Butcher

[Scar Bourke]

Scar cackled at Pirate, the boy really thought he was something. Well he'd show him something, he couldn't care less about the fact that the lad thought he had the upper hand. He could -say- all he wanted to say but when it came down to it Scar would -do- anything he wanted to do. When he said something about Kelly being Italian Scar mearly lifted an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be shocking? It really isn't, just as Kelly knows I'm Irish. We have a mutual understanding."

With that Scar pulled both of his guns pointing one at Murder, not cocked and one at Pirate with the barrel cocked, just waiting for him to take a step forward so Scar could shed some blood from the arrogant boy. He'd had no intention of this escalating to this point but he didn't take well to being talked down to. And if the boy wanted someone to end up in a casket Scar would make damn sure it wasn't him. "I'd take a step back if I were you, lad."

At that point he cocked the barrel of the gun pointing at Murder and glanced between them both. "A man can't even buy some meat and have a conversation without some dumbass stepping in." He nodded his head towards Pirate, "I meant you no harm lass, just a bit of conversation and I was going to be on my way.

[muder]

Heather rolled her eyes at the comment about him coming in and shooting her. Posturing. Men.

Scar Bourke, miss."

Heather smirked. "Heather. You obviously know my last name."

She was going to say more, but all hell broke loose, and ended with guns being drawn on her. Damn men and their stupid need to show eachother how big their guns were. She growled low, her patience warn out. She hadn't been able to get the damn shotgun..and here she was, gunless, between two loose cannons of men.

Turning to the blonde man, Heather pointed her finger at him. "Who the hell are you? You are talking a lot of crap about what I can do, and I don't know who the HELL you ARE!" She didn't need loalty--she couldn't take Scar if he had guns and she knew it; all this posturing from the unknown man was going to cause more problems...

and she ended up wtih a gun pointed in her face.

She turned her attention to Scar and the cocked gun, now wagging her finger at him. "And you--you think you're the only one who wanted to buy some damn meat! You're the one who started the big bad wolf gig!" She threw up her hands. "Now I'm going to have to deal with my damn father trying to find me. I swear, if you don't shoot me, I'm going to kill you both later." She was livid, glowering, and arguing with two men without a single weapon in her hand.

[Scar Bourke]

Scar registered her words of not knowing the other man and felt that no immediate threat came from her so he lowered the gun that was pointing at her to his side. Though he would be quick to raise it again if the need arrised. He turned to Pirate and smirked, "Look like the lass doesn't want your help boyo."

He was immensly happy at that thought considering that something about the girl made him want to bed her immediately. "Well lass, I think I like having a finger waved in my face if your the one doing it." He gave her a wolfish grin but kept his focus trained on Pirate. The boy seemed to be more unstable than Scar himself and that was something shocking. "I won't tell your da, if he doesn't."

Then Scar winked at her before continuing, "And if he does I'll gladly help you rip him limb from limb if you ask nicely." Yeah he was laying it on thick and loving every moment of it.

[pirate]

"And so do I, ma'am. And you not knowing who I am is better for me.."

Pirate rolled his eyes as his own annoyance stepped into play, he wasn't a child and frankly had more under his belt than this fool did.

As the man spoke to Heather he saw his out and was more than irritated that he had to deal with it, "Fool making such a scene.." Because two guns was more of a scene then one but he was quick and made a break for it. If someone happened to call the cops he didn't want to be around for it.

With a growl he moved out of the man's line of sight and vanished out the door, leaving nothing but the tinkle of the bell overhead to signal his departure. He was going to go find Fibs--- he needed someone to talk to while his finger was still itchy on the trigger of his gun.

[muder]

Heather raised her eyebrows at Scar, shaking her head. Honestly, the wolves always found her. And here this one was half threatening, half....heavily hitting on her. If she thought she would fall for it, he was wrong. Though, she'd admit, it was nice to have that sort of attention after a while; Lucas wasn't one for that.

Turning to face Scar again, she shrugged, raising her eyebrows. "Now I am going to buy my meat, and walk out that door. Are you going to cause any more problems?"

[Scar Bourke]

Scar smirked when Pirate left, not really giving a damn since he hadn't wanted to fight so much as talk anyway. He lowered his weapons and put them away before holding his hands in the air. "Depends on what kind of problems you mean...." He let the sentence fall off and grinned widely before giving her a wink. "I'll settle for some good ol' fashioned talk."

[muder]

Heather rolled her eyes. "...the way you do that, I'd think that you must be used to women falling for you." She turned back towards the butcher block. "...I think you'll find I don't fall for those things, Scar." She smirked. As flattering as it was, it took more than that.

"Richard!! I want my meat now!" She crossed her arms, waiting for her father's man to come back out.