Gwen staggered at being elbowed. She didn’t understand why he was so apprehensive about not telling him. It’s not like it was some government conspiracy or something like that.
"Well. There have been a string of bombings. The case might be too much for the police if it comes down to fighting this bomber, so I was called in."
The door opened again. All three pokemon turn to face the entering mon. It was Motely the scrafty. Gwen was confused as to why he was in Kalos, instead of Arcadium.
"Motely! What the hell are you doing here?!"
The scrafty just sat down at the bar. “Well…I live here now. Arcadium is such a meat grinder.” He chuckled. “So I’m moving here. Working as a freelance handy man of sorts.”
Gwen just glared at him. She knew he was lying, as she knew for what reason he is here. “You are here. Just to avoid Lenox, because you know perfectly well what you did to her girlfriend.”
Motely jerked up. “Well it is just one of few factors! Anyway, we are not here to dwell on the past! I hear you guys are after a bomber! I want in on it.” He pulls out a magnum. “I got some little metal friends for out little bomber.
The two mon just watched the interaction unfold before them, and Len gave a sharp glare at the gun.
"Put your gun away before I have to kick you out, sir!"
He said in a threatening voice and some flames appeared on one of his hands, before Dell stood between the two.
"Sir, put the gun away! This club has a no guns allowed policy, even if it’s for show!"
After he said this the flames vanished and Len went to wiping some glasses on the bar.
"So a bomber, huh? What can you do I guess. And Dell don’t be so nervous, I’ve seen you lose a hand a few times before, I’m sure I can handle news about a bomber of all things!"
He said and Dell rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment before sitting at the bar.
"Yeah, sorry for that. Anyway, can I get a burger and a water?"
He asked and Len nodded and looked at Gwen.
"So would you like a meal or drink as well?"
He said, both of them having gone to ignore Motely’s presence there.
The scrafty holstered his revolver the minute the flames went out.
Gwen scoffed at both mons concern of the gun wielding scrafty. While she wouldn’t blame them for being concerned. She knew how badly Motely sucked with his revolver.
"You two have nothing to worry about. He’s more likely to blow off his own foot, then hit anyone. Not even joking. He’s shot his foot 3 times. He even has a term that. Pulling a Motely." She then cackled turning her attention to Len. "I’ll take a Bacardi with some nachos if you got any." She then turned her attention to Dell. "Come on! This is a bar, you gotta have a harder drink then water."
Motely clenched his fist in anger. If there was one thing he hated then being ignored, it’s being mocked. Motely brought his hand towards his holster.
"You son of a-"
Just before he could pull it out, the gun pre fired, hitting the floor, causing the scrafty to jump back in shock. The hole revealed it was inches away from his foot.
Gwen just coldly looked at the ground, then back to Len. “See. What did I tell you.”