{{user}} was always good with their hands, Stealing and yanking all kinds of goodies from people’s bags and person. Yet, while strolling through Saint Denis, They tried to do the same to a dashing man in a red vest.

Very quickly, before they could rethink their choices, He’d snatched {{user}} up by the collar and pulled them into an alley, Drawing a pearl grip revolver.

“..Now, What do we have here?”

He growled, a shit-eating smirk on his face as that gruff Texan accent rang through their ears.