" It isn't so much what I see, it is what the actions speak. I can tell she has other things goin' on, but she is still a bit.. angry, at life. " Thomas said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. Finally though, the pain subsided as the area numbed, " No, I don't feel anything now. Thank the lord. "

"True to that!" She chuckled as she drank some more. "I'm going to wake up with a blinding headache tomorrow so please remind me not to do this ever again."

"That's a valid point." Dally replied, grabbing the tweezers from the tray and resuming to poke around the areas before sticking the tweezers inside to search for the bullet.
"Might not wanna watch this. Even the strongest guys get sick at this part." She said calmly.

"Ooh, the stutters gone." He smirked turning to Ronnie. "Is he available?" He said as he arched a brow.

" Even if I do that, we both know full well you are going to do this again. We all do eventually. "

Idris put his hands up. "Okay. If you like it, it's whatever."
He looked down at the floor at the sudden question, sighing. "None. Bee had me stay behind to watch their backs. Put on the sidelines... again..." He mumbled.

" Good idea, I want to eat my dinner later. " He said as he looked away from his arm, which was now tensed up in anticipation.

"I killed three." Mae giggled. "Never saw it coming." She grinned.

A small 'clink' was heard after a minute, and she smiled.
"Gotcha." She mumbled as she positioned the tweezers, delicately grabbing ahold of the bullet, pulling it out of his flesh and setting it on a metal tray.
"Got That our of you, now I just have to cover the wound and the worst one is done. After that it's just stitches for the stabs."

"I said remind me. Not force me." She chuckled. She reached over the bar and got a bottle of tequila. "Haha. Regret in a bottle."