"[/color]