“Oh, I’m sorry. I can understand how tough that must me. Older ones are always more reliable. What exactly happened to it?” The southern drawl was more obvious now, as it had always gotten when something really piqued Scar’s interest. Though her face stayed blank, it was obvious she had somewhat of an idea what she was looking for when going through her current supply.
“I’m guessing glocks are what you’re most used to. Darlin’ we got quite a few of those. Some even personalized because someone has too much free time and likes to get into shit.” Cue a giggle from the girl in the corner.
“We also have machine pistols, though they’re generally harder to use due to their size. For you, I think sticking to a glock would be best, since it’s what you’re most used to. We got all kinds of those, our most popular being G27′s. Though a lot of our buyers just go from what little knowledge they do have.”
It was rare to come across other weapon dealers with such a pleasant attitude, honestly it made the dealer feel just a bit more relaxed. It was a nice relief from constantly having to be on guard, a needed change, something she wished she could experience all the time.
“Y’know, maybe a 27 would be a good change.” Momentarily a rare facial expression is seen, one of thought. When you hardly have time to think, you tend to forget how to, and just go with instinct always. Another reason she liked these sellers, they gave you time to think, rather than just pushing the issue and trying to get you to buy the most expensive gun around that would bite the dust within a few weeks.
“Fuck it. Hook me up with one of these bad boys.”
Scarlet nodded, motioning to the other to go grab the gun. The tiny black haired girl nodded, moving out of the room for only a minute or so. The ginger had yet to smile at all, though she did seem in a better mood than usual.
“So, on a purely client based curiosity, what is it that ya do? ‘S not often we get folks like you in here. Usually it’s either people who are tryn’ to commit somethin without their name on it, or people who’ve been comin’ to us for years. It’s nice to see a new face an’ all, but you gotta admit, ain’t nothing wrong with bein curious.”
Lilith returned, holding the gun case out to Kris. It seemed brand new, and hopefully it was exactly what the girl wanted.






