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The front door opens and in walks one Bill Pardy. Half covered in white paint and looking mighty pissed about it. He walks in backwards, one hand holding a towel and the other pointing out the door. "You better get your ass ready Arliss, cus I'm kickin it when I come back out!"

He slams the door and turns around, wiping paint off the side of his face as best he can. Seeing the bar he stops, "Shit."

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A young woman approaches him, a friendly smile lighting her eyes.
"You all right?" she's not laughing. Really.

"Yeah..." He sighs, wiping at the paint. "Least didn't get to much in my hair."

She asks Bar for a couple of extra towels for him. "Were you playing paintball or something?"

"Thanks." He says, seeing the towels. "No. Some dumbass was paintin at the station and knocked his bucket off the ladder when I was walkin past. Just ain't turnin out to be my year..."

"Welcome." She shakes her head. "Sounds like not the best day, all right.
Here I thought moose in my driveway was bad."

"Bad day, bad week. Like I said, already a bad year." He grumbles. "Moose though? You get him out or he stay there starin at you like a dumb cow?" Bill gets to deal with annoying critters too, both wild an farm."

"He was staring at first. Then my boyfriend thought it'd be helpful to yell...and shine a flashlight in his eyes. We had a little chat on the topic of not annoying something that's stupid AND has about seven hundred pounds on you."

Fran looks at Bill, a little more closely. "You might've missed a spot," touching the side of her head to illustrate.

"what year?" curiously. "Mine's 1990."

"Yeah, that ain't the smartest thing to do. But I seen dumber."

He looked at the towel and at himself, "Well least it seems to be comin off okay. I'm Bill Pardy, 2006 right now."

Fran blushes, annoyed at herself for not introducing herself first. "Sorry. I'm Fran Goldsmith, from Maine. Nice to meet you, Mr. Pardy."

"Bill is fine." He says with a smile. "I'm from Wheelsy, South Carolina. Thanks for helpin me here, I didn't get any on you did I?"

He looks her over checking for paint spots.

"No problem, Bill." She glances down at her clothes, and shrugs. "I don't think so." Jeans and a red T-shirt, not anything where she'd cry over it if they got
paint stained.

"Good. Well then, long as I'm here I may as well get a drink before goin back an killin one of my deputies. Buy you a drink?" He gestures towards Bar.

"Sure.
Don't kill him til you know you're not going to get somebody stupider." ~~This from somebody whose boyfriend out-dumbed a moose? Experience talks.~~

She'd noticed his badge. "Sheriff Pardy, then, or Chief?"

"Sheriff." He says with a slight frown when he takes a seat at the bar. "Was Chief, then a lotta stuff happened an...yeah. Sheriff is good though. Works for me."

He orders a beer from himself and looks at her, "Whatcha want?"

She thinks, then orders a margarita. Not much of a drinker, but this is something she hasn't tried before.

"Thanks. Stuff? you don't mean a promotion."

((mun has to go. Slowtime or fade, your choice. Sorry!))

"Other way actually. Well...kinda. It's a bit wierd and involves one night of hell that damn near destroyed my town. Don't know if you'd really want to hear it, it ain't that nice of a story."

[no problem. I'm off for bed as well. Thanks for tagging.]

Fran thinks, then shrugs. "If you want to tell it. I've heard a few not-so-nice stories here. Up to you."

"Yeah, that's true. One reason I like the place so much, everyone's crazy to match." Bill nods.

"Well, my stories got brain slugs, critter eating and a big ol' squid that makes folks explode. Still sure you wanna hear it?"

"Oh, is that all?" Fran smirks a little, though privately she's glad she hasn't eaten. But she won't cave, oh no. "Let's hear it. So long as you're not going to tell me you're one of the slugs."

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