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[cowboycrap]

HOLLA you're in Summerhill. If you didn't make it out of Alderwood you have no excuse because everyone split up to look for you and drag your ass out, and if no one found you you'd be chased out by law enforcement. The residents of Summerhill don't seem too thrilled that you're back, but in a oops sorry you got the short stick too way not in a don't take kindly way.

Alderwood's still buzzing with the news and new rule so you ought to avoid it for a while. Or charge back in like the stupid assholes you are. They're hanging the outlaw couple in the town today so if you're going to go on a boneheaded rescue mission now's your chance. Maybe you can even reveal the mayor's dirty, dirty ways while you're there and get that ruling flipped. If you don't fuck it up.

For the time being as long as you remain in Summerhill you're safe, no one will bother you here. So you can take this time to regroup and come up with a plan.

[Mission: chill out in summerhill, don't get killed, maybe go on a rescue mission. you know]

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[crotchbite]

Aw, did I hurt your feelings? I'm sorry. [ isn't ] You don't have to worry about it.

[ bitchiest smile that isn't appropriate for the situation ]

[cabineyes]

Feel free to hurt them any time you'd like, I take no offense.

[ hurt me good baby. ]

Tell me, who put you into such a foul mood this time?

[crotchbite]

[ she'll hurt u good ]

I'm not in a foul mood. [ such a liar haha! ] I'm always like this, you should be used to it by now.

[cabineyes]

Oh, you are. That's right.

[ tilts head, agreeing with her. we all know what a constant bitch you can be. ]

But I couldn't help but notice that you're putting in an extra effort to appear normal.

[crotchbite]

Did you? You'd put Sherlock Holmes to shame. [ sarcasm motherfucker do you speak it

gets inside the saloon and goes sit at the corner. she flashes the barkeep some money so that he can start pouring some sweet alcohol. points to a bottle of whiskey on the wall and turns to hook ]

You're wrong. I'm fine. [ acid tone says otherwise but whatever ]

[cabineyes]

[ are we doing this again? tells the barkeeper what he wants and follows her to the corner table. pays for the drinks with august's blood money. also who's sherlock holmes. ]

Is that so? I'm delighted to hear.

[ no one would buy that bullshit sister. ]

[crotchbite]

[ sets her bag on the floor next to her, tracing the rim of the glass with her finger ]

For someone who's all about himself, you really like to know what's going on a lot.

[cabineyes]

[ briefly eyes the bag. hm. lifts the glass to her before taking a sip. cheers. ]

It's how I get by.

[crotchbite]

[ she will literally rip your balls off you try to take it fair warning. gives him a look as she watches him eye the bag and shakes her head, smiling a little ]

It would never work out. [ keeps the smile plastered on and sips her whiskey. he's bound to find out anyway so might as well rip it off like a bandaid ] You know how the hero types go.

[cabineyes]

[ yeah he would have found out. thanks for saving his time. looks at her over the table. gurl he would Never. ]

Her being the hero type?

[crotchbite]

[ lowers the glass to look at him with a glare ]

What the fuck do you think?

[ sips some more whiskey and lowers the glass down again, focusing her attention on it. kinda realised she liked her more than she thought oops oh well let's just

mask that with more bitchness ]

[cabineyes]

[ is it masking when he can see right through it? smiles at her trying to kill the glass with her eyes. ]

How do you know it wouldn't work out?

Seems to me that you didn't even try.

[crotchbite]

[ she'll just have to be even more of a bitch then! ]

I stay, you go, remember? [ laughs a little and taps her finger against the glass ] It was fun, that's all. [ just friends and all of that ]

[cabineyes]

We aren't going anywhere in a long while.

[ excuses excuses hel. leans back. ]

So you're afraid. Who would have thought that?

[crotchbite]

But you will in the end.

[ her jaw tenses and she tilts her head slightly, eyebrows creasing her forehead with the most intense glare ]

I'm not afraid. Who do you think you are, my fucking therapist? Shut up and drink.

[ let's avoid this subject it's honest and therefore Uncomfortable ]

[cabineyes]

First of all I have no idea what a therapist is, but I know a coward when I see one.

[ bitch all you want he's not going stop. ]

Instead of talking it out, you're here at the saloon, drinking your troubles away. I thought only husbands did that.

[crotchbite]

[ dead eyes. doesn't know what a therapist is. god. ]

[ she leans back on the chair, glaring at him from there, before setting her jaw a little and smiling, licking her lip ]

I'm not drinking my troubles away. I'm drinking because I want to. I do what I want to do, it's not a complicated notion to understand. [ she rolls her ring around her finger, arching an eyebrow ] And who are you to talk about cowards? It wasn't me who killed the love of her life.

[ u wan fight. lets fight. ]

[cabineyes]

[ he never killed anyone. laughs quietly. ]

We're not talking about me.

If you're only doing what you want to do... Am I presuming correctly when I say that you also wanted to let her go?

Because you're afraid of how it will end. It has nothing to do with her being a hero.

[crotchbite]

[ magic beans, hook. magic beans. ]

[ she tilts her head and a bit of her body too as she watches him talk, smile still there but kind of twitchy like it wants to disappear but won't ]

You're wrong. [ reaches for the glass and sips some more whiskey, crossing her legs ]

[cabineyes]

[ THAT'S AUGUST'S THEORY AND IT'S FULL OF SHIT AND OFFENSE. ]

Am I now?

[ prove it. ]

[crotchbite]

I've learned my lesson. No attachments. [ which is easier said than done but whatever ] So how about you drop it?

[cabineyes]

What's the point of living if you can't enjoy it, love?

Take a risk.

[ that's what being a pirate is all about. freedom and fun but also quite risky. ]

[ he's not following his own preaching though but that's a different matter entirely. ]

[crotchbite]

Who says I'm not enjoying it?

[ finishes the whiskey and crosses her arms over the table, leaning forward ]

[cabineyes]

Me.

[ also leans forward, meeting her gaze halfway. ]

Not as much as you could.

[crotchbite]

Yeah? Who are you, my personal OkCupid?