Bartending!

[filemyclaim]

Dixie's just a little perplexed as she enters the bar. She HAD been in the middle of seducing a member of Bly's gang as a favor to Brisco. On a riverboat, with champagne, while holding a derringer under her skirts.

Her shoulder slump and she gives the bar a roll "You sure do love to surprise a gal," she mutters, heading behind the bar, her violet petticoats rustling. "Next time, why don't you throw a fella into the mix?"

This list quickly appears on the specials board:

~~Specials~~~

Cowgirl Quencher
The Lady In Red
Steamboat

Beer fresh on keg tap

Champagne of all vintages

Sodas and ice cream sundaes half-priced!!

If anyone knows how to load a derringer single-handed, give the bartender a wink.

She's glad to have this small distraction after what she's been through today.

Comments

[filemyclaim]

"That's true, honey. But I wish you didn't have to work not to think."

[not_his_pa]

"I don't always just sometimes when somethin' gets me missin' Pa or things are hard."

[filemyclaim]

"No one likes that sorta thing," she sighs.

[not_his_pa]

"No, I don't mind it much for myself, but hate seein' Ma or Mark feelin' that way."

[filemyclaim]

"You talk about your ma often," she remarks. "She must be a fine woman. What's she like?"

[not_his_pa]

"She's pretty like you are with blonde hair and she works so hard for us. She and my Pa really loved each other, things just got hard."

[filemyclaim]

Her smile is very faint. "She does sound fine. Life can be tricky that way. Are they still together?" She's being forward, but then again Dixie is the forward type.

[not_his_pa]

William goes quiet before saying,

"He was killed over a year ago. She misses him a lot and I'm tryin' to take care of her and my brother.""

[filemyclaim]

Oh.

That hits a soft spot for Dixie. Several of them. "I'm sorry to hear that. The way you talked about it...I didn't know that was why you're so responsible."

[not_his_pa]

"I thought I'd told you, but yeah it is. I'm tryin' to keep us goin' the way Pa would want."

[filemyclaim]

"You'd just spoken of your family, and how hard it is to keep going," she says. "I understand what that's like." She understands better than he might know.

[not_his_pa]

He reaches forward to pat her hand,

"You told me you were an orphan."

[filemyclaim]

She nods. "I know I did." She smiles. "But the best part of that is that I've had several sets of people I consider my parents."

[not_his_pa]

"That's good, best to not be alone," That would make things even harder.

[filemyclaim]

"I'm still close to the mother superior who raised me at the mission," she admits. "I suppose you could call her my mother.

[not_his_pa]

"She must be a strong woman to take care of a lot of children who ain't hers."

[filemyclaim]

"Oh, she was wonderful. They took in girls around my age, and a little older, mostly."

[not_his_pa]

"How old was that? I don't remember if you told me or not."

[filemyclaim]

"I was with the Mennonites from eight 'til twelve, so I must've been thirteen."

[not_his_pa]

"Were they good to you?"

[filemyclaim]

"They were decent sorts; very pure. I never could live up to their expectations." A wry grin. "If I'd've been able to cook I would've been aces in their books."

[not_his_pa]

"Cookin's hard, I've never been able to manage more than the basics on the trail."

[filemyclaim]

"They thought I'd end up a proper housewife," Dixie explained, laughing at the very notion. "I could teach you something fancier, if you ever want to entertain your beau." Dixie appreciates men who can cook.

[not_his_pa]

William blushes as he thinks about cooking for Thalia,

"What kind of fancy were you thinkin' about?"

[filemyclaim]

"I make a terrific crown roast," she declares. "And about a thousand chicken dishes. I'm no queen of the range, but I could give you the basics and let you build with them."