Blood Gulch Arms - Monday

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Tex opened shop as usual. She certainly wasn't happy that, as usual, there was a duck waiting outside on the pavement. Maybe Red wouldn't mind a duck genocide? Or she could simply throw a plasma grenade at it, but she doubted Red would be happy with that. What Tex really needed was a drink, but she wasn't so sure the brothers would be thrilled with her going into the pub.


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