10-06-2008, 12:46 PM
Brandon was holding a long bud of weed under his nose, savoring the potent scent. His mind snapped back to reality as he heard his super's voice.
"Shit..." he muttered under his breath, and shifted his trenchcoat, exposing his pistol on his hip. He tossed the bud onto the shelf, and slammed the door shut, before walking up to the two of them.
"What do y'all want?" he growled lowly, as he tapped a claw against the grip of his firearm.
"Brandon, who is it?" a clearly feminine voice called from the kitchen.
"Shit..." he muttered under his breath, and shifted his trenchcoat, exposing his pistol on his hip. He tossed the bud onto the shelf, and slammed the door shut, before walking up to the two of them.
"What do y'all want?" he growled lowly, as he tapped a claw against the grip of his firearm.
"Brandon, who is it?" a clearly feminine voice called from the kitchen.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
