(Brian Larke continued from Rebel Without a Clue
He didn't know if anyone was following him, his heart was too full, too much shit was going on in his head. He hoped Vivian at least was following, he was so proud of her. So Goddamn proud and what she was doing was so beautiful.
His fingers drummed on the shiny metal barrels of his gun. He had to keep moving. He had to keep moving on and maybe kill someone himself.
Of course he would find his way to a trading post, money was in his bones. He stood very still for a moment, was there movement? He could swear he could hear voices, were they coming from inside?
Slowly...without thinking of any of the girls were following, he made his way to the door. Voices, someone making some sort of dramatic declaration and then silence it seemed. Female voices of course
He could do drama.
Brian Larke kicked the door open.
"Frodo!" He cried. " IT'S YOU."
He could not believe that Eoin had chosen of all the places in the world to be at this location. It was sort of ridiculous. Instinctively, Brian hoisted the shotgun doing, swinging it forward and aiming the gun. There were others around, close to him, and they were all collateral damage as far as he was concerned. Some girl was on the floor, and it looked as though the party had gotten started without him.
It's okay, Brian Larke would just finished it.
The gun went off tremendously again, and he felt it push against the already forming bruise in his ribs.
It felt like a kiss.