>>5720494Still a little miffed at Pepper using you as a blast shield, you turn your attention to the mountain of items you found inside the drawers!
And shit, man, you have no idea how you didn’t react to these before because godDAMN!
The first thing you notice is a <span class="mu-s">METAL FLASK–</span> the kind you always saw your mom chugging from back when you used to do Little League games. Unscrewing the cap and giving the interior a good sniff, your nostrils are tickled by the pleasant scent of <span class="mu-s">RYE WHISKY</span>! Oh yea, that’s the ticket!
“And here I am without any coffee to mix it in…” Pouts Pepper as she peers at the flask from <span class="mu-i">under</span> your shoulder since she just doesn’t wanna stand on her toes anymore. Who said <span class="mu-i">she</span> was getting any?!
The girl responds by sticking her tongue out at you, but you ignore her. After all, you’re <span class="mu-i">WAY</span> too preoccupied by what might just be the <span class="mu-s">BEST FIND</span> all night!
<span class="mu-s">5 HAUSER-BRAND PONGOS!</span>
Oh, and you also found a <span class="mu-s">SMALL-CALIBER REVOLVER…</span> one that screams ‘<span class="mu-i">self-defense</span>’ and not much else. We’re talking self-defense from, like, a <span class="mu-i">small dog</span> or something. Tiny.
Still, it’s better than nothing given the shit that’s happened tonight! Popping open the cylinder, you’re simultaneously relieved but also somewhat put-off by the fact that there’s only <span class="mu-s">ONE CARTRIDGE</span> inside.
Self-defense indeed…
“Looks like a <span class="mu-s">.38</span> to me, skip.” Remarks Pepper as she paws at the firearm’s pearl grip. Let me guess, you groan as you raise the weapon far above her reach, <span class="mu-s">MeTube Tutorial?</span>
“Nope!” She replies with a shake of her fiery head, “Covered a few wars, y’know!”
Okay, <span class="mu-i">that</span>’s bullshit.
“Wildest Summer Vacation I ever went on!” The girl chirps as Raj returns with the bear still attached to his head!
“You’re still grounded for that, right?” He asks, prompting the girl’s expression to shift into a pout.
“Dunno why they’re so mad–I bought my own plane ticket…” She mutters. Hokay, you interject as you hastily shove the weapon into your pockets, this thing’s sticking with you for now!
Quit <span class="mu-i">REACHING</span>, damn it!
>CONTD. 