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[jack_f_twist]

Jack'd come in, wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans, to sit himself down at the Bar and order some coffee. Been up working with the horses since early morning, man could use some good coffee, and, as has been previously noted, Bar makes a damn fine cup. And maybe now and again he turns his head to glance over his shoulder at the door, that one he can see and Ennis can't. Could also be some vague notions of getting lunch in his mind, too.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie has a soft spot for cowboys.

Even ones who drink coffee.

"'Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys,'" he warbles over his guitar and smiles winningly.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack twists a little on the barstool, cants a lopsided grin at the accampn accompanu fella with the guitar over his shoulder, one rough-worked hand wrapped around the coffee mug.

[bloodyrockgod]

"'m afraid that's all I know. Not one for country music, unless it's Johnny Cash." He holds out a hand. "Charlie."

[jack_f_twist]

"Jack Twist."

He shakes hands, the palm of his hand still warm from where it'd been holding the coffee mug.

"Nice to know you, Charlie. Can't say as I know much a Johnny Cash, and sure don't know much 'bout guitars, either, but it's kinda nice, havin' some music. Seems a lot a folk here sure like to play."

[bloodyrockgod]

"It passes the time." Of course, the way he's holding his guitar says it does a lot more than that. "And we've got some skilled musicians here.

"Do you play?"

[jack_f_twist]

Chuckling down into his coffee, Jack shakes his head.

"Nope. Knew some fellas at rodeos who played, but I ain't never touched a guitar. Just passin' the time, like you said, on the road and the like."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Rodeo?" He nearly bounces. "With the clowns and the cattle and all that?"

[jack_f_twist]

"Sure 'nough."

Jack shoots him a slightly bemused grin.

"Ever been t'one?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Haven't--only seen them on the telly. It looks like a grand time, though I've never spent much time around horses and could be entirely wrong about that."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal's been swimming in the lake, judging by her wet hair and damp clothes. She was a couple of spacecs down, but seeing him come in, dips her head in a nod, quirking an eyebrow at bar.

It's a non-verbal 'can I get you something?'

[jack_f_twist]

He lifts the mug of coffee, shakes his head, and eyes her wet hair.

"This'll do me for now. You're lookin' kinda damp there, Mal."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Sure."

A shrug, a grin.

"I went for a swim. It's nice out there, really."

[jack_f_twist]

Jack shoots a skeptical look at the lake through a window, and shrugs.

"Ain't much for swimmin'. Gettin' warm enough for it, I guess."

Getting up, he moves down a few spots, hoists himself back up onto the stool next to Mal, grins at her.

"How you doin'? Looks like I finally caught you in one piece."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's still cold. But I havn't had a decent swim in a while."

A bright smile back.

"No kidding. Have to make sure I don't fall off my stool, then."

[jack_f_twist]

"Ain't quick enough to catch you," Jack agrees. "Best you stay up there."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

A soft laugh.

"I will."

Turns to Bar, orders a coffee, flipping wet hair from her eyes.

"How's things?"

[jack_f_twist]

He shrugs, looking down into his own black coffee.

"Can't complain. Keep busy enough, what with the chores here 'n all, and campin' was fun last weekend."

He hovers a little at the end of the sentence, like there's more to say, but then shuts his mouth and opts for a sip of coffee instead.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence is sitting reasonably close to Jack, judging by the friendly nod that he extends to the other man.

There might even be a smile somewhere in there before he speaks. "Afternoon, Jack."

[jack_f_twist]

Jack nods back, resting the mug back on the Bartop after taking a swallow of bitter, hot black coffee.

"Hey. Doin' alright, there?"

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"As well as to be expected, I should suppose."

But he grins. "I shall be getting a proper sword, soon."

[jack_f_twist]

"That bigass one you got already ain't enough for you?"

The quirk to the corner of Jack's mouth probably means he's teasing.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"It's rubbish, really."

But he's grinning as well. "The balance is quite off - it is irritating. At any rate, it will be perfectly wonderful to have one made. By the smithy here - have you met him? A rather short fellow, but very sturdy."

[jack_f_twist]

"Not yet. Horses don't need new shoes till they're out more often--'spect I'll see him round then, I guess."

Jack's missing something, he feels, vaguely. A moment of thought produces it, and he reaches into his shirt pocket for the half-smoked cigarette of the other night, lights it and takes a deep breath of the smoke.

"Figure you're gonna use a sword around here?"

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"Not particularly, no - but I should like to be prepared if Mal takes up my offer to her. And among other things, I do so like a good sword."

And he nods. "You'll likely see Tom some too, then. Quite a sharp young man about fourteen. Just a wee lad." A very handsome wee lad who reminds Lawrence much of himself at such an age.

[jack_f_twist]

Glancing over, Jack's brow furrows slightly.

"Tom?"