𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳

Chapter 3. Its Not Equal

Where the hell did that trouble-maker go? I chased him all the way to the city... but here, there's not a moment of silence. There are winding streets and tall buildings to cover the tall man, unlike in the plain open desert. It's such a drag. Warrens City, in general, is a drag.

A long drag. I drop the cigarette, stamping on it's butt. I then set out again, shoving my hand in my pocket and the other swinging my case over my shoulder. I needed my calm now. The smoke to cloud memories, to tell my mind it's none of our business. Our only business is Vash, and I needed only to focus on him.

But, god, do I want some food right now. My stomach is growling so loud, it can probably be heard all the way down in the pits of hell. Food... ah.... AH!

I am suddenly knocked down by a tall man falling on me. He topples into a thomas feeding-trough but I land flat on my face in the dirt. Great.

"Damn... that really hurt," a disgruntled man says, rubbing the back of his head. He stands by doorsteps, so he obviously wasn't the one who fell into me.

"It wasn't me, it was that... guy..." As my eyes follow to where I'm pointing, I screech like an evil vulture, finding their prey after roaming the desert, starving. But my mouth is covered as quickly as I realize.

"Mmash!!" I yell into his hand.

"Hey, buddy!" the man yells. "You bump into someone and you got nothing to say? Hah?"

Vash could tell this man seemed like trouble. "Uh-uh, Hi.. C-catch you later.." Vash begins crawling away until the man claps a hand on his shoulder.

"My friggin' shoulder hurts cause you bumped into me! Ya gotta buy me a drink!" The man looks up. "I don't expect any money I just want you to buy me a drink."

"Uh.. no.. sorry," Vash replies, trying to get away.

"Hey, don't be shy! We're friends!" The man jumps onto Vash, hugging him tightly. "C'mooooon."

"Help me! Help me! Somebody help me! Ma'am! Help me!" Vash squirms under the grip but can't get away. Then he got a little kiss of barf from the drunkard.

"No way, not after that mishap with the grenade, buddy." I turn to stalk away until the man grabs a hold of my foot.

"Hey, why don't we invite the pretty miss to drink with us. C'mon!!" He slowly pulls himself over as his hand is wrapped around my leg.

Both me and Vash shake our heads, but I'm already stuck.

I walk in and the woman there asks for our guns before we sit down. Vash hands his over, getting a comment on how bad it is from the man we met. I take my time.

"I don't want any trouble, pull it out," she says, holding open her hand.

"Yeah, just give me a second." I reach inside my bra, pulling out the two grenades and putting them in her hand. Then inside my jacket for a one edge katana. Then to each side of my belt for one, simple black pistol and one revolver, similar to Vash's but more recent.

"Bounty hunter?" She's not surprised, or impressed. "Is that all?"

I pull out a switch blade from my thigh sheath, "Doesn't hurt to be prepared."

"Staying here you won't need these at all."

"That's good. Okay. I'm just passing through. I'm taking this man in the red coat outta here after this." I go and sit down by the boys.

"A toast to us being friends!" the man says. Then he drank his glass. He says a lot... I can't seem to make out through the slur.

"By the way, I didn't really intend on buying you drinks, but since I am, will you listen to my request?" Vash asks, without wait for the nod of approval. "Frank Marlon. Do you know him?"