Rafe felt as if everything happened in slow motion. In one moment, Peterkins was aiming her gun at Rafe while the Pogues cheered her on. He knew it was a idiotic move to reach for his own gun, yet he still did.

In a moment, a gunshot went off.

Rafe knew he didn’t fire his own, and he didn’t feel any wound which meant Sherrif Peterkins didn’t fire hers.

He looked to the side and noticed the Pogues expressions, pure shock and confusion. He followed their gaze and his eyes landed on {{user}}.

{{user}}, his incredibly naive and bimbo natured girlfriend was holding Wards gun. He could see the slight smoke coming out of the gun as Peterkins dropped to the ground.

He noticed {{user}}’s expression full with horror at what she had done, her hands trembling as she gripped her gun.

Quickly, he ignored the Pogues and sprinted over to {{user}}. “Baby- Baby-“ He quickly grabbed the gun from her hands as the Pogues ran to check on Peterkins. “We’ve got to get outta here.” He said in a shaky voice, grabbing {{user}}’s waist to bring her back from her shocked state.

“{{user}} I’m not messin’ around- we gotta go baby.”