Too bad. The other guy looked like he could be a heap more helpful. Dee’d barely got a gander of the other one, but she saw his impressive muscles. She could fit in with athletes keen enough. Dee was starting to regret picking sides with this one.
She especially started to regret it when he asked right off the bat what she was packing. “Uh… I, um… ain’t got crap here. Producers thought they’d get their chuckles by giving me a sword that was a full inch taller than me.”
“On a good day.” She added jokingly.
The boy looked unconvinced. Maybe it was a different deal with the other one. Maybe it was some sorta exclusive alliance where you’d only have your ass covered if you could do the same. That big guy was a trade up. When compared to Dee, two trades up.
It wasn’t a fair in the damnedest. Dee was certain that without a gun, this would keep happening to her. She’d be turned away at the door and forced to scurry off like a rat. That was the best scenario. What Dee really needed was to somehow get her mitts on a gun. She wasn’t gonna use it or nothing, but it was an insurance policy. Guns and bullets were tender here. In this world, Dee didn’t have a pot to piss in, or a window to throw it out of.
“You know, you ain’t gotta say it. I think it’d be best if we just went off on our separate ways.” Dee slowly backed towards the frosted walkway of the exit. She made sure to keep eye contact the entire time just incase he decided to get funny. “If you hoof it now, you might just catch up with your ‘not-friend.’”
Dee took the initiative and skedaddled. She didn’t need him anyways. She didn’t need nobody. Just a gun, a place to pick up her feet, and she could wait this out until something better came along.