#garrison generations

Cocking an eyebrow, Wally didn't even have to give Jane a second glance to tell that she was plum tired. The look she sported was one he found himself a little too familiar with; be it on himself, or a fellow co-worker during crunch week. He cracked a smile as his brow creased.

"Yeah, s'fine," he responded, "Cant complain 'bout the work ya did! Just comin' in for an oil change. Wanted to hop in n’ say hey."

(( Continued from here; @garrison-generations ))

Wally couldn’t help but grimace as smoke continued to billow from his car. He must’ve really done a number to the poor thing if it was that bad! A pang of frustration struck him through the gut, and the man let loose a groan of frustration.

“If it’s not one thing, it’s another!” he huffed. He walked around to the side of the car, scratching at his scalp furiously, “All wet’s right. Today’s left me with a pretty nasty curve...” he propped himself up against the car with one hand, causing it to wobble from his weight. He glared at the front of the car for a moment as he prayed desperately that it was just overheating.

A swig of coffee, a flutter of the newspaper--to anyone else, Dero would have looked distracted, perhaps too tired to be paying attention to what was going on around him. However he wasn’t one to let his guard down so easily; he was alert as ever, despite his lack of sleep trying its hardest to get the better of his steel will.

The moment he caught ear of a scuffle outside, the gunslinger had set his cup down and was already on his feet, trying to keep his itching trigger finger off of his holster. It was perhaps nothing too serious; small skirmishes and fights weren’t all that uncommon and usually sorted themselves out. However he was one to scope these things out. Just in case. You never knew when--

The sound of a gunshot rang loud and clear, almost like a rude greeting when he stepped foot out of the inn. A chill passed though his body, his gun immediately in his hand. His boots kicked up dust while he quite nearly flew to the source of the sound, his bright blue eye widening with horror when he saw the sight before him.

Jem, a woman he considered a good friend, sprawled on the ground in pain as blood seeped from her shoulder, and the man who shot her readying himself to make the finishing blow. A surge of burning rage set him into motion. While Jem was merciful, Dero was anything but and didn’t hesitate for a moment to deliver a killing shot--though in his haste to Jem’s side, he didn’t bother to check that he had actually done the bandit in, though he was satisfied to hear the blood curdling scream the man produced when the shot hit its mark.

Truth be told, Wally wasn't paying all that much attention to who he had been "following" for the past couple blocks. It hadn't even occurred to him that he had been! He was far more focused on getting himself home after a friendly conversation had gone on a little longer than either of them had expected. Walking in the dark of night was a little tenser than one would expect...

The red head found himself more distracted by his surroundings, making sure to keep alert to his immediate vicinity. Though as it grew late, his mind grew all the more distant--he hadn’t noticed that the other ran off, and he didn’t really hear the furious feet that were fast-approaching. At least, not until it was too late! The other hit him with enough force to topple him over with a loud, “OOMPH!”

“Hey, hey!” he shouted, “What’s the big idea--” he glanced up to see an old friend of his, and his expression immediately changed from angry, to pleasantly surprised (if not a bit confused.).

Of all the things he was, why couldn’t he be a mechanic?! Wally swore crossly under his breath as he looked under the hood of his car, having to take a step back as a rush of heat and smoke billowed into his face. He impulsively coughed, waving a hand in front of his face to dissipate the smoke. Well, that was clearly beyond a quick and simple fix, wasn’t it? One hand on his hip, he ran the other through his hair, inhaling sharply.