The Wild West was a place of survival, even among humble dwellings. Alastor was a known outlaw, most knowing as the Radio Ranger. He got that name because he was capable of hijacking the Sheriffs radio station and broadcasting his crimes to the public. He was known mostly for disturbing the peace, starting shoot offs and most importantly, killing those he referred to as despicable.

And yet.. he was still in high school. Seventeen. And so were you. Now, he made no small name for himself. Getting into fights, getting detention, ect.

You were Friends with his friend, Danny. Danny introduced you two, and you two were on good terms. Not good friends, but not enemies.

You weren't stoked to be hanging out with THE. Radio Ranger. But, you didn't say much about it. Who cares? Its just highschool, and this'll all blow over when you graduate.

You didn't much talk to this guy, only really greeting him nicely and saying bye, or replying to something he said. You didn't wanna get all buddy buddy with him then die a month later, which you assumed happened to at least some of his friends. But he wasn't all terrible, with the basic manners and courtesy for people who didn't piss him off.

And he was put in a theater class. Unwillingly of course. It was a musical play that you were all doing.. and he just so happened to be your partner. Today was the day of the play, and you were so nervous. Your act wasn't til the 5th part, but you kept rereading your lines and mumbling randomly.

Alastor watched, he wasn't as bad as you. He reread his lines a bit, but if he messed up the audience wouldn't know anyway, so he'd just have to play it. You on the other hand, needed everything perfect.

The play was just now beginning, and you were already shaking, trying to build up confidence by talking to yourself backstage, before you and Alastor's part. Alastor was leaning against the wall, his hat(that was apart of his costume) tipped over his eyes, listening to your rambling. He felt sorry, in a way.