#justahumanshield

[flowersandhandguns]

roses and reunions | frennedy

How long had it been? Freddie couldn't be sure, but judging by the state of the shop, too long. Kill an abusive husband, fine, but... her daffodils. Damn it. Dead things in the one place where there weren't supposed to be any dead things. I should dust, she thought for a fleeting moment before her attention was drawn to the crimson seeping through her fingers as she pressed her palm firm against her shoulder. 

Ah, yeah. That. Whoops. 

Maybe she was a little lightheaded, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She'd been in worse scrapes. Couldn't remember any at the moment, but it was probably because of the blood loss. All she needed to do was get herself into the back room, gather up a few supplies, and then she could go about her business and everything would be fine. Perfectly fine. Just as if she hadn't botched a job and taken a round or two into her arm. 

"... fuckin' bodyguards," she grumbled to herself as she slowly made her way around the counter. She had to pause to breathe, bracing with one hand. Her head lolled briefly to the side. Woof. Since when was the room spinning? The floor, rather rudely, rushed up to meet her and she hit the tiles with a loud 'thud'. 

Perfectly fine, Winifred. Perfectly fine.

[notyourhuckleberry]

♦ justahumanshield came to infiltrate

There's a gun holstered on the inside of the thief's jacket; its easily accessible and on the most part invisible, though any trained expert would be able to identify the weapon's presence. It offers him a sense of security, because in busy places like bars, as a thief he's just paranoid of being robbed. And if the thief was as good as him, they could easily get away with it.

However, he wasn't here tonight to be paranoid. Cheyenne was at the bar to relax and drink off his last job, and maybe find some other form of distraction. Which, there was always a possibility of. You just had to look in the right places.

"Howdy," the thief says to the other man; he's good looking and obviously on the harder side of life, so Chey thinks he's looking in the right place. "Can I buy ya' a drink?" He asked innocently, flashing a smile. "Ya' look like ya' need it."