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[cowboycrap]

Alright yall enough doodling around. It's nightfall in Alderwood, so grab yourself a hotel room, you can either opt for the snazzy spacious 5 star in the high class end of town or one of the less financially debilitating rooms on the second floor of the inn/pub, but expect to hear a lot of hooker noises and drunken cowboys from downstairs. You get what you pay for.

You ought to grab yourself a bounty poster and decide on a plan of action so that you have direction for your adventures tomorrow, because the Sheriff seems like he's not gonna stand for you taking advantage of their kindness if you're not going to hold up your end of the bargain.

There are four main bounties posted in the courthouse, but they're scattered about the town on posters, too. There's Dewie Martin, the highest paying bounty, Earl Johnson, Janna Turner and Billy Turner. There are other, lesser bounties, but those seem to be the four the Sheriff's really pushing for.

[Mission: rest up, youre going bounty hunting tomorrow morning]

Comments

[marlboroman]

[just like harlan.]

[dices]

[ he Believes you

follows the not-cowboy cowboy and shoves hands in his pockets ] You from around here? [ since you said you weren't a cowboy but you look like one... ]

[crotchbite]

[ shifts to a position so that she's not digging into the bruises and leans an arm against the side of the tub, the other hand brushing through bo's hair. soapy bubbles all around ]

I thought Canadians were supposed to be polite and apologetic.

[foodporn]

Sorry.

[sassy head shake. not sorry. twists around to plant a kiss on her pretty lipstickless mouth before turning back to sink further into the water against her]

[slowparanoia]

Yea, been here for the past 5 years.

[ no he isn't. ]

[ he's a liar. ]

It's not much of a town.

[crotchbite]

[ does an amused little breathy chuckle thing and watches her turn and twist like a little kid playing in the bath before settling down. ]

We just had our record cleaned to abuse it again, hm? [ brushes her hair all to the side and plants a little kiss to her neck ] I'm starting to think that maybe we should clean up our act.

[ isn't thinking about that at all ]

[dices]

[ isn't a lie detector ]

It seems like a hell of a town, compared to some we've been through.

[ let's go into that bar where dean is traumatized? ]

[mercyless]

[ i'm proud of you son. ]

[ smiles at the ranches who's losing his shit. ]

[foodporn]

Bullshitter.

[reaches a soapy arm out of the tub to grab a poster and examine it while they soak merrily]

Besides, this isn't abuse. This is...getting what's coming to us. Like this Dewie guy is gonna get what's coming to him.

[flicks poster for emphasis]

[slowparanoia]

[ it's our only option since he isn't stepping into a bar full of sheriffs. ]

I heard you lot come from faraway places.

And not with a clean background either.

[ gives him a meaningful look. ]

[cabineyes]

[ slides out from the back after deflowering that flower that was actually already deflowered. ]

[ can tell what went down with one look. oh u august. orders a drink and makes his way to dean's traumatized butt. ducks so he isn't hit by a flying chair. ]

[crotchbite]

[ she is. smiles against her skin and then leans back, idly brushing her hands against her other arm

looks at the poster and quirks up an eyebrow ] Confident we'll catch him? [ takes it from her to give it another look ] These guys might be idiots, but they do seem to handle a gun. I don't think this will be that easy.

[slowparanoia]

[ you heard nothing!! ]

[foodporn]

Please.

[tilts head back against her shoulder to look up]

They just caught us off guard last time. It'll be cake.

[dices]

[ well there's another saloon over there it's like a row of them we can go ]

Not really our fault. [ that's a lie too ] We're just really unlucky. [ not a lie tho ]

[sawedoff]

[his butt isn't traumatized thankfully]

I can hear them printing off wanted posters of you as we speak.

[doesn't look at him but does kind of roll his eyes because if anyone was going to start a full blown bar fight it'd be hook]

[crotchbite]

[ sets the poster down and stretches ]

Really? Tell that to my bruises. [ turns her face to her, brushing soapy foam on her nose ] Your optimism isn't as contagious as you think.

[ makes an amused face and kisses her ]

[slowparanoia]

That's what they all say, don't they?

But who's to say what's the difference between luck and fate is what I think, kid.

[ he's slowing down now after he noticed the stranger paying attention to them. nothing gets past old jesse. ]

[foodporn]

[sloshes around to turn against her again, perching legs on either side of he's and bringing her arms up around her neck as she leans into the kiss]

It's not optimism. It's called being a bad ass.

[kisses again, sliding hands up to her face to return some of the chi she's pilfered from her over so many rigorous sexy sessions. the least she can do is heal some of her bruises for her after she saved her ass]

[dices]

[ kid. did he call him kid. wtf.

gives him a look before turning his eyes in raylan's direction and raises a hand. awkward hand. i'm sorry i shot you in the ass it was an accident hand ]

Hey, man.

[cabineyes]

I'm standing here right now and no one's moving a muscle, mate. You still think I'm behind this? Do yourself a favor and let it go for a moment.

[ sets his glass on the bar. ]

It's quite a friendly enviroment, reminds me of some places where I've been.

[slowparanoia]

[ you know this damn stalker? ]

[ lifts a hand to his hat as a greeting. ]

[crotchbite]

[ watches her turn around cus damn qurl's fine and slips her hand to the small of her back, lazy kisses all around

laughs against her lips ] Bad ass? [ ur qt

makes a small sound at the whole chi thing though, pulling back and pressing a hand over her mouth gently ]

Hey, they're just bruises. I'll be fine. Save your energy for ass kicking. [ squeezes her legs around her for emphasis ] I'm a big girl too.

[marlboroman]

Hey man yourself.

[gives them both an appraising look. yeah you look sorry.]

Nice work with that stud.

[the most dry sarcasm in the history of the world]

[foodporn]

Shut up and let me take care of you.

[bratty. pulls her hand away and kisses it]