Rade gave a smirk when she busted out laughing. He took a small sip of the drink before answering the girl’s question.
“Vegas actually, which I guess is the N.C.R but It hasn’t done the place much good.” He said staring at the door. He smiled a bit when two Mexicans walked through the bar. One yelled something in Spanish while the other Ramirez brother brandished a .38 on his belt. The other appeared to be unarmed.
The brothers were both fairly young and looked similar. The Ramirez with the .38 was covered in tattoos and a short Mohawk, while the other wore a leather jacket and sunglasses. They both looked like they were from a bad 80’s movie.
Rade looked back at Elizebeth.
“Could you just excuse me for two seconds?” He said quickly before pulling out his 12.7mm and standing up.
“Drop the revolver Hombre!” Rade yelled across the bar at one of the Rameriez his Pistol pointed directly at the head of the Mohawked Ramirez.
"...what she would do next would surprise the hell out of me..."