[Worm]

Though Tennan was completely focused in her line of work, she felt something deep in the pit of her stomach, telling her that tonight wasn’t going to go as planned. Was it anxiety? She wasn’t used to these discouraging thoughts. She finished the show with fire poi, one of her specialties. However, not very relevant to cowboy times. She still played with the costume they gave her, using guns as handles for the poi.

Ino, however, was given a bit of an advantage. He saw the doors fling open and even though Marco was just a blur, he followed his instincts and flew after him. Quash knew just what to do and charged behind him. The man was fast. He should’ve expected that, since he’d run away from every potential interview. Perhaps that made him more suspicious to the Gunslinger employees. Ino wasn’t built for endurance running. No, he was a beast master and a trapper. Sharp shooting was just a plus on his part. He didn’t plan on striking the lad dead, since the bounty wanted him alive. So he held his pistol with a disheartened scowl.

Quash continued after Marco, his short legs didn’t do him much justice, but for just a moment he was close enough to fling towards Marco and perhaps land a bite. Jaws widened, he lunged and bit the ankle of Marco’s pants, tearing it. Quash held on to the fabric and playfully whipped it around. By the time he looked up again, Marco was long gone. Quash hopped back to Ino with the small scrap of fabric, tail wagging as if he’d done something deserving of a treat. Ino responded with a grimace and sigh. ”Keep that scent.” Was all he said, Quash’s tail slowing to a stop.

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Tennan’s burlesque show ended with jests and cheers. She dipped with a bow, a devilish smile still on her lips. They were painted red tonight. As her headgear scanned the audience, it located the presence of a wanted figure. Two, to be exact. She was only expecting Marco tonight, so this was an added bonus. She’d been wanting to splurge anyways. She licked her lips, head focused towards the boys. If they could imagine it, they would see two eyes fiercely tracking them. The eyes would sit right where Tennan’s headgear sat. She gave them a wink, and watched the audience taper off. Her gut must’ve been telling her that tonight was going to be a much needed indulgence.