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Amma shook the man's hand and turned her head to the glass again, wondering what she had ordered. She then lifted it to her mouth took a long gulp, and then finished the drink down in nearly a second flat. Her mind was too worked up about the situations she had to fix. Get her money back from that b*****d boy, kill that stupid wench Lacey, and most of all, not get seen by someone who knew here with these two.

Especially, King. He'd blow a socket, most likely kill the two, then complain and complain for months on end that she had almost gotten herself messed up or something worst. She hated being looked at by a little kid from him...but also enjoyed it. With him at least she knew she was safe. Part of her trusted Cherokee though too...even if she met him only about 20 minutes ago. She frowned at the empty mug until the two men began to talk again.

Her multi colored eyes looked back at them curiously. A smile came on her face when Cherokee mentrioned her, feeling somewhat liked...which she only felt from Darius, or when she gave pathetic kids a second chance to give her money back...which always bit in her the butt.

"Heh. It's alright big guy," she said, "If Lorenzo wants to hit me off to the sewer...I'll be fine, that's life." Her voice pitched to a pathetic, begging tone, and her eyes looked to Lorenzo with such sadness that one would think she was about to start bawling.

((I want breakfast...*stumbles downstairs*))

((OMGZSORS.... and such like.))

Cherokee raised his glass in Enzo's direction almost as a nod and drained the remains of his glass. He then set back down on the counter lightly as the bitter mess washed down his throat. He said nothing of the 'Sitting Bull' crack. Didn't bother him then, doesn't bother him now, though the 'lonely' comment made him give what was the closest he had ever come to a groan. He exhaled heavily, and dropped his head in a large hand.

He deserved that... but he still couldn't understand just WHAT was wrong with him. Maybe he WAS lonely and he just didn't know it yet, but that didn't make much sense since he could have choosen any woman that would have been safer and not so damned risky. ANY woman, he emphasized, mentally shaking himself. Either way, he'd have to stop picking up random girls from rival gangs if he wanted to keep his life until he at least reached proper drinking age.

Shaking his head he lethargically got to his feet and made it for the door. Though, he turned briefly and fixed his eyes on Lola, waving for her once to come if she wanted. Then he was gone.

He caught up with Enzo easily on his long legs and fell into an easy slow stride just beside, his hands in his jean's pockets, and his head tilted back slightly to look up. Though, he looked down as Enzo let out an startled and angry exclamation. He was looking at a body just before their feet.

Enzo was quick to draw a weapon. Cherokee knelt down beside the dead kid and examined the scene lightly. Looking carefully he noted where the blood had fell, where the bullets had struck him in the back, and all other matters until he finally looked at his face.

"The new kid." He said, still kneeling on his haunches, light eyes unreadable. Though, then with a sudden movement he had risen to his feet, gun in hand, and shot into the dark. There was a grunt, and thud as someone fell.

"There's more than one." Was all Cherokee said and he was right, for it was then several others emgered from the dark, leering and angry.

It was too dark and dim to see if they might have been wearing gang colours, and they weren't anyone Cherokee had made contact with before. Though, he knew that they had killed the kid, and that was about all that mattered. They came filthy and murderous, emerging like a pack of animals with guns into the dim and greasy light. Cherokee was quick to let them know not to step any closer. He shot off a bullet just before their feet. They halted and bared their stained teeth into sinful smiles.

"Evening, gents." Came a mocking voice, rough quick, and fluid. "Gotta an issue with the trash in the street? It ain't like we litterin' or anything." Though then the voice became angry. "What the HELL do you think you're doing shooting into the dark like that?!" He wanted to know.

A bigger guy just beside piped in: "Yeah! You just upped and killed him! That wasn't nothin' fair, man. That's nothin' fair."

((hahaha, YAYS!...? And Cherokee doesn't... say things... hahaha, he figured Enzo would do the talking... and hahaha, this made me think of; I CAST MAGIC MISSLE INTO THE DARKNESS!... sorry.))

Ah, always leave it to the big guy to calmly sort things out. Enzo narrowed his eyes dangerously when the others emerged and stepped forward, over the kid's body. For the time being, no more shots were going to be fired, but it was a tense truce. Lola, at least in Enzo's mind, had all been forgotten.

The dark haired italian scowled at the greeting. He'd heard that voice before. "We DO have an issue with the trash in the street," his voice held a dangerous note, "Seems like its killing good people."

"As for shooting into the dark... I don't think that's really worth answering. If you can't figure it out yourself, you'd be a little too dim to understand it anyway." He glared at the big guy, training a slightly shaky gun on him, "And you up and killed this poor kid," He used his free hand to indicate the body behind him. "And you shot him in the back no less. How fair is that, hmm? HOW FECKING FAIR IS THAT?!" His gun hand twitched, and the big guy flinched.

"Cherokee, is that fair?" Enzo asked the larger of the two, giving a thin smile. "I don't think that's fair. And how many of them are there? I count at least three... Well, two now."

THen Lola spoke up, making Enzo jump. The gun in his hand went off and richocheted ((haha how the heck do you spell that?)) off the wall, planting itself painfully into his own shoulder. He grunted, but otherwise seemed impervious to the pain. He could feel that it had simply gone through, and the combination of the alcohol, the need for something stronger, and his flaired temper, pain wasn't the top of the list of things to experience. Though, his arm hung limply at his side. "They are plain stupid," He growled, taking another step forward and once more cocking the hammer of the gun. His other arm was the one that had been hit. "The girl's right, who DO you run with?"

The guys backed up a step, startled by the fact the small guy in front of him had just taken a bullet. His OWN bullet. "What's it to ya?" The big guy muttered, trying to sound like he wasn't thrown off his buff tone.

"I wanna know."

((haha SOMEONE ELSE'S TURN! *prods Aka*))

Amma glanced up when Cherokee moved to gaurd her slightly. She grinned but then looked back over to the others with anger. The minute they said they were loners she let out a rather loud sigh of relief, hoping no one caught it and looked back to the dead body.

When one of the men said they owed them, her eyes narrowed. The face...she wondered carefully and when Cherokee shot them she quickly ran to the dead body and rolled it over. The face that starred up at her, made her body tense up with both anger and suprise.

"Damn it..." The boy. It was the same boy that needed to give them money. "You killed this kid." She said heavily to the thugs that were looking rather wild and angered now by getting shot twice. Her hand grabbed her gun in her pocket and stood up, forgetting all about the two behind her. "You little-"

"Wait a minute." Came a deep voice, frighteningly familiar. Awww crap. Amma thought and followed the small group's gaze to the side of the scene where King stood. Amma's eyes widened before she quickly turned around and covered her face.

"I'm not here." she whispered over and over, knowing he'd seen her already.

"What are you doing? What's going on here?" King glowered and looked to the boy and then towards Cherokee and Lorenzo. "Awww, A-"

"Loooolllaaaa" She said in a obviously acting tone and turned back around.

"Lola?"

"Lola."

"Lola."

"Yeup..." Amma looked towards the group of guys who looked freaked out now, having the notorious co leader of sting and now two huge guys to face.

"Well, Lola. Why's this boy dead?"

"They killed him. We were gonna kill them back ya know. Cherokee over there, nice guy let me tell ya, was protecti-"

"The hell?" King a.k.a Darius, looked to Cherokee with obvious jealousy but also defense and then bent over the boy.

"Er...hey...you're not going to try CPR are you? Cause magic lips don't work unless it's with Lace. And your lips sure as hell aren't magic...I mean from what I've heard. And he's dead, cold, stone, ya know, out. Gone to hell, or heaven...hell I'd suppose."

"Shut up Amma."

"LOLA! LOLA! YOU STUPID HEAD!"


((Haha yeah...I wanted to do something to destroy her act...plus I'm half asleep. D: ))

((Homgs post again! HOMGS! O_O))

Cherokee seemed to take Lola's sudden unmasking quite well. In fact, he seemed to take all situations quite well. His face remained even and unchanging and he said nothing. He looked to Darius briefly at his contemptuous glance, but seemed very uninterested. His eyes instead looked to Amma, his pale eyes bright in his dark face.

There was nothing to say, and somehow his gaze, the way he looked at her, was perhaps crueler than anything he could have said. It was cold, and uncaring. It was betrayed, and untrusting. He stared at her wordlessly for another moment before lowering his gun and turning on his heel.

He then cut and ran down a sharp corner and away, Enzo with him.

"Sorry." Was the one word he spared to his partner as he ran. He had really screwed up, and there was no point in denying it.

((... ta dah?))

((Muuuuuwah, I guess I should POST NOW))

Enzo remained determinedly silent as they ran, gritting his teeth against the pain in his shoulder. It was finally coming through now that his adreneline was running low. Though, about a hundred things at once were running through his mind. So that was Amma, eh? Sting's leader. She didn't look like much, but then again, looks could be quite decieving. Obviously she was good at what she did, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a position...

Though, he was pulled from his thoughts by his friend's simple apology. At that, the young man slowed his run to nothing more than a shuffle forward, his eyebrows drawn together, "Yeah, yeah, it's alright..." He said, "You didn't know..." Enzo tucked his gun away and clutched lightly at his shoulder. "I'm going to have to go to the hospital for this." he twitched, "I think I'm the stupid one. At least you didn't shoot yourself." He gave a wide, slightly crazy sort of grin.

"...What's that paper in your pocket?"

((Haha there isn't much I can do at the moment, so go on ahead. And I'll jump in when I can. X3 Cause all there is to do for her is to get home and throw up...sleep...and whine. And no one cares about that. :] ))