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Ben Wade ([personal profile] almosthonorable) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2012-01-26 01:09 pm

[ happy hour ]

Ben Wade is greeted with a handful of surprises when he enters the bar.

One is delicious.

Another is unexpected, to say the least.

And the last, well. He never minds this particular request so much.

"Happy to," he tells the counter, while he withdraws what's sure to be a spectacular cherry tart from the basket at his elbow. "As long as you don't mind me askin' a favor of you."

A napkin appears.

"Now that's just lewd," he says, smirking. "Flattered as I am, I'll have to say no, ma'am. What I need is for you to hold on to a couple things for me -- if you'd be so kind, of course."

Moments later, Ben's signature black hat and his infamous gun are in Bar's care, where they'll remain for the next few weeks, if not months.

He gives the bartop an affectionate half-smile before rounding the counter, rolling up his shirtsleeves as he goes.

Not long afterward, the specials board bears his uniform scrawl.

milk punch
bourbon coffee

While he waits for customers, he helps himself to that tart -- which is, predictably, delectable -- and a glass of milk punch.

[ ooc: open for business all day and most of the evening, y'all. have at! and we're closed for the night, as of 11:03 p.m. EST — thanks for tagging, everybody! I'll pick up slows asap tomorrow for all who want 'em. ]
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Teja is leaning on the bar, looking at the board.

"Milk punch?" he says.
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is milk and bourbon?" Teja asks.

That sounds strange.
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Indeed I do," Teja says. "One would feel like a boring coward for saying 'no' now. You are good at convincing people."

Why would he rob them, if he could just talk them out of their money, though?
ostro_goth: (Amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-27 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you would never, how could one suggest such a thing!" Teja says, giving him a look of genuine amusement.
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-27 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I do not lightly decapitate people just for their words," Teja says. "Especially now that I am part of Security in this place, I may no longer do so even if I wished to."
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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-27 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"That has not yet happened," Teja says. "If one was too strong for me: - we have a god in our ranks, also, that could deal with them. But if there was a choice of lethal force, and the imminent death of a living, mortal patron of this place, then I would not hesitate to kill."
ostro_goth: (z Canon - we achieved destruction!)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-27 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"As I said," Teja says, "I would not harm you, unless you were about to kill another living, mortal patron of this place. My winning games has nothing to do with it."
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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-27 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do not do facetious well," Teja states.
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-29 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is not," Teja says, with a little smile. "I was ever the dark and dour one, that which saw the worst possible outcome, and prepared for it."
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[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
William doesn't really want to talk to Wade yet but he needs to apologize to Teja.

So he walks over when he's sure Wade is helping someone else and says, "Sir, I wanted to apologize for causin' you trouble."
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Greetings," Teja says, turning to look at him. "You did not cause me trouble; I merely stopped you from causing any for yourself."
not_his_pa: (trying to make sense)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess. I was tryin' to not let her get to me," It just didn't work and he ended up feeling a fool.
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"At least, she was not trying to eat you, merely about to break another rule," Teja says, almost amused.
not_his_pa: (tired)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
William blushes and nods, "Eatin' would be simpler."
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"More people have carnal relations then are eaten," Teja points out.
not_his_pa: (tired)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't have a good answer for that as he didn't want to have any sort of relations with Tamara.

She's beautiful but he knows that would be stupid and he doesn't want Wade to hear this conversation.
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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"To avoid this," Teja says, meaning William's acute embarrassment, "you might wish to remove her foot, or tail-fin, from your lap sooner, in future."
Edited 2012-01-26 22:42 (UTC)
not_his_pa: (being a man)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, sir, I will,"

He almost got away with not getting into trouble but it felt like she did more this time.
ostro_goth: (Fascinated)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know it is hard for you to resist, young as you are, and magical as she is," Teja says. "When I see you together, I shall ever speak up."
not_his_pa: (not sure what to think)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I try to resist, but it ain't easy."
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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know it is not," Teja says. "I try to help, not censure you, or catch you at anything."
not_his_pa: (being a man)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you, sir and I'll do my best to not cause you any worry."
ostro_goth: (z Canon - we achieved destruction!)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is my duty to worry and second-guess the future several moves ahead," Teja says. "I am a member of Security, after all."
not_his_pa: (skeptical campfire)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"And you do a good job of it, sir."
ostro_goth: (Fascinated)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," Teja says. "If I did not, I should not have this honour and duty."
not_his_pa: (not sure what to think)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, don't see that you would."
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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"You need not thank you for merely doing my duty," Teja says.
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[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, sir. I should leave you to your drink,"

He's not sure he really wants to talk to Wade tonight.
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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you wish to," Teja says.

He looks at Wade again, and nods, understanding.
not_his_pa: (skeptical campfire)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
William nods and goes back to where he was reading, he'll get his coffee from a rat tonight.
hecu_marine: (unmasked)

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know," says the fellow in Marine Corps fatigues as he makes his way up to the Bar, "I ain't normally the sort to mix liquor'n wake-up juice, but shit if that bourbon coffee don't sound like a good idea just now."

Something down by his feet makes an oddly electronic-sounding mrrryip? noise.

"You be quiet, Mrs. Wilson. You ain't gettin' nothin' but water, not in your condition."
hecu_marine: (Mrs. Wilson 1 (HD))

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes please," says Shephard. "Down, girl. Ain't no way in hell I'mma let you hop up on a stool just now."

There's another vaguely electronic noise, this one faintly disappointed. If Ben looks over the Bar he'll see something that looks like a ... okay, at this point it no longer looks like anything, but there was a time when that creature was described as 'Satan's own stripey Christmas ham'. Kind of hard to call something that obviously pregnant even remotely ham-like, though.
hecu_marine: (Mrs. Wilson 2 (toon))

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The houndeye hoists herself up on her lone hind leg to get a better look at the human. She has to lean her forepaws on the Bar itself to keep her balance, though.

"Aliens," says Shephard a little gloomily. "I ain't seen a real dog on my side of the door in I don't fuckin' know how long, but if it runs in packs like a dog, barks like a dog, pisses the carpet like a dog'n takes orders like a dog, that's good enough for me."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bowl'll do fine," says Shephard. "Her mouth's on the underside. I'd have her show you, only she's in the family way these days'n her balance ain't what it used to be."

Mrs. Wilson drops back down to all threes and hops awkwardly from one forepaw to the other.

"That there's as close as she gits to waggin' her tail, seein' how she ain't got one."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Marine," corrects Shephard with a crooked smile. "Adrian Shephard, sergeant-major, United States Marine Corps. Year's 2021, back home. At your service."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Not exactly." Shephard scratches at his nose with one thumbnail. "More like- shit. Y'know how there's a shitload of different worlds'n dimensions and fuck all like that comin' together here? Back home we got scientists who fucked around a li'l bit too fuckin' hard with that shit'n got us in a whole goddamn world of trouble 'bout twenty years back. Tried to build some kinda machine to let 'em teleport from one place to another or somethin' an' what they did instead was tear time and space a whole goddamn metric fuckton of new assholes. Mrs. Wilson's kind here'n a buncha other species came through 'em. Her kind ain't all that bad, they're just wildlife'n they don't bother folks long as they ain't hungry or nothin', but there was other species that did a shitball of damage. Kinda went downhill from there."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You just keep an eye out in New Mexico," says Shephard. "Happens at a place name of Black Mesa. Ain't too far from a town name of Espanola, which I think might be around in your day."
hecu_marine: (civvies)

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Shit, if that's all you want I c'n arrange that for you," says Shephard. "Least if the pups live, anyways. Or if I c'n grab a wild pup or somethin' next time I'm out after bullsquid."
hecu_marine: (civvies)

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Fair 'nough," says Shephard. "I dunno how fast these pups'll go from wrigglers to football size, which is about how big Mrs. Wilson here was when I first brought her home. Might as well wait and see. Young pups're a lot of work'n time'n all."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Nigh onto a year now," says Shephard. "This's her first litter. Had to take her out'n tie her up near a wild pack when she went into heat."
hecu_marine: (Mrs. Wilson 1 (HD))

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Dunno. There were four or five pups the same age in the pack when I found her, though," says Shephard. "So might just be around that many."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Shephard nods and holds his mug out for the refill. "I'll let you know soon as I have 'em to show," he says. "I dunno if they even have the sealed eyes like dogs do, seein' how their entire front end is eyes."
hecu_marine: (looking up)

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Naw, no relation," says Shephards. "Bullsquids're about the size of a pony. Two legs, though. Tentacles on one end, big, nasty tail on the other with a bone hook that'll rip off a man's leg with one good strike. Fuckers spit acid and attack or hump fuckin' near anything that moves."

He digs into one of his pockets and comes out with a strip of thin but tough yellow-green skin with a few grayish spots the size of nickels.

"This is hide from one I killed a while back."
sunbaked_baker: (blazing smile)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-26 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Have a baker, Ben.

A baker carrying a sleeping baby, in fact, looking tired but otherwise all right. Babysitting is nothing new.

"Hi there, barkeep," she says with a smile for Ben.
sunbaked_baker: (you think so?)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-26 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs, shaking her head. "No way, Ben Wade."

"This is Terry, my apprentice's son. I'm just taking care of him while his mother is visiting family down in Redtree, and the bar decided to show up."

It's... good that July has grown close to Paulie's mother since Paulie's death. They both needed the support.
sunbaked_baker: (blazing smile)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-26 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not yet," Rae grins. "Maybe when he's more used to solid foods."

"How have you been?"
sunbaked_baker: (bright sunshine)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Not at all! She knows nothing! >_>

"Do you, now?" she asks, her smile completely guileless. "Well, I'm sure they're glad it's appreciated."

Also, it's Ben.
sunbaked_baker: (bright sunshine)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
She laughs. "Oh, I suspect the gesture would be very welcome, since it's coming from you, Ben."

"But," Rae allows, failing to hide a smile, "if they take offense to you buying them a drink, you can blame me for advising you to go ahead."

sunbaked_baker: (you think so?)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd really appreciate it," she admits. "He's gone through a growth spurt lately, and is heavy as lead."

Extreme exaggeration, but still. The kid has done little but eat and sleep and fuss due to teething troubles, lately.
sunbaked_baker: (you think so?)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks, Ben," she smiles, settling Terry gently down onto the makeshift bed. The boy shifts a little, but doesn't wake.

"I don't blame Bar for taking a nap; I wouldn't mind one, either. Do you have anything with caffeine that isn't coffee back there?"
sunbaked_baker: (blazing smile)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Her grin says clearly that she can tell he's out of his element, but also that she won't tease him about it.

Not too much, at least.

"Tea would be great," she replies, sweetly.
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[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"She's all right," replies the baker, smiling slightly at Ben's moment of indecision. "Worn out, but no more than usual."

Small children are actually less of a hassle than dealing with SOF.

"How about you?"
sunbaked_baker: (teen out of it)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
See her put her head down on the bar, groaning.

"I'm awake, Ben, I swear."

Caffeeeeeeeeeeeine. When she lifts her head again, she's reaching for the tea.
sunbaked_baker: (you think so?)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Rae makes a face, dry. "Alien technology, clearly."

Yes, Ben, she knows she's short on sleep. Rae is well-aware.

"I'll stick with my caffeine, I think. Hopefully it'll make a difference. I need to stay awake in case the kiddo needs something."

And she doesn't want to chance waking the poor kid with her nightmares.
sunbaked_baker: (blazing smile)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Rae suspects he's fibbing.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Today also won't be the first time Ben holds a baby.

Sorry, Ben. :(

"Forgive me if I don't take you up on the offer," she deadpans with a moderate eye-roll at the outlaw. "But the offer, such as it is, is appreciated."

So is the tea, to judge by how she's holding it, inhaling the steam between sips.
sunbaked_baker: (you think so?)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-27 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Only about three hours so far, this afternoon," she says. "Kyoko took care of him this morning while I was in the bakery. I have the afternoon shift off, so it's my turn now, until July gets back from Redtree around five this evening."

Ever since Paulie's death, July refuses to be caught away from home after sunset.
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[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-29 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Rae smiles slightly, but it doesn't last long as she gazes down at the baby.

"Yeah, and July knows I don't mind taking care of him when she needs me to."

Not that she knows the reason, of course.
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[personal profile] aintnocoonhunt 2012-01-26 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Once again, he has his head down over his tobacco pouch as he crosses the threshold into this peculiar place. A glance around reveals that it is not the saloon he was expecting, but as his agenda consisted solely of alleviating his hangover with the hair of the dog, it matters not. (And not that he puts much stock in appearances, he finds himself relieved to not be in his long johns this time.)

He selects the nearest stool and occupies it with a groan like a rusted cemetery gate. One eye peers at the board, and then across at the man behind the bar.

"What kinda saloon serves milk punch?"
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[personal profile] aintnocoonhunt 2012-01-26 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
His fingers are struggling through the ritual of rolling. Ben will have to wait a moment while he licks the paper, fiddling the too dry leavings into some semblance of a cigarette and setting it between his lips. Only then does he tug off his glove and delve into a pocket for his matchbox.

"I suppose we'll start with that, then."
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[personal profile] aintnocoonhunt 2012-01-27 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
His elbows rest on the bar, and it takes another moment of careful application of flame to paper before he can draw a lungful. With that first sweet comes a wet cough that he makes no motion to cover.

"Much obliged, Mister...?"

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[personal profile] aintnocoonhunt 2012-01-27 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Rooster's one good eye follows the man's hands. One might think a lawman such as Marshal Cogburn would become accustomed to watching a man's hands, along with a host of other signifiers that might reveal his character or at the very least his demeanor. Perhaps that's the truth of it, and perhaps, it's just where his gaze has fallen.

"Rooster Cogburn, US Marshal, out of Fort Smith. Judge Parker's court. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Mister Wade is a cut above the kind of gentlemen the Marshal usually encounters, and as such, he will afford him every courtesy. Besides, this isn't his jurisdiction, and unlike some in this place, he isn't overburdened with anything that might be misconstrued as a sense of duty.
Edited 2012-01-27 00:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aintnocoonhunt 2012-01-27 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, the man's emphasis on his title is its own revelation. He's also not burdened with much humility either.

As for the question, he shrugs, scrubbing a hand through his beard as he takes up his glass. "It ain't Missouri. The pay is steady, I'll give it that."

The milk punch leaves a froth of white on his mustache, unnoticed for the moment as his attention has fallen back to the glass in his hand.

"I'll be damned. That's sweeter 'an a Sunday peach."

Clearly, another noisy sip is in order.
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[personal profile] aintnocoonhunt 2012-01-27 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
The Marshal sucks the remnants of the drink from his beard, and sniffs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I can think of worse fates, truth be told. Did the -- " he waves a hand to indicate the mystical presence he's come to accept as the author of his indignities, "she show you how to make this? Or is this your own infernal concoction?"
aintnocoonhunt: (Default)

[personal profile] aintnocoonhunt 2012-01-27 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"S'that so."

He pauses to contemplate the tome Mister Wade is referring to.

"How much more complicated can it get than applejack?"
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[personal profile] starrydome 2012-01-26 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Elrond looks at the specials board, speculativly.
Then he looks at the Man behind the counter and asks, "Which choice would you recommend?"

He's shedding his outer, dark grey wool robe as he speaks, having just gotten in from someplace quite a bit cooler than this. Underneath he is wearing a blue linen tunic dotted with white delicate embroidered blossoms, down the sleeves. His hair is pulled back and his ears and eyes are very visible.
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[personal profile] starrydome 2012-01-27 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Elrond agrees. "Something to warm me up would be a good thing right now. So - coffee?"

He sits down and looks around, mainly to see if there are any familiar faces. His hair is very dark and very long, the braids held in place with small silver needles and clasps.
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[personal profile] starrydome 2012-01-27 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is a spirit, yes?" Elrond checks, nodding his assent.
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[personal profile] starrydome 2012-01-29 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
"And one adds the cream to the cup, yes?"

Who knows? You might be supposed to drink it after the fact. There is no accounting for customs. Or taste.
scurlock: (raised eyebrow)

[personal profile] scurlock 2012-01-26 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I ain't sure I like the sound of 'milk punch'," Doc muses aloud, as he approaches the counter and catches Ben's attention. "Though I will take a bourbon coffee with a bourbon on the side."

It's been a Day and a half, out back.
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[personal profile] scurlock 2012-01-27 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
He peels out of his gloves.

"Let me git the feelin' back in my hands and I might try it," he says, settling on a barstool and glancing around at the other patrons. "You seem to have attracted quite the crowd."
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[personal profile] scurlock 2012-01-29 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't go sellin' yourself short, now, Ben. It's unbecoming for a man of your caliber."

He nods his thanks as he lifts the glass, hooking one heel onto a rung of his stool for support -- also to keep his body half-angled to the front door.
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[personal profile] scurlock 2012-01-29 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Doc makes quick work of the Blanton's, and then reaches for the pitcher of cream to doctor his coffee appropriately.

"I'll trust you on that, as you do seem t'be the authority on the subject matter."

Between the two of them, anyway.
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[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2012-01-27 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
The front door opens to a rain shower and a man in uniform.

Bill ducks in and shuts the door on the weather behind him.

His shoulders relax a fraction when he has a look around, and he gives the door a grateful pat before heading for the counter.

There's only tthe smallest hesitation on Bill's part when he sees who's tending before Bill sits down.

Pulling off his cap, Bill runs a hand through his wet hair.

"Can I get some of that coffee?"
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[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2012-01-27 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Bill glances at the machine and shakes his head.

"Nah, from the pot is fine with me. I'll leave the fancy drinks to my girlfriend. She likes all that latte, six dollars a cup stuff."

Although Bill has taken a liking to the fresh-ground good beans Kate has brought into the house.
wheelsy_sheriff: (yeah well...)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2012-01-27 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Bill opens his mouth to decline the bourbon, then decides he could use the drink and extra warmth.

"I feel like a drowned rat," Bill says, giving a nod of thanks before he starts adding sugar to his cup.

An indignant squeak from behind makes Bill turn, and he gives the wait rat standing there an apologetic look.

"No offense." Beat. "Sorry 'bout the floor."
wheelsy_sheriff: (yay)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2012-01-27 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Bill turns back to Ben as the rat scurries off.

Taking a careful sip of his coffee, Bill glances at the basket, then does a double-take.

"Really? Thanks."

He looks over what's there, then decides on a cinnamon roll.

"S'good," he says, licking a glob of icing off of his thumb. "I've had these before, they're awesome."
wheelsy_sheriff: (smiley)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2012-01-27 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm-hmm," Bill says in agreement, breaking off a piece of his roll so he can dip it in his coffee.

"She was sellin' stuff out here awhile back. I probably bought half of what she had."
wheelsy_sheriff: (smug)

[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2012-01-27 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not too sure about that. I ate all I had in one go, anymore would've been beggin' for a belly ache." Bill laughs.

A drop of water runs down his ear, and Bill wipes it away.

"Think I can get a towel from you?"
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[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2012-01-27 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Bill starts toweling off, glancing back at the rat.

"Y'know, the bar back home don't ever complain about a little mess."

Bill drapes the towel around his neck, and turns back to Ben.

"No floodin' yet, but a big rain storm is tryin' to fix that. Nothin' like answerin' calls in a downpour."
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[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff 2012-01-29 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Bill eyes Ben, then shakes his head.

"After a long Carolina summer I guess I can say no to that."

That doesn't mean Bill has to like the rain, though.

"Can't win for losin'."
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[personal profile] gotpoetryinme 2012-01-27 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
McCabe looks up at the board and shakes his head. The clientele at his saloon hadn't really been the cocktail type. Neither was he.

He sits down at the bar. "Double shot of whiskey," he says. He skips the egg this time. Right now he's only looking to get drunk as economically as possible.
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[personal profile] gotpoetryinme 2012-01-27 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't matter much to me," he says.
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[personal profile] gotpoetryinme 2012-01-27 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
McCabe nods as he grabs the glass and takes a long drink.

"Pretty smooth," he says. "You know, I usually take this with a raw egg."
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[personal profile] gotpoetryinme 2012-01-27 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Can think of worse ways to start the mornin'." The frontier wit at work.

"Right now, I'm just lookin' for somethin' that'll get me to where I don't remember who I am no more." He takes another drink and shakes his head. "Still don't rightly know where I am."
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[personal profile] gotpoetryinme 2012-01-27 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
McCabe moves his glass closer to the bottle and nods.

"You could say that," he says. "Told me it was at the end o' the universe. Don't think I believe that."
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[personal profile] gotpoetryinme 2012-01-29 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I seen that," McCabe says. "Guess it's s'posed to be...stars explodin' or some shit. Never was much for science books. Also heard the whole story 'bout seals and trumpets and all that shit. Never was much for that, either."
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[personal profile] waco_jim 2012-01-27 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Jim sits down and raises an eyebrow. "The hell's milk punch?"
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[personal profile] waco_jim 2012-01-27 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Jim smiles. "Well, now you've got me curious. Get me one of those."
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[personal profile] waco_jim 2012-01-27 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Unfortunately, I haven't," Jim says. "But I haven't been here a week yet."
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[personal profile] waco_jim 2012-01-27 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," Jim says. He quietly asks Bar for a plate and plastic fork to eat it with. He digs in and takes a bite.

He closes his eyes. The cake is sweet, rich, and syrupy, with a velvety, crumbly texture.

"Holy shimmft," he exclaims, mouth still full of cake, "Thimfs is deliffishms!"
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[personal profile] waco_jim 2012-01-27 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim has already finished the cake and by this point is licking the fork.

"Believe me, I will. Any pointers on where I can find her?"
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[personal profile] waco_jim 2012-01-29 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Shouldn't be too hard," Jim says. "I'm good at begging."

He tips his hat. "Jim, though in my youth I was better known as the Waco Kid. I've been here a little under a week now, so I've heard the whole song and dance at least twice."
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[personal profile] filemyclaim 2012-01-27 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Dixie's had just enough bourbon over the past couple of days, so when she sees Ben after a very (very!) long time, she has to sashay over and give him the business.

"Hmm. I wonder what your favorite drink might be."

[OOC: Gah, late by inches :/ Can delete if you'd like!]
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[personal profile] filemyclaim 2012-01-28 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: aww!]

A smiling man's one of Dixie's favorite sights - and not only because that means she's about to get a tip. On Ben it's extra-charming, and enough to make her forgive him for guessing her secret last time they met. "Maybe, but a strong fella like you should be able to take it." She leans against the bar, her eyes briefly skimming over the line of bottles just behind Ben before meeting his eyes. "Bourbon's a fine liquor, but I'm craving a bit of brandy. Now tell me what you've been up to." She would have given him a gift if she knew he'd be back.