Party Poison

(The bells at the front of the store dings signifying customers entered the store. Very obvious killjoys due to there bright attire. They make there way to the counter that you lean on watching them curiously and cautiously. The one with bright red hair mirriors your look as they all step up to you. Hands hover slightly over there ray guns, no one now a days can be to careful, the one with the red hair speaks) Needin’ supplies. Gun cartridges, and some water. (He says in a authoritative tone)