Dusty watched as no one came to him, signaling that no one got hurt, or they just didn't want to see him. He was used to this, being left out; at school, mostly. It never bothered him, he had his collection of friends, "All dead now." He thought and then realized that meant his bullies were dead too, he couldn't help but give a little smile. It's not that he wanted them dead, yes he thought about and fantasized it, but turning into an undead, unthinking, killing machine was not one of his fantasies.
As the group approached the store, Dusty realized he was still without a partner, breaking the first rule. He looked and saw William with Tori, Jasmine with Avy, and Rain looking close to Zara. He liked this group, everyone was interesting a different way. Although he had to admit that Rain and Moon, two of the most hippie sounding names he had every heard, only one was a hippie. Rain was very intelligent, and maybe he'd like to exchange random facts with each other sometime. Looking he saw that only Jace was without a partner, having left Dodger in front. Jace seemed cool to him, always doing badass things, and it made him feel safe, he guessed. "Nothing wrong with that." He told himself, before e jogged over to Jace, hopefully he got the message, "We gotta stick together.". After a little bit, he finally said something, "So.. Any plans after the Apocalypse is over?" He knew this was weird, especially for Jace, who had a game of killing the undead.
At the same time, in the bar, Moon looked around at all the people. Some were older, some younger, but all of them most likely piss drunk before being killed, and re-killed. Sounds lucky. She thought to herself as she began to search the bodies fpr anything of value or cool looking. Off of a rather pretty blonde, she got a pair of diamond stud earrings, and a black woman gave her a weave and rings. On a couple of an old man and younger woman, she found a baggie of coke, and a hat that she could give to someone. When she focused on the cocaine, she realized this was fresh bought, so the dealer must be close by. Sure enough, it was a guy in a leather jacket with spiked hair. She found a jackpot; a sandwich bag of Mary Jane, four syringes of heroin, and a small can full of GHP, or 'forget-me-now's as GOB from Arrested Development called it. She started to dance form her little pile, making sure to store them in her bag that had her stuff in it, after she could only take so much when she had to leave her van.
When she noticed Devan, she was offering her a shot of something. It smelled nice, and if it helped her overcome the smell off of theses' guys, she do it. She took a shot from a table near her, lifted and said, "To life, lest we end up like these poor bastards!" And put back the drink and put the glass back on the bar. It burned a little bit, as all alcohol did to her, but she enjoyed it. "You will not believe what I got off these guys. See the douche over there?" she pointed at the drug dealer. "I got enough stuff to buy our way to DC if we wanted." She smiled widely, she wouldn't do the heroin or coke, pot was her thing, but it was nice to have options. Ever sense the world ended, morals or ethics weren't thinks she really concerned herself with, not that she had many before.
It didn't escape her notice that Devan was being flirty, she seemed that way constantly. Didn't bother her, she was sure givan a shower and some sleep, she would have responded, but instead she chose to talk about the others instead. "So, I'll bet my left shoe that Rain tries to kiss Zara, and my right shoe that Dusty does the same to William. Any bet's you got?" This was Moon, a chronic gambler, and she got feisty whenever she was betting. It was one of the things that made her feel better about the whole end of the world thing.