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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]

[ LMFAO HOLY SHIT
leans back and makes a sort of what the fuck but this is funny face and looks at him then back at the patron

guess that worked ]

He's got a bounty on his head for some reason other than being a [ wavy hand ] yellow-bellied slimy good for nothing?

[slowparanoia]

[ keeps a close eye on their reactions as he slowly quiets down. slams his hand on the counter in a friendly and manly fashion but it comes off as if he's overacting. ]

Clarence, you tell this kid all you know bout that Earl! Be helpful for once in your life.

[ apparently nick wants to get himself killed. it's all very amusing to him. ]

[cowboycrap]

Now you simmer down before I have your ass hauled out of my establishment, you hear me? You remember the last time you kicked up a fuss, you damn drunk.

[waves the glass at him in a familiar way and turns to nick]

He's known round these parts. Used to come around peddlin a miracle cure, that lying sack of horse shit. Swore up and down it'd do all kinds of good for you for "Only a dollar per bottle!" O'course it wouldn't do you no good to only get the one bottle, you see, you had to have a steady supply, rest of your life. Nothin but a two-bit snake oil salesman.

[marlboroman]

[looks between the gentlemen with an air of amusement. he's not particularly interested in bounty hunting, but he'll listen for anything that might interest him. he's more concerned about the lunatic they're sharing a beer with than a run down scammer]

[dices]

[ well at least he doesn't sound dangerous?? nods along the barkeep's words and takes another sip of his beer, letting raylan handle the crazy drunk that's apparently very good with horses ]

Any known whereabouts?

[slowparanoia]

[ someone probably died during that fuss because you don't kick jesse around without consequences. follows the story with his mouth half-open as if he froze in fascination, looking like he might start laughing again any minute now. ]

[ he might not appear so but he knows you're watching raylan. he knows. ]

[cowboycrap]

None so much as I know.

[tosses his drink back and sets the empty glass down. he fills up their drinks again]

On the house, boys. You oughta need it if you're heading bounties. Messy business. The scamming, y'see, that's just what got him his piss poor reputation. It's the company he keeps that's earned him a bounty the likes of what he has. Dewie Martin, that murdering sack of shit, crazier than a run over coon and mean enough to eat off the same plate with a snake to boot. They're what you call birds of a feather.

[marlboroman]

[so quiet during all of this, but he does shake his head at the gratuitous southern speak. nam flashbacking to harlan. tips his head in appreciation at the free drink and lifts it to his mouth while he continues to watch the loony one]

[dices]

Oh, thanks. [ free drinks. look at them. the three of them being nice and not stealing hotel rooms or newly wed clothes or robbing banks!

grabs his drink once he's finished with it and crosses his arms behind it, leaning forward a little more. oh my god the southern speak though. it's just so
it's
it's so.

hm. ]

Ida and Billy Turner part of that flock? [ since he's always seen the posters together ] Do they come into town?

[slowparanoia]

Thanks, Clarence.

[ there's so much western manly tension even though nothing's actually happening. he's not really paying attention to the story anymore. it's the funny guy who keeps watching him who's receiving his crazy stare now. ]

[ still smiling as he reaches for his drink. maybe he's swaying slightly maybe he isn't. despite all he appears almost too confident and relaxed. it's just the way he is. ]

[cowboycrap]

Don't thank me, grinnin like a weasel in a hen house as you are. Always up to somethin, Mister James, you're no good to me.

[turns around to put the bottle up and talks with his back turned]

Sure enough the Turners run with Martin. The four of them, crooked as a dog's hind legs, never done a good deed since they rolled into town. O'course they never got the chance to stay long, seein as they're outsiders an all. Shipped off to Summerhill with the rest o' them, I tell you outsiders bring nothin' but trouble.

[looks over shoulder at nick pointedly, though he still seems good natured there's clearly some kind of tense prejudice underneath it]

[dices]

[ oh my god these expressions. he doesn't even know. too many years deep in hong kong sayings nearly forgot the western speak. he can feel the manliness oozing.

smiles at him anyway because he really can't blame the guy. trouble does seem to follow them around like a starving cat ] Sorry about that. [ taps at the beer and coughs a little ]

How can we get to Summerhill?

[cowboycrap]

Train'll take you there. Now I'm all down but nine about you intendin' to square off against them, but if the marble orchard is what you're shootin for, the next train departs at noontime.

[dices]

[ didn't catch half of that ]

Thanks, Mr. Clarence. [ raises beer at him ]

[slowparanoia]

[ just smiling at clarence like you usually smile at annoying bar workers. haha yea really funny you think you're so damn clever. ]

So it's "we" now, is it, kid?

You plan on draggin us down with you?

[ lmao he's not going to start bounty hunting some sad bastards who're together worth less than him. ]

[ finishes his drink and pulls out a cigarette. ]

[marlboroman]

Now, don't hassle him. He means well.

[watches clarence lose interest in the ragtag group and go see to another pretty female patron]

[dices]

[ looks at jesse and shrugs a little. doesn't look hassled ] I wasn't counting you in, man. But the group I'm with, we have a deal so-- [ shrugs again. like seriously you're not part of this group back off crazy

raylan, on the other hand, could prove himself useful. he was a pretty good shot ] What about you?

[slowparanoia]

See, I told him no, now he's pullin you in!

Better watch out what you're agreein to. Might get you killed for all I know.

[ u with me or him, raylan? it's decision time. lights the cigarette with a match and puts it out by waving it in the air. ]

[marlboroman]

[kind of laughs and turns to finish his drink before pushing away from the bar]

Just might. I don't mean to smudge your line in the sand, but I don't intend to pick sides, boys. Thanks for the drink.

[later]

[dices]

[ looks at him walk off into the sunset like a true cowboy

i mean ] Hm. [ goes back to his beer and sips, grabbing a pencil from his bag, and sketching down the information the guy just told them. taps it against the table and slides back it to the bag ]

Thanks for the help with the worse, Jesse. [ folds the poster and taps his head ] Gonna drag a couple of people to death. [ smiles at him and leaves the money to cover for the beers

gonna go look for dean ]

[slowparanoia]

Enjoy your first bounty, kid.

[ watches him do his thang and nods to him as a goodbye. when nick's gone he takes his hat from the counter and puts it on his forehead true western style before pushing it back. ]

Later, Clarence, you old goat.

[ smirks. he's also gonna slide away, perhaps after raylan or perhaps not. ]

[cowboycrap]

[shakes head after them]

Squirrel barkin, snaggle toothed chaw spitter.