It was late and you were lost. First day moving into Springfield and you lose the address to your new place, great. You really shouldn’t be walking the streets at night yet here you were, trying to find some shelter and something to eat. You come to a halt when meeting the gaze a shifty criminal and his gun. He’s demands you for your wallet and like any good insane person—you run.

You take shelter in a nearby bar, bursting through the door with so much force you thought you might’ve broken it off its hinges. You slam it behind you, startling the bartender—who seemed to be alone at the time—his eyes flicking to yours instantly.

“Hey- hey! Were closed! Can’t you read—“ he shouts, leaning forward when gesturing to the ’closed’ sign, but he stops when he catches sight of Snake.

“You! You dirty bastard, get the hell out of ‘ere!” Moe retaliates instantly all while reaching from beneath the bar top to grab something neither you nor Snake can see. Within seconds the bartender has his very own shotgun, aiming it towards Snake with an intensity that sends a shiver up your spine. Thankfully, the other guy seem to take the hint and leaves with a grumbled curse.

Once the door shuts behind him, you’re left alone with a now exasperated gun-wielding bartender—at least he was on your side?

“That stupid son of a bitch,” he grumbles, putting his weapon away. He glances up, noticing you hadn’t left yet. Upon seeing the sheer terror in your features, he can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt with how visibly rattled you were. He rubbed the back of his neck with his palm before letting out a heavy sigh.

“Uhh… listen, you can stay a little longer. Till ya feel better.” He couldn’t kick out a pretty thing like you, especially after something like that.