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[ladybirdcrap]

You've made it out of the prairie and underbrush, congratulations! But with the lack of supplies from the journey around Alderwood has left you beat. Your horses hate you, you've got sand up in places where it's not welcome, you're hungry, cranky, and if you've been riding you'll be walking like Dean for a little bit. Lucky enough for you, the next town isn't much of a detour, so you can restock, trade, and try not to burn anything down.

[Mission: Stock up, let the horses rest, treat your cholera, etc]

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[idontknowthepassword]

[ one of the hookers around here ]

[andtrue]

[ laughs and almost chokes on his drink. eyebrows of oh i see in hel's direction. ]

I think you misunderstood me, Captain.

[crotchbite]

[ no thx hooker.

watches hook roll like a dog and purses her lips a little. not her type, hook. sorry about the choking tho. she's never been subtle about it

sets down the glass, resting comfortably against some blankets, rubbing her neck tiredly. the hangover is going to be great ]

[cabineyes]

[ yeah no. you can share that one. ]

Maybe some other time, love.

[ pushes himself back up to a sitting position so he doesn't choke on his spit when he laughs. ]

How about another song about the canyons, bard? Think you could manage that much?

[andtrue]

Maybe. [ oh but it'll be different this time. hel might know the song. ] But it's going to be more Sinatra.

[crotchbite]

[ oh god drunk singing. she can't endorse this but she's too drunk to stop it.

go on little hand gesture ]

[cabineyes]

He has quite a lovely voice even if he doesn't look like it.

[ go for it august. he'll join in on the chorus. ]

[andtrue]

[ here we go ]

Just a melancholy echo ling'ring when the day is through, it's the caaaaaaall of the canyon, once again I'm dreaming of you.
Every night I search the moonlight up and down the river shore...

[ line ]

[crotchbite]

[




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not gonna laugh ]





[ she's laughing it's the alcohol i'm sorry. ]

[cabineyes]

[ almost spits his drink but manages to swallow so he can join in. it's like drinking rum with his incompetent crew and singing jolly songs. ]

It's the caaalll of the canyon, maybe I will find you once more.

[andtrue]

[ now he has to laugh, too ]

... All right, I can't take any more. My sides will split.

[crotchbite]

[ snorts and leans back more against the blankets, rubbing her eyes tiredly

she gon be out and not remember shit tomorrow morning bye ]