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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 28, 2010 22:00:25 GMT
She didn't pay attention to the comment about how she served her the drink, instead she replied to where she had come from.
"Oh, Allen Ranch, eh?" She didn't stop to chit-chat, she always worked at the same time, giving out drinks and beer, taking tips, taking payment. But yet never lose focus on the conversation.
"Had a cousin livin' up there once. Pretty nice place to look at...full of crooks'n'criminals though, ain't it?"
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Post by Jacky on Nov 28, 2010 22:01:09 GMT
Nicolas watched the match bounce over the floor before it came to a stop against the wall. The ghost of a smile came to his face when he realized he might not hang by noon tomorrow, after all. "Say," Nicolas lowered his voice so the guard would be asleep again before long, "Do you have any of those to spare, maybe?" He nodded at the match.
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Post by Lauren on Nov 28, 2010 22:04:24 GMT
Rowdy tied his neck scarf around his arm, cutting off the blood loss from the bullet wound. He glanced up at his cellmate with narrow eyes. He dug two fingers into his breast pocket and lifted out a sheet of matches. "You want a smoke to go with that?" He said dryly.
Bonnie looked up at Billie-Jo with disgust. "Not at all! That's my father's ranch, so you watch your tongue! All our ranch-hands are good people, mostly drifters, but good, honest people,"
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 28, 2010 22:10:46 GMT
She looked at Bonnie now:
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean t' put a bad name on it, I bet it's a fine place now. Haven't been there in about 10 years"
She shot a bright and cute but genuine smile towards Bonnie, but got distracted quickly when two men loudly came into the saloon. She sighed and said:"McDonald an' Billy"
The men laughed and stumbled over to the bar, not even noticing Bonnie sitting there, but actually almost pushed her aside to talk to Billie-Jo. She cleared her throat though and raised an eyebrow to the rowdy men:
"'scuse me gentlemen, but I have a nice customer sittin' right there an' she ain't wantin' your dirty elbows up her face!"
The men calmed down and looked at Bonnie.
"Oh, so sorry Miss!" he grabbed after her hand to kiss it as an appology
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Post by Jacky on Nov 28, 2010 22:12:51 GMT
Nicolas thought about it.. He must've looked like an idiot to his fellow cellmate, taking a moment to consider whether he wanted a smoke to go with his match. Especially when he eventually shook his head, "No.. No, just the match," He said. Then, rolling the match between his fingers impatiently, Nicolas paced down the cell again. His blue eyes were fixed on the guard, who was slowly dozing off in the chair. But until he was properly asleep, there was little Nicolas could do. So he turned back to his cellmate instead. "Do you need help with that?" He asked, with a nod at the blood stained arm. He wasn't a doctor, but he was sure he could tie a better knot in that scarf than the guy had managed with only one hand.
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Post by Lauren on Nov 28, 2010 22:16:39 GMT
"You a doctor?" Rowdy asked, then glanced at the blood ruining his neck scarf. "Ah hell, I'll take my chances either way. Do your worst," He mumbled, turning his arm to Nicolas. "What's your name, boy?"
Bonnie smiled at the men, "It's fine. Bonnie's the name," She introduced herself, turning the kiss on her hand into a shake instead. "Bonnie Allen,"
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 28, 2010 22:21:37 GMT
"You a friend of, Billie?" he frowned a bit at the handshake but didn't let it bother him more than a second
"Nah, Billie? She ain't got no friends!" said Billy, the less intelligent of them both
"Hey I heard that Billy!" Billie-Jo said while she was cleaning a table in the far back of the saloon.
"Don't pay no attention t' him, Miss" McDonald said to Bonny. "I'm McDonald by the way. Bill McDonald and this here's my brother. ya'll have to excuse him, he got kicked in the head by a horse when he was three!"
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Post by Jacky on Nov 28, 2010 22:25:03 GMT
"Nicolas Stokes. Not a doctor, I'm afraid," Nicolas said, having read by far too little about medicine to call himself an expert on the subject. While he introduced himself, he pulled the knot from the scarf and swiftly tied a proper bandage around the wound, tying it tight enough to stop the bloodflow, and covering the whole surface with fabric to avoid infection. "What's yours?"
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Post by Lauren on Nov 28, 2010 22:28:45 GMT
Rowdy grunted when the fabric rubbed against the wound. "Marsden. Rowdy Marsden." He said through gritted teeth. He glanced up at the guard in the rocking chair not paying the least bit of interested in his prisoners. "That guy always so attentive?"
"Poor horse," Bonnie said with a smirk, she ran a finger down McDonald's arm. "Which one of you lovely gentlemen is going to buy me a drink?"
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Post by PirateOTC on Nov 28, 2010 22:32:11 GMT
Before Bonnie even finished the sentence, McDonald had bought her a drink and now more men came up to the bar to sit by Bonnie
"woah there" Billie-Jo smirked when she saw the men, she looked at Bonnie and said:"I hope you warm all of them up, I need the cash" she smirked and started making drinks, since every men wanted to buy one for Bonnie.
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