((OOh, fun, murder.)

Darren looked over at Ronnie before standing up and taking a swift few strides up to her. "We shouldn't let her suffer, Lionel.", He spoke, kneeling beside her. "We've gotta do something.

Edaline regained consciousness only long enough to whisper. "Cup" before starting convulse again. Blood started to come out of her mouth as it dripped down her chin.

He shook his head she didn't have enough time left. "Sebastian, can you look at that damn cup she was holdin'?", Darren muttered, the sight of one of his coworkers dying rubbed him the wrong way.

Idris didn't hear Mae say things like that too often, so he took it with a smile.
"Maybe next time she'll let me. If not than I don't know what I've been doing here for five years."

Dally rolled her eyes with a small smile.
"Of course you do. Just don't break your body to do it, or else you become useless, right?" She replied. She grabbed the needle and pushed it through the skin of the first stab, continuing to stitch the wound closed.
"You should only feel a bit of pressure, but let me know if it ends up hurting and I can numb you up some more."

"I wasn't allowed in fights for a while myself." Mae shrugged. "So one time I decided to rebel and go in without permission. I killed 2 of those damn knights and they let me fight from then on." She smiled. "It's worth the scolding."

Idris nodded, but he couldn't help but glance back still Bee still sleeping on the couch in the corner.
"I'm not sure it's worth her scolding though... Maybe if you back me up I'll consider it." He smiled at her again, but he wasn't even sure if he said that seriously or not. He wanted to help, be useful to this place, but all he did was depend on everyone else.

"Sure." She shrugged. "Nobody really tells me what to do anyways so if I declare that I need you to back me up during the fight I doubt anybody will stop you from coming along. Bee might, but we can just pretend like we didn't hear her."

Idris thought for a moment before he answered.
"Well, I won't let you down if it comes to that." He replied, looking around before hopping behind the counter to get into the fridge. He knew they kept juice in the fridge for cartons alcoholic drinks, so he took the cranberry juice container.

"I thought you said you weren't supposed to be behind the bar table," She said as she cocked a brow. "Rebelling are we?"