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milliways_bar2012-07-10 05:01 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote in milliways_bar2012-07-10 05:01 pm
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Milliversary EP: Kate Barlow | main bar
"What're you — "
With a magical chime, Kate's typical attire is replaced by a party dress, fancy lace choker, and matching turquoise-studded black cowboy boots.
"Very funny, ma'am."
All right, she kinda likes the boots. But she's not going without her guns. It takes a brief argument over a few napkins and Kate agreeing to keep the party attire, but her gun belt eventually settles itself back on her hips.
"Thank you kindly. An' take care of this for me, would y'please?"
She tosses an old newspaper down, folded to a heading just briefly visible before Miss Bar disposes of it.
YOUNGER RANCH
YORKTOWN, TX.
Fine bred horses, stock, pigs, goats.
Happy Milliversary! :)
"Thank you, ma'am. 'Nother bottle of bourbon, an' keep 'em comin'."
A large plate of cookies materializes with her order. Well, hell. Now she'll have to find somebody to share them with.
[ooc: Today is Kate's 4th Milliversary! Open indefinitely, and as the cowgirl is a little drunk (and only set to get more so) shenanigans are welcome. ^__^ Note: All threads timed before the one with Tommy Gavin.]
With a magical chime, Kate's typical attire is replaced by a party dress, fancy lace choker, and matching turquoise-studded black cowboy boots.
"Very funny, ma'am."
All right, she kinda likes the boots. But she's not going without her guns. It takes a brief argument over a few napkins and Kate agreeing to keep the party attire, but her gun belt eventually settles itself back on her hips.
"Thank you kindly. An' take care of this for me, would y'please?"
She tosses an old newspaper down, folded to a heading just briefly visible before Miss Bar disposes of it.
YORKTOWN, TX.
Fine bred horses, stock, pigs, goats.
Happy Milliversary! :)
"Thank you, ma'am. 'Nother bottle of bourbon, an' keep 'em comin'."
A large plate of cookies materializes with her order. Well, hell. Now she'll have to find somebody to share them with.
[ooc: Today is Kate's 4th Milliversary! Open indefinitely, and as the cowgirl is a little drunk (and only set to get more so) shenanigans are welcome. ^__^ Note: All threads timed before the one with Tommy Gavin.]
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She's not exactly fine, but he's not going to say anything. He only grips her hand firmer when she stumbles, getting up off his stool to stand close to her as she gets her bearings.
And once again, the barstools that had pretty much leveled off their height difference have to be left behind.
It takes a lot to bring Tommy down (foot stuck in a stirrup notwithstanding) and he's not going to object if she has to hold onto him for support.
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Her eyes land on their linked hands.
She runs her thumb across his knuckles slowly, touch cautious and thorough, like she's feeling for something. She tugs to loosen his grip, sliding her hand in his until they're finger to finger, his callouses brushing against hers.
And then she threads her fingers with his, and takes a step toward the stairs.
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Strange. From a distant time. Yet familiar. And needed. Like a swallow of whiskey that warms you from the inside out.
He squeezes her hand in a promise, that at least for tonight, he won't let go.