Imagine...
You grinned as you walked behind all the guys, lining up in the men's rest room.
Of course they all looked at you funny. But who gives a fuck? You want a gun. Simple as that. And apparently, this Carl Gallagher can hook you up.
You'd heard rumors about him and his drug bust s little while back and wanted to see this for yourself.
Everyone either feared him, or loved him.
But mostly, they thought he was a wannabe. But oh well...
Finally, the line started moving faster, some leaving with a gun, and some pissed because they didn't get one.
You smirked as the person it front of you walked away, leaving you standing in front of Carl, seeing him eying you, a little smile on his lips.
"What's up boo?"
You rolled your eyes. Please.
"Need a gun. I got the cash. So a pistol would do nicely."
He just stared at you, clearly impressed, before jumping up from the toilet, looking you over once more.
"Ah, you don't need the gun beautiful. I'll be your protection. Anyone fucks with you, they fuck with me."
He looked out at everyone in the bathroom, sending them a look.
"Got it?!"
Some of the nerdy guys jumped, but the rest just shook their heads, not caring a bit.
You simply rolled your eyes again, putting your hand out, the cash facing up.
"Here's the money. Now that pistol Gallagher."
He just smirked, taking the cash from your hand, pulling out a pistol from his bag, handing it to you, winking.
Oh geez...
"Here you go boo. Be safe and all that bullshit. You know where to find me when you want me..."
He smacked your ass, instantly making you smack his arm, making him smile.
You grinned a little as well, walking out the bathroom, all the guys staring at you.
You pointed the pistol at some of them, making them recoil.
You laughed, exiting the bathroom.
Carl Gallagher isn't that bad...
