Tim walks outside on a balmy morning. The hour is early, the sun hasn't even risen. The roosters in the back were just begging to crow, calling the hens out of roosting. Her stretches some, surveying the empty road before him. He holds something in his hand. He walks to the front of tha gas station, putting up a Now Hiring sign where everyone coming in could see it. He teethes on a cigar as he steps back to look over his handy work. Pleased that it won't be missed he heads inside.

Christine had passed by the store on her forays into town, but never really paid any attention.  Until the last time.  Since the clerk at the other store seemed unwilling to help her out with a handgun purchase, she decided to try this one. Later in the afternoon, after class, before going back to the casino.
Stepping into the store, stands for a few moments, looking around, before heading back towards the gun area. Then, stands and gazes around at the weaponry....noting the sign about special orders.

He appears from the back with marked curiousity on his face. He looks over this young, lithe women and smirks.
"Need something to keep the man in line?" he jokes and steps behind the counter. "What can I do ya fer?"

Christine has a faint smile on her lips, yeah, thats just what she needs.  'actually, I'm looking for something small, but able to drop someone should I need to'

"Hmm, well if small is big on you, there are always the .22's. Now, these guns are small and their bullets," he shows her the tiny .22 hollow point. "Are even smaller. Pretty good with a headshot. See, the bullets are so small they only have enough energy to penetrate the skull once. It spends the rest of the time bounicing around inside the skull."
He chuckles a bit, "My daughter says...said that talk like that is morbid."
He shurgs lightly, motioning her over to a display case of handguns. From .22 to your mini cannon the 44 magnum.
"I do not think you can beat the Ruger SP-101 for durability in a small .357 magnum," he says as he pulls one out of the case. He checks the barrell and spins it before handing it to her to hold it. "Here, get your feel for it. If you want, I got a shootin' range out back should you really wanna get a feel fer it."

Sean walks into the store and gives the owner a smile and wave, before he walks around and looks the store over, while he is hidin from the owner somewhat he carefully gets the one of the bb-guns positioned in the front of his pants, and a box of bb-s into his pocket.

He keeps walking around looking things over grabbing a few 39 cent fishing lures which he will bring to the counter to buy.

2008-09-04 17:36:21 sean rolls 5 dice to gankin a bb gun (Diff 7, used willpower) 9,9,1,9,5 (3 successes)

Tim's eyes are immediately pinned on Sean. The boy with dreads locks on to his radar.
"Hey boy!" he calls to him and points to a sign that reads, "anyone caught stealing will be SHOT without question." He only points it out because anyone who looks like a dirty hippie fuck can only be up to no good.
He marks the sign with running his work worn fingers over the butt of his gun tucked into his hip holster.
(2008-09-04 17:59:35 Tim rolls 6 dice to to catch the fucker (Diff 7) 1,8,2,10,4, 3 (1 success)
His eyes don't leave Sean, but he fails to notice the gun in his pants.

Sean puts the 2 dollars worht of fishing lures on the counter and gives the man the money, tells him thank you, and walks out the door strapped with heat...kinda...

With some girls its perfumes, chocolate and flowers, others its jewelry, for her...well, it could be all of them, but a well made handgun just makes her eyes light up.  Either that, or she's thinking over what a well placed shot or two could do to someone.

Chris will look over the .22's, but its the more powerful ones that catch her eyes. While Tim is dealing with his other customer, she'll look them over, picking up one or two, to see how they fit.  Its a good thing Doc insisted she learn how to shoot with both hands, a bit clumsyish, but still...

Mary Jo bats her big brown eyes at Sean as he purchases the fishing lures. She winks at him, whistling as he walks out. Tim doesn't handle the sale or purchase of anything out of a bait shop. That's Mary Jo's trailer trash territory.
Tim returns his attnetion back to Christine.
"So, do you see anything you like young lady?"  

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Chris has been checking out the rutger, carefully, so now, she starts asking questions about it.  How to take it apart, cleaning, loading....all the little things about this particular model.  Finally, she will ask if she can try it out for a few shots.

He will notice, if nothing else, that she does seem rather knowledgeable about firearms in general.  She just also likes to know all the particulars about the one she'll be carrying.

Now, depending solely on the appearence of the customer, Tim decides how he will treat the customer. But, since Christine appears to be a nice girl who simply wants a little protection, Tim is very helpful. He gives her detailed acco8nts on the gun, how to load it, what kind of bullets he thinks she should try, how to clean it. He even throws in a free cleaning kit if she buys the gun and tells her he will show her how to properly take care of the gun.
"Try it out?" he smiles and nods. "Sure, let me load this up for you and if you'll follow me around back, you can try it out on some targets."

Firing at some targets, she can note the action of the handgun, how it feels, even if she is firing left handed, how the rounds are thrown, the general 'feel' of the thing.  She does decide to purchase it, even if it is a bit larger than her little pistol had been.  If nothing else, this should drop most people in their tracks..should there be the need.

When all is said and done...Alisa Ann Johnston of the outskirts of Sandfield will have purchased herself some protection, and will definately be very happy about it.

The id she shows?  Quite legal, and in fact, the person probably wouldn't mind Chris using it at all...since its a slight mispelling of her sisters name.

The ID checks out, and thats all that really matters. He sells her the gun and throws in a cleaning kit and free box of ammo.
"Thank you ma'am and you have a good evening," he says as he places the items in a small box along with a business card. He hands her the box withy a smile.

A sweet smile as she accepts the box, relief, as well as the fact that now she feels a bit better after knowing she can still fire with her left hand.  

Tucking the box into her purse, which makes it rather bulky, but not too bad.  Its time she got back to the Casino.  

In the back of her mind is the thought that this time....no one is taking this one away from her.