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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.

[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?'

[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."