This is a roleplay that me and my friend are doing and I want to know if it's anygood and if any of you want to read more. If you do let me know. I'm Vash and my friend is Wolfwood

Disclamer: I don't own trigun but i do wish i did!! goes in corner and crys

Me: looks up Damn I sound like a cry baby!! Well here the story...oh...it's not titled...yet insert evil laughter...I'm so stupid...

(Wolfwoods POV)

Nickolas D. Wolfwood sat in the corner of a saloon quietly. His gigantice cross-shaped gun leaned against the wall nearby, always within reach in case of an emergency. He was sipping on a gin & tonic, a sour dink that few people anjoyed as much as a kick in the mouth.

He sat the glass down, ice cubes clinking agianst one another, and took a long drag on his cigarette. When he first arrived he'd received a fw odd galnces. After all, it wasn't often you saw a smoking, drinking, priest toting a huge cross on his back walking to a bar in the middle of a fierce sand storm.

It had been quite a while since wolfwood had seen Vash or the insurance girls. He wondered how thy all were? Mostly, though, he wondered how Vash was. He'd probably ditched the girls not long after wolfwood had split form the group. He was probably wandering from town to town getting into God-knows how much trouble, penny-less. Wolfwood had been thinking about Vash a lot lately and was disturbed to where his mind had been wandering.

Nick had never thought of another man-not even that many women (he was a priest after all)- in that way. But he couldn't say that he would hate it if Vash...

'No, no! Bad priest! Think immaculate thoughts! God, that word sounds bad. 'immaculate!' It sounds like a personal problem...' he thought.

He sighted and shuffle out his cigarette. He tossed a few crumpled double dollars on to the table as a tip. He swung the cross over his shoulder and started toward the staircase that led to his room in the inn, located about the saloon.

(Vash's POV)

Vash the stamped, also known as the Humanoid Typhoon, walked ito said saloon with his most serious look. As he walked into the bar heads turned, people whispered. When he reached the counter he set down, ordered the cheapest drink and when handed it, his face breaks out into a big goofy grin.

"It's party time, drinks on that guy over there!!" he shouts and points to the nicely dressed young fellow to his right.

"No..." say s the nicely dressed young fellow.

But Vash already finished the whole bottle and was stupid drunk.

" But it's my birthday," Vash whined with a pitiful look on his face.

With that said he proceeded to cause the most trouble he has ever caused in any saloon. With his work done and the nicely dressed young fellow all out of cash, Vash starts up the stairs toward his room he just rented and bing Vash he reads the number wrong, and walks into someone else's room and passes out. That room just happened to be none other than the room of Nickolas D. Wolfwood.

Like I said up there just tell me what you think and if theres a real demand for it I post some more...BYE BYE (NYA!!)