[center][color=crimson][h1][i]Temp[/i][/h1]Location: Armadillo[/color][/center]

[i][color=crimson]Son of a half-cocked horse fucker, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck--[/color][/i]

Temp barelled through the streets of Armadillo, dust billowing up from her feet like smoke off an open fire. 

[color=crimson]"For fuck's sake, [i]move![/i]"[/color] she shouted at a frail old woman, laden down with packages of groceries. The old woman blinked up blearily behind her glasses, just in time to see Temp dodge around her and continue down the road. Forty-seven seconds of sprinting later, the door to the Armadillo Saloon opend and in crashed a short figure with a flop of short, messy hair, a collared shirt and a waistcoat, and a scabbed over cut at the eyebrow with a purple-green blossom of a bruise sprouting around it.

Temp ran past her boss ([i][color=crimson]Ahh, shit-balls.[/color][/i]) to the bar, placed a hand on top of it, and vaulted over to the other side, barely stopping herself from ramming into the liquor cabinet... too hard. Glass bottles rattled precariously...

And then a full bottle of amber whiskey toppled over.

Temp's eyes widened. [color=crimson]"Shit!--"[/color] Her hand shot out to catch the bottle just in time, turning it quickly in her hand to slam it upright on the bar behind her. 

Temp's entire body sagged in relief. Her chest heaved up and down, lungs fighting for air.

There was the sound of a single pair of hands clapping beside her. Temp looked up to glare from under her hair at her coworker, Jessie. 

[color=crimson]"Not late,"[/color] Temp muttered.

Jessie raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Suppose 's why you were so leisurely in gettin' here then."

Temp opened her mouth to tell Jessie to shove it up her daddy's piss-hole. But then she saw Roz's figure out of the corner of her eye. She snapped her mouth shut and turned to the nearest customer, still panting from the run.

There was a whisp of a girl on the other side of the counter, delicate fingers worrying each other, and eyes looking at the ground, the bar, the ceiling... anywhere but at another person. Temp's eyes softened a bit. She recognized the girl -- some stray Roz'd taken in like an underfed cat. She had some.... dumb flowery name. Daffodile or Pansy or something.

[color=crimson]"Need somethin'?"[/color] Temp blurted. The little flower jumped at the words.

"The, uh... Miss Roz says I need to..." Temp sighed and rolled her eyes, though it was more for show than any actual annoyance.

[color=crimson]"Jess,"[/color] Temp said over her shoulder, interrupting Jessie's conversation with a customer. Jessie stopped and shot a mild glare back at her. [color=crimson]"Go show the new girl where the food's at."[/color] 

"There a reason [i]you[/i] can't do that?"

[color=crimson]"Someone needs to serve drinks that don't taste like piss."[/color] Jessie scowled, but pushed herself up from the bar nonetheless. She paused though, as she passed by Temp, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Keep an eye out," she murmured. "Somethin' in the air today got everyone rowdier than normal." Temp nodded, moving to put the bottle of whiskey back up on the shelf. "Come on sweetness, let's put some fat on ya," Jessie said to the new girl, leading her back towards the kitchen.