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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

[dices]

[ looks at both of them like :|
do you see his size. seriously. look at him. ]

That's hilarious. [ rolls his eyes ] You're always this nice to the guy that's paying?

[cowboycrap]

[nods for his bartender friend to get her a nice shot of everclear]

She could try offerin her name.

[cabineyes]

[ would tip them on august but pretty sure they'd just drag him in with the mess so not going to bother. let them do their job. hopefully they'll find august at one point and hang him. ]

Be thankful someone agrees to drink with you.

[ you're not exactly on top of the foodchain either dean. ]

[slowparanoia]

Your own mistake for offerin to do that.

[ yeah he sees his size alright. it's gonna be one big coffin. casually leans against the counter. ]

So what's with bounties, kid? You're aimin to become the next town deputy?

[recurred]

[small thankful smile as she watches the bartender slip off]

Apologies, it's Clara. Clara Oswald.

[extends hand]

[sawedoff]

[laughs and nudges glass away as the sheriff drags one of the barfighters outside behind them]

Grateful? For the company of a guy who's just waiting for the right moment to stick a knife in me?

[glances down with a little shrug]

Or a hook.

[dont b silly killian]

[crotchbite]

[ lets out a slow smirk and tilts her head to kiss her jaw, giving it a bite, whispering against her ear in an amused tone ]

Me too.

[ leans up a little more and brushes her nose against the underside of her jaw, biting her neck. she leans back then, holding bo's face between her hands while they kiss. she then bites on her own lower lip, back arching so that she's pushing her hips against bo and her thighs tighten around her, breathing her name against her mouth before relaxing with a happy little sigh ]

[cowboycrap]

Pleasure to meet you, Miss Oswald. You can call me Clarence. I own this here establishment.

[looks to the hand and arches eyebrows judgmentally.]

Now that's not very ladylike.

[but he takes it anyway, gives it a shake]

[cabineyes]

[ don't flatter yourself. makes a little tsk sound. ]

No, no. This hook is reserved for someone else entirely.

It would do me no good to blunt it on the captain of our little expedition. We have still a long way to go, don't we?

[recurred]

[firm grip. a little firmer than it would be without the accusation]

But it is still polite. [so whats the issue. forget it. withdraws her hand and sort of self consciously adjusts her posture, cross legs]

Lovely place.

[looks over as she takes the moonshine off the bar in midst of cowboy rowdying. glass breaking. etc.]

[cowboycrap]

I like to imagine so.

[wrong saloon clara. the most rowdying going on in here is a particularly noisy game of poker and a crying hooker]

Ain't never seen you around these parts, and you've got a face I'd like to remember. You with them outsiders?

[marlboroman]

Struck a deal with the Sheriff, I'm afraid.

[nick how does it feel to be sandwiched in between two leaning cowboys]

Clean up your record if you clean up their town, am I right?

[sawedoff]

Yeah, about that. What'd this guy do to you to get into your burn book?

[not that it takes much, he's been made aware]

[dices]

Ha ha, I guess. [ shrugs in good nature and takes a swing of the beer

it feels gay. but at least i don't have angel herpes ]

Yeah, exactly. We get off the hook if we fish in some criminal. [ slides a hand into his back pocket and pulls out a folded poster. it's the earl johnson one. slides it over to him ] Grabbed this one.

[recurred]

[busteddd. except not really.]

[brings glass up to drink it and nearly knocks herself out from the fumes. play it cool, clara. takes a sip and tries not to make a lemon pucker face]

Ye-yeah...I am.

[slowly sets that back down.]

Promise I'm not a troublemaker, I'd really like to help actually.

[slowparanoia]

[ grabs the poster and holds it up in the dim lighting so he can read it. pokes the paper with his finger. you may notice he's missing a part of his middle finger in his left hand. ]

My, that's somethin you got there. Earl Johnson.

Mean son of a bitch.

[ in fact has never heard of him. ]

[foodporn]

[smiles and follows her back as she arches over the edge of the tub, laying little kisses over her throat and nudging against her cheek as she slides her hand back up out of the water]

There's the tub. We still have a whole hotel room to cover.

[cowboycrap]

Mmmhm.

[doesn't sound convinced, but he's not so quick to kick a pretty lady out just because of her circumstance]

And how would you like to do that? With them bounties, I wonder? You don't look like much of a bounty hunter, little lady.

[marlboroman]

You think so?

[leans heavier on his elbow to see him across nick, smiling in a mixture of disbelief and mocking. you don't know a damn thing you faker]

[cabineyes]

Well, look who's suddenly curious.

[ smirks even though he's not amused at all. grabs his glass and drinks, now facing the bar. enjoy that beautiful side profile. ]

[sawedoff]

[fuck your angsty side profile. at least the commotion has died down somewhat, what with the loudest patrons having been drug out already. now the bar's just a quiet mess. the bartender's wiping down a glass and judging them for being the only two to stick around during all that]

...Well?

[cocks an elbow out to the side to turn to him. interrupts his solemn dramatically-lit angsting]

[crotchbite]

[ sliding a hand down her back, along the curve of her spine, she smiles like a lazy cat and kisses her shoulder, holding a hand against her back as she sits up, sliding bo closer on her lap ]

Overachiever. [ not that she opposes. kisses her chest with her hands on her thighs ]

[cabineyes]

[ do you mind i'm having a moment over here. still not facing him because it's just more dramatic this way. looks down at his glass. ]

He killed someone.

[dices]

[ now he's just assing it. he frowns and looks at raylan, mimicking jesse's earlier expression of "is this shit for real" before turning to him. he's not a lie detector but come on he was a con man he knows a blatant lie when he hears one ]

Yeah? Know the guy?

[sawedoff]

[oop. well look at you with your tortured past. how deep. he lifts his chin and drops his eyes in consideration, turning back to his drink to give him his little angsty moment there]

Family? Girlfriend?