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Heso pulled his hat back as he sat at the bar, waiting for his drink. It was more quiet than bars tended to be, but the storms around the island saw to that. Heso scanned the people in the bar, looking for threats. A fat man rested his legs on the table, his belly out and tattooed. Double guns pointed at each other, a feather attached to each one. The gunmen. Never a good sign. The others looked rather harmless, but one of the girls that rallied in the corner gave Heso quite the glare of death. Her eyes were blue, and lit up with lightning. Her hair had been plain black and grown long. Then Heso spotted the problem, there it was on the wall. A poster, a bounty. My bounty. The man in the pic had withered skin that was melting away, eyes so yellow they were golden. Brown hair had been in the picture, but that wasn't there at Heso's head anymore. He realized he should've never trusted in appearances, there was more to this bar than just quietness. He was about to be trapped. "Oi. Hurry up. Give me the drink." Heso rushed the worker, who smiled in response. "Oh? You shouldn't be in a rush. This is the last drink you'll enjoy in quite a while." Heso took a step back, pulling two guns out. One was pointed at the fat man, the other at the waiter. "Typical mistake. You ignore the real issue." The girl with thunder eyes shot up, firing her own weapon. A hook flew into Heso, stabbing into his shoulder and dragging him to the ground. "Didn't want to harm a lady." He whispered, clutching his wound. "A lady? Haha. That mentality is old, pirate, as old as you. I am a gunman now." "Lesson learned." Heso pulled the hook out, and took something from his belt, firing it at the ground. Smoke rippled throughout the store, and everyone was too busy coughing to realize Heso wasn't. He walked out of the bar, his guns back in their place. "Can never get a rest these days."
