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Ajedrez has managed to gain unbloodstained clothes from...somewhere. Except for the boots. The boots are hers. But the point is, she has gained clothes from somewhere and is sitting on the porch of the Cooper, staring off into the distance with a faint frown.

And, yes, there is a gun on the table next to her.

Habits die hard.

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"You appear to have obtained another one, though."

"I had two." Flatly.

"Ah, I see." Bright grin. "I'd offer to give you mine on a loan, but it's not quite the same standard as yours."

"It's not that."

"... Now I'm just confused."

"Sentimental value. My boyfriend gave it to me. Also, it's a damn good gun."

"Oh, right." Joe doesn't have a great understanding of sentimental value. He judges things on how shiny they are.

"Mmm-hmm."

"If you're up for a distraction, we could see what entertainment there is around here." Big grin. "Maybe not much, but looking for it might be fun."

"Yes? If you don't mind that I can't work very fast."

"I'll take extra small steps so that you can keep up." As he stands.

"Gracias, senor."

So.

Standing up.

She clenches her jaw and move stiffly, but she manages to get to her feet.

"Need help there?" Concernedly.

"...please?"

Joe hoists one arm around his shoulder to support her.
"Better?"

She nods, sharply.

"Yes."

"Good. Where should we look first, then? Unfortunately I don't think we're going to find a good tavern anywhere nearby."

Once standing, she moves her arm from shoulders to waist - it doesn't pull so much, that way.

"Sadly. I feel like getting drunk."

"Just because there are no taverns, doesn't mean we can't find a way to get drunk." Joe grins. "We'll just have to be resourceful about it."

"Oh good, I love being sneaky."

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