"My name is Viktor, and do not mention it. I'd prefer it if the people who were not psychotic killers to stay alive and keep fighting to live another day. And in order to do that, you need a weapon."
And so saying Viktor reached out and placed a small pistol on the table.
"It's a little beat up but for the most part I think it will do somebody your size some good. I don't think you'll be doing any more shooting tonight though. You, me, and the other people who managed to fend those bastards off succeeded. All that seems to be left are a few stragglers, if that. I'd say that's one damned good job. I would propose a toast but the drinks here taste like piss."
Twix reached out and checked the gun, it was his gun, the one he'd flung at the bandit earlier, still empty too. He nodded his thanks and would have continued but the door to the Pumphouse swung open and one of the men from before... Adrian? walked in.
"Hey, it's you, the guy with the rabbits! Remember me, I got your hat back?"
Twix nodded and smiled subconsciously reaching up and checking his hat was still on his head.
When Adrian got closer he held out a bloody gasmask and knife, Twix's bloody gasmask and knife.
"Are these yours? You should get that gasmask cleaned, I don't think it's a good hygiene to walk around breathing in someone's blood. And do any of you know how to load this rifle?"
Twix glanced at the rifle but couldn't say he knew how to load it.
"aye, that's my stuff, can't say I know how to load that, try Viktor" he said pointing to his erstwhile rescuer who was already gesturing for Adrian to show him the rifle.
Twix took the gasmask and knife and pulled a cloth from one of his coats pockets and began cleaning the mask.
The door opened again and in walked Flint quickly followed by Taffy, Flint seemed to be trying out some new sort of fashion fad and had a bandage wrapped around his ear, Twix wasn't sure if that would catch on. Taffy looked her usual pretty self and Twix blushed remembering how she'd managed to pass 30 bullets off as 52 on him.
"Hey Twix you look like shit"
Twix grinned
"Still not quite so bad as you Flint" he followed that up with a wink.
Taffy leaned over Twix, it looked like she was checking his bandages and Twix sat contently by, although somewhere in the back of his head he was remembering the last time she'd been this close. Sure enough her hand darted out towards his hat, Twix's hand was moving to intercept almost at once, which was stupid Twix realized as his moving arm pulled the slash across his chest open and he hissed in pain and teetered on the edge of falling out of his chair. Twix felt his messy sandy brown hair as his hand arrived -much slower than it had started it journey- at his head and he recovered his balance.Taffy smiled sweetly as she pulled the hat down over her head.
"If you die can I keep it?"
Twix recovering from his momentary folly plastered a weak smile onto his face.
"Don't plan on dying anytime soon I don't"
as she turned round to walk back to Flint, Twix continued.
"and don't think I've forgotten 'bout those bullets you owe me!"
She reached up and rearranged the hat on her head in response.
The door swung open as yet another person arrived at the pumphouse, the cold night air did something to cleanse the Pumphouse of it's 'interesting' odour although Twix suspected nothing but a good fire would truly get rid of the smell.
Turning to see who had arrived Twix was somewhat surprised to see a rusty suit of battle armour (of some kind) with a rather nasty looking sword at it's side, Twix supposed there was probably a person inside the rusty suit of battle armour, after a moment's silence as everyone took in what had arrived the rusty suit of battle armour slowly keeled over -somewhat like when a big tree is felled- and hit the floor with a loud bang.
In the silence that followed both Twix and Taffy spoke -at the same time-
"Hey Flint looks like you ain't the ugliest man in the room no more!"
"looks like Twix has a contender for worst dressed"
Twix grumbled something about getting a drink and stood up to get a drink from the bar.