forum Wild, Wild, Wild West (Private)

Started September 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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"The way I sees it," he said, taking notice of her actions without speaking on it, "If there's mo' of the supers 'round here than regular people, then I'm the weird one."
She isn't used to the heat.

In actuality, it was just too much heat for her. If he had actually gotten to shake her hand, even through the gloves, it was obvious that her skin was too warm. She ran too warm, all the time, making heat like this just that much more unbearable.

"You know, you probably are." She said with a light laugh, pulling her other pistol from it's holster and using the handkerchief to clean the barrel best she could without taking it apart. "So, a non supe, huh?"

"Mhm!" he said cheerfully, hoisting his pants up slightly. "Still the on'y fella out here willin' to deal wit the various deadly creepy crawlies that like to terrorize us out here in the Wil' West. I say fella 'cause we got Crazy Jane, who an' scared of nothin'. I'd name her deputy, but I'm 'fraid what she'd do if she had actual authority over people."

"Mm, better avoid lettin' her close t' any then." She joked lightly, squinting in the sun. "So, you're one of the only ones 'round here who ain't a supe, then?" She asked, looking up from her pistol to look around the town for a moment, before looking back down at the pearl handled revolver.

"Yep! Even ol' Geezer back there's one. It's me, Jessie, and Rik. Rik's only here 'cause he's so drunk he can' make it ten feet outta the bar."
They reached the tavern and Winston guided her in, smiling slightly.

Glory snorted, following the sheriff into the saloon. She reholstered her revolver, looking around curiously as her eyes sparked brightly in the dimmer lighting. A sudden change from the brightness outside, but welcome.

There were 3 people in the bar. The bartender, Jessie. She was a slightly little old woman with eyes that have seen more than they should've and a resting bitch face. The second was asleep int eh corner, a hat covering his face. THe last sat at the bar, hunched over a drink.
"Welcome to Jessie's Tavern!" Jessie drawled out. "Weenstin, what you doin' bringin' in mo' people?"
"Figured you needed somethin' to do, since you're jsut lallygaggin' around."
"Oh, hush, you."

Glory snorted as she watched the interaction, tucking the fabric of her headscarf behind her ears, revealing slightly pointed tips. Her eyes focused on the bartender as she tilted her head slightly, grinning. "I'll be good company, I promise ya that, ma'am."

"Oh, I'm sure ya are," Jessie grumbled, washing a dirty glass.
"Jess', don' be like that. They're people jus' like us. Jus' a lil' different."
"Too diff'rent, I tell ya!" Jessie exclaimed. "And I gotta serve them…"
Winston's eyes flashed dangerously. "You'll shut yer mouth if ya know what's good for ya, Jess'. Yer gonna be polite and serve the thirsy trav'ler just like you would me. Understand?"
Jessie scowled but nodded none-the-less. "Fine, fine."