20 The Wild West (November)

At a local Shake Shake, Dani enjoyed shoving cheesy fries down her throat. Jeff sat next to her begging for just a bit.

"Yass. Eat in front of him," laughed Jaivva alongside Andres and Hakim, while recording it on her Instagram story.

"How did you even afford all of that?" asked Vanessa.

Logan walked to the table, "Wow. A full mouth. Just like how you obtained that gift card".

Dani held her eyes closed and chewed her cheese fries slowly in front of her table of enviers. She then swallowed and grabbed her third serving of cheese fries. Jeff pleaded that among her six trays of cheese fries she can spare a few for him.

Jaivva then recorded while shouting "When the peasants grovel for the scrapings of a queen. They wish to use trivial matters such as blood"!

Logan took a seat to which Vanessa quickly hugged him, "You finally came out with us".

He didn't really care to come out, but Andres was curious when Vanessa's movie was coming out. Logan estimated the movie to be done by summer.

Hugging him tighter, Vanessa asked how many movies he's been in? He didn't know. Logan had been in several movies over the years. It wasn't until a little way into highschool that he was no longer getting any deals. Jeff felt the guilt knowing it was during his leadership that Logan wasn't getting into movies.

"So what happened," asked Jaivva.

Logan batted his brows knowing that The Wild Bunch wasn't an optimal team, but played it off as though he was only lucky in the past. Nearly everyone knew he was lying. But only cheered him up with comforting words.

Jeff knocked on the table gathering everybody's attention. He started by congratulating Vanessa and Hakim for being featured in an anime. A pause was taken for the table to cheer and clap.

He further admitted his guilt of failing as a leader. The sincerity was felt by most. Even Jaivva and Vanessa had already known about his shortcomings. But he swore to change. He swore to be more aggressive and lead them to become pros.

Cheers rang across the little restaurant for his testament. Jeff felt the energy from the cheering merging into his chest and lifting his shoulders. His mouth formed a smile that he could not hold back. Jeff's eyes locked onto Dani's for a brief moment, but they were still not worthy of a cheesy fry.

Wiping his face, Jeff laid out that the next theme was open-world, team-based, and minimal magic. They were likely to use melee and weapons and guns given it was a western theme.

And though El Chales and The Paragon Sisters were their biggest threats, he swore to take them down.

The table began cheering as Jeff quickly reached to grab a cheese fry. But Dani smacked his hand and growled. Jeff pulled his hand back in fear as the rest of the team began hugging and continued cheering him on except for Dani and Logan.

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The burning sun was shining down upon Vanessa's white boots as she flared her spurs. She twirled around popping her hip to her side in her navy blue jeans. Her brown leather crop top draped high expressing her inner fierce. Her hair was flowing white with matching brown lipstick on her lips. She lifted her two fingers and stuck out her tongue. The wink, showing her brown eyeliner, she gave could paralyze quicker than a viper.

Jaivva cat-walked a few feet in the desert next to Vanessa. She wore a black split shirt that was only held together in the center by a single button. Her hair was wild as a fro without law as any cowboy lived, and her chaps flowed down right over her knee-high boots. The chaps were cow print with slits on the legs to reveal the knee-high black boots. Jaivva took a step past Vanessa and flared her torso angled in the same direction as Vanessa. Her tongue graced her top lip with her body angled to show a lack of cleavage.

Dani cheerfully dashed past the two girls and kicked out her knee-high brown boots with the spurs spinning fast. Her beautiful thin legs were exposed from the Daisy Duke Bottoms and her red checkered front tied crop top was smaller and tighter than her brother approved of. Dani kept her natural red hair and smiled with her shoulders rolled back, one hand on her hip and the other one flexing.

The photographer Oaka stood in front, taking their pictures. The girls stood scrolling through their pictures on his camera. They couldn't decide which ones they wanted to buy.

Jeff paced himself around, "We're gonna win this. We're gonna win this. By God we're gonna win this".

"Relax," said Andres, "You know the girls put in their hard work. Or is it little Dani you are upset about"?

Jeff broke down replying in tears, "Dear God".

Logan walked up with Hakim and said with his hand up, "Yo, we have found a bounty. Apparently a creature has been spotted venturing the outskirts of town. It keeps attacking the brewery".

Hakim then added, "It has a nice reward on it too".

Though scared, Jeff heard them out. Logan explained that the town lived in fear of creatures known as skinwalkers. Apparently, they are demons summoned by enslaved Indians. Due to the fact that most of the labor industry is made up of Indian slaves. Therefore the town is against killing them.

"Then stop enslaving them... simple," said Andres looking over at Jeff who also agreed.

"No reason to get over emotional from it," said Logan.

"Well facts Logan, this is based on the real history of what certain people in the past did to others because they lived or look a certain way".

"Good," said Logan, "It's in the past so then leave it there. If somebody is inspired by it from works of art, then that is fine. No need to get emotional from it".

The two continued to argue as Jeff saw his divided team gaff off.

"Hey, Jeff," called Hakim, "We have to wait till tonight anyways to catch the skinwalker. So don't stress yourself too much".

Jeff stared at his team as they continued their nonsense. He only threw himself down on a nearby staircase and tilted his cowboy hat for a nap.