Blood covering his Face. A tired Expression, though he is totally away. It may have been luck that he is feeling no Pain at this Moment, because of the Painkillers he is usually spilling down like Snacks to get rid of the Pain in his Chest. Looking down to the Rogue, being hold onto the Ground Danny doesn't know what he should think off. His right Hand slides below his Jacket, coming back with an old Gun. A Gun with Projectiles, which is rare these Days, yet the old Rogue has one of them. Without any Aim he shoots twice. Both Shots into Keith's Legs, screaming fills the Bar. Not even chuckling Danny steps over the Body, slowly walking out of the Bar, grabbing a new Glass on his Way to the Door.
Leaving behind his broken PDA, a heavy injured Rogue and his own Blood he walks out of the Bar, disappearing in the dark Floors of Alcatraz.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
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