“You make it a helluva lot harder to make a livin’ out here, y’know that?” Cooper lightly grimaced as he sat at the counter. He waved his fingers some, grabbing the beer that was placed before him. Thoughfully, he took a swig.

He was a bounty hunter. Sure, he didn’t really NEED the caps, but when every job was stolen by this spritely little asshole, it got boring. He was a man of action. And he certainly didn't like newcomers taking his fame, either.

“I have a reputation to keep up. You’re makin’ that hard, too.” He was a touch amused, truthfully. They were annoyingly good at their job.