It Takes Two To Tango - but Only One to Bang!
“Wait, what?” “Okay - so hear me out.” Craig Cogan steps back from the counter - an oversized pistol that would make John Wayne holler, “Hello Pilgrim” held in one hand. He waves it without looking past a heavyset man who steps out of its aim, before walking down the aisle as he talks. “It’s called a deathmatch.” “People can’t die,” Charli’s voice already sounds exhausted. “Are you sure?” He asks, suspiciously. Closing one eye, he squints down the barrel of the revolver. “Yeah, Craig - you can’t kill anyone. Especially not with a gun.” Cogan stops, scratching his head with the tip of the pistol before aiming it once more, this time with intent, towards the clerk. “I heard it both ways,” he says, pulling the hammer back with his thumb dramatically. The Peoples Champion pulls the trigger and an audible click resounds throughout the room. The shopkeep dives behind the counter. “CRAIG - DON’T BUY A GUN!” “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STORE!” The man yells. His head pokes out, follow
