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[almosthonorable]

A cowboy walks into a bar.

Only when said cowboy orders his usual whiskey, he gets a little something extra.

(Or, you know, a lot something extra.)

Bewildered beyond measure (and now HATLESS, WHUT) Ben's on a stool.




-- playing with a spyglass.



[ tiny tag: harvey dent ]

[ ooc: intermittent and sudden slowtimes guaranteed thanks to a design project, but guys. guys. i couldn't resist. i will tag like a tagging thing as i'm able, i assure y'all! ]

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[song_tra_bong]

She grins (and resists the urge to poke the tassels).

"If she's nice to me now, it's only because she's been less than kind before in the outfit department."

[almosthonorable]

"That right?"

His lips twitch.

"Kinda trouble's she made for you?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Well, one particular occasion comes to mind where she stuck me in an opera dress with a hoopskirt out to here."

She holds her arms out about as far as they can go.

"And that's not even counting the wig."

[almosthonorable]

"Now that woulda been a sight," he grins.

"Get a pair of spectacles on a stick, too?"

[song_tra_bong]

"No, but I did get a pretty neat fan."

[almosthonorable]

"Well, I'm sorry I missed that."

[song_tra_bong]

"No doubt."

She leans in, tone dropping conspiratorially. "I had to be cut out of it."