The gun shots rang out across the bar, accompanied by the angry shouts of the various customers, each voicing their own opinion not only with harsh words, but with the bullets at their sides. In response, a young pair, a brother and a sister, ducked out and attempted to run, fleeing the ruckus that the young man most likely caused, if his expression could be any indicator of guilt. Then, by the panicked look on his older sister's face, this was clearly the place she didn't want to be.
With a dash for the exit, the older girl huffed, not quite yelling though getting close to it, "Again, Seth? Why do you have to start shoot-outs everywhere I find work?" The young boy, sullen and shaking, responded, "Ain't my fault, Naomi. That guy was makin' eyes at'cha, so I had to sock him one." She shook her head, leading the two down the same road they had taken many times, trying to see if there was still a place around that hadn't heard of the raudy young boy's actions, and if they were still hiring. Though Naomi was extremely skilled as a dancer and performer of sorts, Seth was just too young to live the wild west life, possessing no self-control or adult reasoning. Wasn't hard to imagine considering he still was 13, and trying to cope without parents or any real guidance.
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Seth
Naomi