Alex looked up from his spot on the ground where he was currently cleaning his gun. Kacey's voice reached him and he perked up a little. Going into town meant they were going to get more money, and more money meant more food, more food meant a very happy Alex. After being with Kacey and the gang for four years, he'd learned most of the procedures and knew they would probably either be doing some legitimate business in town, or some not so legitimate business. Considering the fact that they had virtually nothing to sell, he figured it would be best if he finished cleaning his gun as soon as possible.

"Will I have time to stop by a store? We're running low on cups since some klutz keeps breaking them. I'm getting tin cups if I can find them, maybe they'll actually stick around." Alex chimed in, calling over to Kacey. He didn't know who the culprit was, but he was tired of fighting for cups around here.