Blood Gulch Arms - Thursday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

In a bit of a better mood thanks to the target practice, Tex opens the shop a bit later than usual. She's starting to make progress on tracking down the pulse rifles and has made contact with a potential supplier.

Yesterday's sign is still up on the door:

Special offer: gas mask and goggles
Price: $46
Students: $37


((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.))

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John decides to go into town before his classes for the day. The weapons store catches his eyes and makes him think of Aeryn, which is weird but nice.

He opens the front door slowly and steps just inside the door. "Hello?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex looks up from what she's doing and groans softly. "Let me guess, you want a gas mask?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John shakes his head. "No, I just wanted to stop in and see what you had. A friend of mine would really like this place."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Is that so?" Tex sounds slightly bored as she isn't all too convinced about whether or not this guy is serious about buying. Nevertheless, she pushes forwards the the two (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_weapons_in_Halo:_Combat_Evolved) brochures (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_weapons_in_Halo_2) on the counter. "You can see what I've got to offer in these. What exactly would your friend be interested in?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John takes the brochures and looks them over. "Uh, I'm not sure what Aeryn would like. I know she's a gun girl. And not wimpy guns either."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex looks at John in surprise, not that he'd notice it as her armour remains expressionless. "She likes pulse rifles, I'm starting to see her preference myself."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"That's right!" John says with a snap of his fingers. "That's the one I named Worthington. So, she's been here then?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Tex says cautiously. "Depends on who you are."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Uh, we're kind of...together," John says awkwardly. "Dating, you know. So, we're pretty close."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

No, she doesn't. Not really, but she just nods. "Tell her I might have something for her next week and she's free to pick up her rifle if she wants it back."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You fixed Worthington?" John smiles broadly. "I could hug you if I didn't think the metal would hurt and that you'd kill me."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Fixed it?" Tex tilts her head. "No, she left a rifle here."

She considers for a moment, then leaning her hands on the counter, she leans in to John. "I might be able to help out there."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John leans on the counter too, lowering his voice. "How so?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"You bring in the rifle, hand me over some cash and I'll find a way to fix it." Tex says simply.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John considers the offer. "So, if it's in pieces, you want me to just bring you the pieces?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"No, I want a paper on it and I'll use my psychic powers to fix it." Tex rolls her eyes and just barely restrains herself from hitting the kid on the head. "Of course, you idiot."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"No need to be snippy," John says. "I know nothing about weapons so I'm just making sure a weapon that's in pieces can be fixed before I try and take a weapon from a woman who's killed for less then that."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"It depends on how many pieces it is in. I'll have to see it before I can tell you anything," Tex replies.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John nods. "Cool, fine." He hesitates before asking, "Is that armour comfortable?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Not that it's any of your business, but yeah it is." There's some pride in her tone as she answers.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John nods. "So, did Aeryn show in particular interest in anything while she was here? Not for anything bad. Christmas is coming up and I'm just planning on getting her thing she likes."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Relaxing a bit, as a guy giving a girl a gun is always a good thing, Tex nods slowly. "She seemed mostly interested in the plasma weapons," she turns the (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_weapons_in_Halo:_Combat_Evolved#Covenant_weapons) brochures (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_weapons_in_Halo_2#Covenant_Weapons) to the appropriate pages. "Give me a few more days and I'll have what she really wants."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John examines the brochures carefully. He wants to make it appear that he has some idea what's going on when he really doesn't. "Huh. Okay. So, I should wait then if something she really wants is coming in later." On a whim and because he can't control himself, he asks, "You gonna sell armour like that?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"No," Tex snarls in reply. "You don't buy armour like this."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John isn't phased by the snarl. He's still fascinated by the armour. "It's cool. How much firepower can it withstand?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"A lot," she decides to change the subject. "If you want to buy a gun without her knowing that I've got the goods, you might want to convince me to keep my mouth shut for a while."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Well, I don't buy if I wanna buy a gun for her or not. I'm just looking." John looks around the shop once more. "How do I convince you to do that? Keep quiet, I mean."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"It's not hard, kid. Some green should be able to convince me to call you about the shipment first." Tex says casually.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John frowns and digs his wallet out. "I've got twenty bucks on me. Can I do installment payments?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Twenty bucks will do," Tex says, holding out her hand. "Save your money for the actual gun, kid."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John hands over the twenty dollar bill. "And you'll just call me?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"I'll call you when I recieve the delivery. You get a first look at it. If you're not interested, I call Aeryn. If you're interested, it will cost you one of these," she holds up the dollar bill, "per day that you want me to keep my mouth shut."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John grimaces but nods slowly. "Right. If I buy something, will you let me touch the armour?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"I'll think about it," Tex says flatly.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Cool, thanks." John smiles. He jots down his phone number and slides it across the counter. "Appreciate your help!"


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[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex just nods and puts the money and phone number away in a drawer beneath the counter.