"Drunk? That's the best you could come up with? That's pretty sad." she kept her pistol trained on her

" whats sad is that your about to kill me for no good reason. i'll never see my dad aging, he doesn't need that too, his legs already stoped working."
she is starting to cry

She felt no pity or sympathy. She just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. You better get a move on neorealism I shoot you in the head."

Alister couldn't help but to laugh a little at that.. His laugh was incredibly dark and eerie.

Thyme walks over
when she is a few feet away, she lunges, showing her wings
the sharp claws are in front of her eyes
one scraches agingst her cheek, makeing it bleed
" i'm not going with you, even if you shoot me, you'll be dead, or blind at least."

"Well then go," she growled. "Go back to your dad."

Alister decided to step in now and walked over, he looked intimidating compared to the two. " Look- scram. I don't want to get my clothes dirty. Either behave- or back off. "

"What do you think you're doing? I don't need you to fight my battles. I don't want you fighting for me."

" You got hurt and are just standing there what the hell am I suppose to do, let you get hurt? " He asked, glaring at her.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What happened to not caring?" Now that he was closer, it was quite obvious that she was petite. She also had stormy gray-blue eyes that seemed to constantly be shifting. Her hair was blonde, but it was starting to turn brown at the roots.