You don't control me, Dixon

➋ 46: The First Notch

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"Son of a bitch. They're alive."

I watch as the two struts in, I glance as Ricks tense form as he inches his hand off his gun. I sigh angerly and throw my hand off my baby.

I sit wedged between Hershel who, despite drinking that bottle seems ok, for the most part anyways and Rick. Glenn sits on the other side of Hershel.

The heavy man plopped into a chair from a table and introduces himself "I'm Dave.
That scrawny-looking douche bag there is Tony."

I tense as 'Tony' leans next to Rick, my hand twitching to my jacket. As I fiddle with the zipper of the leather jacket the thin man dared the thick to eat him.

I eye Tony as he creeps behind the bar continuing to chat us up as he fiddles underneath the bar. "We met on I-95 coming out of Philly. Damn shit-show that was."

Glenn who's voice was tense had a looser body, he probably noting Rick and Is tenseness. "I'm Glenn."

Tony smiled at him and drawled "It's nice to meet some new people." as he leans on the top with his hands hidden from view he looks at Rick, the man next to me responds quickly with his name.

He then turned to me and his smile widened, as his lips twitch with his eyes my heart pounds.

"How about you sweetheart? Ya got a name that you want to tell me?"

I narrow my eyes and as calmly as I can say "I do have a name, and no I don't want to tell you."

The man whistles and eyes me, I glare as he points at my injuries "Well- what about those? These men beating on you?" His voice grows husky "Want is to whisk you away?"

I roll my eyes as Rick interrupts "She's fourteen."

Tony eyes me further and tilts his head. I tap Rick with my foot and he backs off, I glare at the man until he moved to Hershel as he pours a drink for himself.

"How about you, pal? Have one?"

I shift in my seat as I stare longingly at my water bottle, Glenn glances at me and to my bottle of water. He shakes his head and slides the water over, I grab it quickly and give a thumbs up to the young man.

"I just quit."

Tony chuckles and lets Dave chat as he stares slightly. I turn fully to face him and stare back until he snaps back to Hershel "You've got a unique sense of timing, my friend."

As he tries to push a cup to Hershel I block the drink with my hand and let it bump back to his hand. I stare at the rough hair on his upper lip, the classic I'm a teen and I have a beard. Put the beard in quotations.

"His name's Hershel."

Tony -once again- stares at me with all I can say is hunger until Rick snaps him out of it "He lost people today, a lot of them."

Tony's drink was rose as he mused "I'm truly sorry to hear that. To better days and new friends. And to our dead-- May they are in a better place."

As he downs his drink he turns and grabs something off the top self-showing the piece that's hidden in his waistline.

I unzip my leather jacket -fully exposing my arsenal- as Rick rests his hand on his own gun as he turns to face the two of us.

He lets an easy smile, one that someone wouldn't have in this situation, two people in of which is filled with weapons, and he's smiling like I'm flirting.

"Ah. Ah."

My fingers curl around the handle of my smallest knife and tense, ready to launch over the bar as he grabs the handle of his own. I stare as he places it down on the bar in front of us bragging "Not bad, huh? I got it off a cop."