Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151224155202/@comment-5583506-20151226215348

Kriegz cracked his knuckles as Evangeline received the shotgun from Remington, reluctantly handing it over to the brute.

Kriegz grinned like a child on Christmas' Eve as the shotgun once again returned to his hands. "Oh, baby... Fuck... Just fuck... How much I missed having you with me", he said to the inanimate object.

As he reached for some shotgun shells in the pockets of his belt, Evangeline whipped her revolver out and concentrated its aim on his head. "Hands down!" she growled.

"Look, bitch. Do you expect Daisy here to sing a wedding hymn for you fuckers without having been fed? No? Well, then point that chicken-shit of a piece from my face and let me do my job, eh?"

He shook his head to her outrage. "Stupid bitch. It's a fucking wonder you are still alive." He inserted the two shells and clicked the shotgun shut with an almost ecstatic expression. "Oh, fuck... I think may have just have popped the biggest hard-on I've had since New Vegas."

Evangeline grimaced in disgust and lowered the revolver somewhat, but still kept her finger on the trigger.

Kriegz then smiled to the Boss. "So, scarecrow, if you want me to act shield to cover your sorry asses, I need to know in which direction you bastards are headed, seeing as we are stuck with each other, eh?"