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“Ooone.”
Whether this count off is for the loud bang upon the door to the bar, or the amounts of sips he’s taken from his glass is unknown. Comfortably does he sit in the abandoned establishment contrasting the chaos displayed outside.
“Twooo.”
It seems his last sip was more of a gulp as ice slam against his teeth. The man spluttering and rocking back on the stool in surprise. He would’ve fallen straight off the seat if not for his iron like grip on the railing of the bar.
“Three?”
Sorrowfully does he look down from his empty glass to the front door. He had gotten used to the poundings every hour but these were happening more rapidly than before. It was when that knock Four, Five, and Six came in quick succession that he raised up to make his way to the entrance in a hurry. The container of his liquid courage practically tossed in exchange for a had on his weapon.
One hand on the hilt hanging off his back, the other on the door knob as he forced it open to be met face to face with a possible enemy.
Instead... was a little girl.