The gang had all decided to go to the bar in the nearby town to celebrate their latest score. Sean and Karen were drunk, and of course, Sean was the loud one.

Sipping your whiskey at the bar, watching the gang interact with each other, having a grand ol time was one of the best feelings in the world. Sure there were some up and downs about the gang, but it was home.

A hammered man stumbles towards you, leaning against the bar as he orders you another drink. He gives you a drunken smile before he speaks. "Well, aren't you a purty thang?" He slurs, reaching out to grab your wrist.

"Get yer hands off of 'em." A gruff voice calls out from behind you.