Donny half-listened to her explanation about where to get more of these treats, distracted with the ones he had currently. He noted to maybe spend what little he had to grab some on the way out; They were delicious to say the least. At the moment he was having an issue even chewing the excessive amount in his mouth, though his eyes momentarily locked with the Candy Store's sign with a temptation that he wasn't overly willing to fight. He surely had a few coins lingering in his pockets somewhere, right? Maybe not? Probably not. But he still dug away anyhow with one hand out of curiosity, coming up with nothing but some lint and a few hairs.
Finally beginning to defeat the caramel that nearly stuck his mouth together, he watched Annie go and dig up a coin she spotted with ease in the road; He could relate with that, usually he was crawling along the ground scrounging things, too. Though it was more so usually something to eat than something to buy something to eat with. This whole situation was a roller coaster in his head; But things seemed to mellow out as she came back over, presenting the coin she discovered. As she flipped it, he snatched it out of the air, observing it momentarily but finding the sun reflecting off of it and getting in his eye which caused him to turn his head towards Annie as he dropped the coin in one of his pockets for safe keeping. "Prebbiath ith!" He thanked her, the caramel still fucking up his words a bit but hopefully they got across just fine.
Donny thought about her invitation momentarily, glancing back at the candy shop with some consideration. Eyes going back towards Annie he noticed the lollipop shift in the air. Well, even if she had crazy-ass powers, she apparently wasn't all bad. Or maybe she could be this nice simply because she knew Donny had no chance? She might've gotten ahead in the first stage, but that invisible friend of hers wasn't going to make a difference in a race: He could still win this, if he performed well.
Speaking of which, he needed to go find Jules. They needed to be leaving, though the young man knew nothing aside from she was attempting to not smell like horse shit. Annie's invitation to the saloon was better than any guess he had; So he decided.
"You know, sure." He answered, shrugging as he followed after her. Hell, maybe this was a better person to have at his back in the race; Though that technique Jules used was still very tempting, so he'd keep that deal. This woman, though... He'd have to keep an eye on her. Because while he had two on her, she had two extra keeping an eye on him. Maybe a drink would straighten him out from this outburst of emotions that played out in his mind; Maybe it wouldn't. But he could hope. Maybe he could make some quick cash off a few idiots. Just had to make sure he wasn't surrounded this time, however.
Donny's thoughts were mostly on the race until he got close to the saloon; Noticing a familiar woman getting flung out. Jules was getting herself in trouble, after saying she'd teach him? Hell, at this rate she'd get arrested before they got anywhere. He contemplated if he should step further, but that's when he witnessed something worse: A second person launching out like an arrow that majestically flowed through the air, crashing into Jules and landing them both further outside.
That second person; It was no mistake. The hat, the facial hair, the weight. That was the gun guy that took first, Mr. Ten Gallon!
"Well this looks like trouble." Donny commented, head tilting with a hand on his hip, observing the empty blown-out doorway of the saloon. Whoever was in there that threw them both out must've been tough. Unless it was another group of people? Having so many of the top contestants in one place was crazy; If something were to happen to Simon, his first place points would be forfeit and it would cause a large advantage for Donny in the rankings having to not deal with his talent in the future.
But then again, the gunman had helped Donny before the race. While Donny wasn't much for honor, he hadn't been a jackass like Jules had. Maybe he deserved a bit of mercy; Or, well, in this case... Help. Fair was fair, unless this proved to be too dangerous, of course.
Approaching the duo of Simon and Jules with his hand still on his hip, he looked them over momentarily with an unimpressed expression: This judgemental look especially targeting Jules, if not to do anything but annoy her. "Oi, gunman." He spoke, eyes slightly rolling as he tacked on: "Jules." Before leading into his question: "You both alive?"