[h3]Cason[/h3]

As Cason finished buckling his belt, he glared over toward the table at her little smartass threat.  He rolled his eyes, and shoved his feet into his boots.  He knew she would shoot him if he didn’t stop, but he was having a lot of fun.  What’s another bullet hole?

He picked his shirt up and fiddled with it in his hands for a bit as he approached and stood in front of her, taking in the response to his questions, finally.  He shrugged his shoulders, “I could eat.  I mean, it could be dangerous, you running around a town you don’t know.  I might as well come along…you know…”

He reached his arms up, pulling the t-shirt over his head, his abs twitching as he did so.  He inwardly laughed as his head popped through the neck, and he slowly pulled the bottom over his stomach and finally to rest around his hips.

“So, wanna go for a walk?  Same town, greasy spoons…we can go find food.”, he quipped, reaching a hand out to her.