The Outlaws

[Jacky]

"I wish," Nicolas replied in a mumble. He'd been stuck there for days after all.. had the man been napping all the time, he would have tried to escape much sooner. Still, today was as good as any day. After he finished Rowdy's bandage, Nicolas stuck the match behind his ear and he fished the charcoal from his pocket, rolling it between his fingers thoughtfully. Attentive not to wake the guard, Nicolas lowered his voice as he turned back to Rowdy a moment later, "Actually.. I'm going to need another match," He said, "If you don't mind,"

[Lauren]

Rowdy raised an eyebrow, snapping off another match and passing it to Nicolas. "What are you doing? Trying to get them to mate?" He said sarcastically, looking at Nicolas like he'd lost it completely.

Bonnie crossed her legs at the knee, skirt riding up a little to flash a bit of ankle for the men. "Not a problem," She smirked at Billie-Jo, raising her glass to the men before she downed it in one go, gaining cheers from the audience.

[PirateOTC]

Billie-Jo smirked at her getting cheers, but she was still cautious. Keeping her gun close tucked by her waist. Hidden. She could never trust a stranger this easily, eventhough she got a lot of cash like this since the men kept on buying drinks for Bonnie and beer for themselves.

This is why we need more women coming here she thought for herself as she poured beer

[Jacky]

"If only that would work.." Nicolas smirked, his thoughts sidetracking to the idea of matches bringing new matches into existance, and the possibilities of chain reactions, when lighting one would mean lighting many. Nicolas shook his head when he realized his wandering thoughts wouldn't help him work out his escape. Instead, he walked to the back of the cell again where he took a seat. He turned his hat upside down, and he started to scratch the sulfer of the matches with a fingernail, the powder dropping into his hat. He glanced at the guard once, but he remained fast asleep.. So Nicolas continued to break the charcoal into small pieces, which he added to the mix. "I take it you're good with guns? And horses?" Nicolas inquired.

[Lauren]

"Both," Rowdy said simply. "But the guard's got my guns and I got no horse ... what are you planning?" He asked curiously, eager to 'make friends' if it meant getting out of here.

Bonnie kept drinking when they were brought to her. She wasn't a light weight when it came to alcohol, but she was also never one to turn down a free drink, so the alcohol consumption was fast outweighing her capabilities of staying sober. She laughed when the men of the saloon, and danced around the tables with the better looking, better smelling ones. This was the one part of town-life she enjoyed, a good booze up in a saloon full of men.

[PirateOTC]

Billie-Jo ginned and glanced at Bonnie. This certainly didn't happen often in her saloon, but she was also aware that not all the men in here were gentlemen and with Bonnie getting more and more drunk, she started to mentally prepare to throw out some men, earlier than normal this time. What she didn't want was a jealous gun-fight over a woman in her saloon, or other imaginable sceneries involving shoot-ups here.
She passed smoothly all the cheering men, the chairs and tables, picking up empty glasses and tips while avoiding getting Bonnies waving arms in her face while she jumped from table to table to dance.

[Jacky]

"Yes, but there's only one guard, and two of us," Nicolas said, half thinking out loud, half talking to Rowdy, "And horses.. there's always horses around. I don't fancy hanging tomorrow, you see." When he finished breaking up the charcoal, he tugged a leather cord that was around his neck. A small leather bag was dangling from the cord like a necklace, hidden in his shirt before. Nicolas tipped the bag over, pouring white powder into his hat as well. He then paused and looked over to Rowdy, "If I can get us out of here, it will take both of us to make it out of town." He said, implicitly asking for Rowdy's cooperation.

[Lauren]

"I don't intend on hanging around here, friend," Rowdy told him, pretty much telling him he had his cooperation as much as was needed to get out of this hell hole, further on from that he made no promises.

Bonnie attached herself to one, young, good-looking man in-particular, ignoring all of the others. She danced with him, and let him buy her drinks despite not even knowing his name. After a while the other men got fed up and started complaining that he should share, that it was their turns. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please," Bonnie slurred. "I have no desire to waste any more time on any of you." She said, holding onto a fistful of the guy she'd picked's shirt.

[PirateOTC]

"Alright, alright!" Billie-Jo pushed herself through the bunch of complaining men and calmed them down.
"Can't ya'll see this Lady has had more than enough t' drink!" She reached for Bonnies hand, but the young man she had danced with, held onto her in her other hand. Billie-Jo looked at the man and lowered her voice:
"Nick, she's had enough"

"Oh come on, Billie! We're just havin' fun! Let her go! Let her dance!"

"I'm not gonna tell ya once again, Nick, now you let this woman go" She demanded, her eyes losing the cute sparkle.

"Billie, we're just havin' fun, it's time you learned how to relax!"

Nick pushed Billie, a bit too hard. She stumbled backwards but quickly found her balance and her pistol and she aimed it at Nick.
There was silence.

"Now I'm not gonna have to tell ya one more time, Nick. You let her go"

He looked at this blonde, cute Billie-Joe who suddenly turned very dangerous with her pistol.

"Come on, Nick. Let her go" a more sober man said to him in a calm voice, glancing from the man to Billie's pistol that was steady aimed at Nick.
"Nick...ya know she ain't foolin' around with that gun"

Nick hadn't let his eyes off of Billie, nor his hand off of Bonnie.
"Alright..." he slowly let go of Bonnies hand. "Goddamn, Billy, you need to learn how to relax...didn't ya daddy taught you that?"

Billie kept the pistol aimed at him as he moved towards the entrance of the saloon.

"Sorry, sweet-pea" he said to Bonnie. "We have a party-pooper". Before he got out of the saloon he looked at Billie. "I'm coming back"

"You're welcome" she replied, still aiming the pistol at him. When he was gone, she lowered it and let out a sigh and walked over to Bonnie.
"I should've probably warned ya about some of the men here..."

[Lauren]

"Ah was havin' fun!" Bonnie slurred a drunken protest, dropping dow onto one of the bar stools in a sulk. "Ah'll dance with who I want to dance with. Ah can take care of myself,"