Kaira's POV

The coffee shop was closed early that day. That wasn't much of a surprise. Besides, no one was gonna come in that day after that whole fiasco with the wannabe thug and whatnot. Everybody still seemed to be shaking in their boots, or at least the ones who weren't already hauling ass out of the establishment. Fortunately, the only thing that was hurt in the whole ordeal was the ceiling, which was only because I was trying to see if the gun that guy was carrying was actually loaded. My bad. Anyway, things were fine now and Margaret was escorting Mordecai out of the back of the shop. They both looked a little shaken up by the whole ordeal.

"I think I'm gonna go home, guys. I need to lie down," Margaret mused. "Thanks again, you guys! For that, I'll pay for whatever you guys order next time. It's all on the house."

"Heh, thanks, Margaret!" Mordecai replied as Margaret pulled him in for another hug. She walked out the door, uttering another sigh of relief. Mordecai turned back to me.

"That was awesome, what you did back there. But why'd you do it?"

I laughed a bit. "That guy was sort of cracking me up, to be honest," I mused. "Just 'cause he has a gun, it doesn't mean he's gonna use it."

"Didn't you see him hit me with it?"

"That looked like it was just reflexes, right?" Rigby piped up. I nodded.

"Looked like it," I muttered.

"Plus," Rigby turned to Mordecai. "She asked me if you were my friend. Like, after that guy hit you."

I felt a glimmer of pride. "Just doin' my good deed for the day." I shrugged.

"Heh, thanks again. Well, we should probably get back to it, then. It was nice meeting you!" Mordecai smiled, waving back to me as he started for the door. Rigby looked as though he were about to join him, but then he stopped in his tracks.

"Wait, dude," Rigby said. He turned around to face me. "Hey, Kaira!" He walked over to me. I felt my gaze harden a little knowing he was about to ask me something. My hope was that he wasn't about to ask me anything personal or something like that. I doubted he would, but it's a scenario I can't help but think about. Either way, I was prepared. He didn't sense my tension, however and walked up to me.

"Me and Mordecai are watching a scary movie tomorrow night at the park house," Rigby started.

"What? No, we ar-"

"You wanna come?" Rigby interrupted.

Can't say I was expecting that, I thought. My first instinct would be to say "hell no" and be done with it. I mean, I just met these guys and they're asking me to come watch a movie with them? It sounded pretty shifty to me. They seemed decent enough though, and I couldn't resist a scary movie. So I was conflicted. Plus, the fact that Mordecai didn't seem to be on board with it might've made things awkward, if they even HAD movie plans. Still, though…

"Uhhh, sure. I got nothin' to do, anyway." Oh well. Fuck it. I'll take my chances.

"Great! How's ten sound?"

"Sure, sounds good," I replied, still with a slight hint of distrust. I managed a smile as I walked out the door. "See ya then."

I got into my red Nissan Altima, thinking back to about 20 minutes earlier when that guy was holding up the shop. Wow, that really was pretty stupid, wasn't it? I thought. I mean, even if he was the biggest pussy on the face of the planet, he still could've pulled the trigger out of reflexes. The realization of what could've gone wrong sort of hit me like a sack of rocks at that moment. Hm, oh well. I've done bolder things. I finally thought. I wondered about Mordecai and Rigby, though. They appeared alright, but I considered the possibility of them having darker intentions. At the same time however, they both seemed perfectly innocent. That and I couldn't deny that I needed some friends. This town was still new to me, and I hardly knew a single soul. Unless I stopped being such a hard-ass, I was gonna lose my mind from loneliness.

This'll be good for me. I thought to myself as I drove away.

Still, though; I can't believe I didn't die.

The ride back to the park was a tense one. Earlier events had Mordecai and Rigby shaken up still, and Mordecai was a bit annoyed with Rigby.

"Dude, I thought we decided against a scary movie tomorrow night!"

"Uh, correction: you decided against a scary movie tomorrow night," Rigby protested.

"Of course I did. You and I both know you don't do well with scary movies. Don't you remember 'ello governer'?"

"Yeah, but this time will be different," Rigby responded.

"Wait a second, aren't we gonna play Dig Champs 3 tomorrow night? We won't have time to watch a movie."

Rigby frowned. "Hm, good point. Well, we'll probably win the game within a couple hours anyway," Rigby replied confidently.

"Ugh, fine. I better not have to walk you to the bathroom for the next month or something."

"Trust me, it'll be just fine."

They sat in the cart in silence for a little while, until Rigby broke the silence.

"I can't wait to see how the others react when we tell them about that whole robber thing."

"Where have you two been? You're supposed to be working! I can't believe – Mordecai, what happened to your head?"

Mordecai answered. "The coffee shop was held up. The guy hit me with a gun."

"Really?" Benson asked, showing a hint of genuine concern.

"Yeah, we had to step in and save the day, like we always do," Rigby chimed in triumphantly.

Benson took on a bored expression. "Gee, that's funny. I thought you always shirked your responsibilities." He addressed the two of them. "You see? If you'd been doing your job, you wouldn't have been in that situation in the first place. Now get back to work!"

The two of them groaned and reluctantly grabbed a rake, finishing their day's work in the sweltering heat.

There ye are, the second chapter. Not quite sure what to say about this one, other than it was quite hard for me to write. I've been busy with family stuff, a sick fish, and some intense writer's block. Oh well, though. Third chapter's coming soon! Rate and review and all that jazz. :D