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[saxual]

Everybody around here has got a bigger, badder friend to hide behind. You can bet that if you ruin somebody's day, they'll be back with more firepower to ruin yours.

You're welcome, by the way.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter stands, brushing himself off. There's a little trickle of blood threatening to drip into his eye from his brow, and he rubs at it with the back of his hand. ]

Thanks. But I had it handled.

[saxual]

Really? 'Cause from where I was standing, you were getting thrown into some tables.

[ He picks his way to the space behind the bar, careful not to get any blood on his shoes, and plucks the wanted poster from the wall. He makes his way back to Peter in a similar fashion and offers him the poster. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Well, yeah, it looked like that, but I had a plan in motion.

[ It possibly also involved getting thrown into walls.

He takes the poster from him, pausing to fix the guy with a suspicious look. ]

Why are you givin' this to me? You were the one who took 'em out.

[saxual]

Was I right when I said you weren't from around here? Because I'm lookin' to leave.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His expression goes from suspicion to annoyance. ]

I'm not a taxi service, dude. I don't just shuttle people from place to place. 'Sides, ship's full enough as it is.

[saxual]

[ He gives a derisive snort ] You and everybody else.

Still, take the bounty. I'm not going anywhere near the sheriff after this.

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[ Peter's mouth draws into a thin line as he glances past Midvalley to the carnage behind the bar. ]

What the hell did you do, anyway?

[saxual]

If you hit a human brain with just the right frequency, it won't last long.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Jesus. For a little while, Peter just gapes, then, ]

... What the crap, dude?

[saxual]

Not your style, I'm guessing.

[nostalgiabomb]

Making a dude's brain explode in his skull? Yeah, no. Definitely not for me.

Don't tell me I'm gonna find a wanted poster around here with your face on it, too.

[saxual]

Nah, you won't.

[ Mostly because everyone assumes he's already dead. Probably for the best, considering that a member of the Gung-Ho Guns would have been worth a pretty penny. ]

And even if you did, is that a bounty you're gonna want to try and collect?

[nostalgiabomb]

No, I'm just sayin' -- if you're a wanted man, you pretty much left your signature all over the damn place.

[ Christ. ]

--Look. I'll collect the bounty for you, if you don't wanna deal with the sheriff, but I'm not takin' it. 'Specially if you're expectin' me to take it as payment to fly you outta here.

[saxual]

Now there's a bit of kindness that's bound to get you stabbed in the back around here.

Just take it. I'm gonna get while the getting's good.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ ... Uh. ]

O...kay? And where the hell are you going?

[saxual]

You said it yourself: I left my signature all over the place. Time to skip town.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Okay. Peter was. Pretty gung-ho about the not being a taxi service thing, but the guy did kind of save his ass, and Peter doesn't like owing debts or having loose ends or--

-- shit. ]

... Wait.

[ He says it reluctantly, like he's pissed at himself for having a Code. He turns to stomp his way out of the bar. ]

If you want a ride, then come on. 'Fore I change my mind.

[saxual]

[ Midvalley's eyebrows go up, obviously surprised ]

You don't sound totally sure there. [ not that that's stopping him from heading over to the stage and stowing his sax in its case and moving to follow along. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

You're the guy who said me bein' nice is gonna bite me in the ass, right? Not gonna try to talk me out of it, are you?

[saxual]

I just wanna make sure that this isn't gonna bite me in the ass.

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey. I'm a decent enough guy. I'm not the one turning brains to mush by playing, like, a C-sharp.

[saxual]

[ It's an "A", but Midvalley isn't going to argue that point. Not when this guy offered to get him out of here ]

And the people you're flyin' with?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter purses his lips. Then, ]

They're decent. Ish. [ He pauses. ] You'll probably fit right in.

[saxual]

If that was meant to be reassuring, it's really not.

[ but he's kept company with much, much worse than whatever this guy can throw at him ]

Where are you docked?