Germany rolled his eyes. "Do you have a death vish?" he said, pulling out his gun. He fired a shot, hitting her in the shoulder. He had meant it not to be fatal.

Taithlon didn't reply. She felt herself slipping back on the mud from the shot, she put her other hand down to steady herself, letting out a small hiss. She then pushed herself forwards using her legs, lunging at him and trying to keep her head down while doing so and pull her bahn naka up across his chest or neck. She didn't care if it was fatal or not. She had to stop him from firing at Big Brother.

"Hah! You're dead drunk!" England laughed. "This is rich!"
"Scotland, if I work for you, will you let me out?" France asked.

"You get naked and do a pole dance if you get drunk" Scotland snapped eyes burning. he then turned and left, not trusting France, but he considered it. he then slumped down by the wall next to the locked basement door. he knew he'd fall asleep, but at least he could pretend to be on guard.

"Vhat are you doing?!" Germany roared.

Taithlon didn't reply and simply tried to attack Germany using her Bagh nakhs. She tried to use her size, weight and height to her advantage and be agile. She hoped his gun wouldn't get too much in the way and she could do some damage before being shot again. She had to pretend it didn't hurt badly for now.

"I do not!" England said, his face red.
"'ow about we both work for you?" France offered.
"I would never-!" England said angrily.

By this point, Scotland wasn't listening. he slumped down outside and went to finish the rest of his alcohol was finished before closing the door. he half hoped he wouldn't remember anything France had said in the morning, but then he knew Germany would be cross. he sighed heavily, double checking the door was locked.

Germany blocked her attack with a gun and aimed to fire again.

Taithlon ducked down and tried to ram into his legs using her head and then twist her body to be facing upwards, so that she could claw up his stomach.