EP: Kate Barlow | Outside, Stables / Main Bar

[ikissdhimbck]

It's been a long time since Beaut's had the pleasure of startling the bar with her presence. The front door admits the five-foot cowgirl and her mount, obviously on their way someplace else, depositing them smack dab in the middle of the bar.

Beaut snorts.

"Oh, come now. S'good t'be back, ain't it?"

Kate wins an ear twitch for her trouble. With a chuckle, she sets about navigating the tables and chairs — and waitrats, we mustn't forget them. She'll get Beaut resettled out in the stables and check on the stock, and once she's done there she'll find a calendar. Once she knows the date and has stopped to look for messages in the stables, at the board, or with the Bar, she'll settle in for a while.

Then again, it's such a beautiful evening out. Maybe she'll take advantage of the lingering light and give Beaut a proper ride up the mountain path.


[ooc: I'm so sorry for inundating the bar! I did try to space everything out. ~sheepish~ Post open indefinitely; catch Kate anywhere you like, she'll be making her rounds and she's in a great humor.]

Comments

[ikissdhimbck]

"Been doin' all right."

Her smile is freer than it's been in some time, but there is the quickest flicker of hesitation, as if she wants to amend the statement. Ups and downs, as usual.

"You?"

[bornuntotrouble]

"The same," he says. "Managed to go outside Miss MacFarlane's ranch the other day without gettin' any holes in me, if you can believe it."

[ikissdhimbck]

"I don't. Turn me a circle."

She makes the appropriate hand gesture. She's expecting to see swiss cheese, John.

[bornuntotrouble]

John stops short.


"You're not serious, Miss Barlow."


Is she?

[ikissdhimbck]

"Why? Y'got somethin' t'hide?"

Might be a smirk just starting to twinkle in her eyes.

[bornuntotrouble]

And so, you know, John'll just hold his hands up and give Kate her circle.

(Because he has a losing average when it comes to reading women, and a downright terrible one when it comes to winning arguments with them.)

[ikissdhimbck]

He might hear her snicker while his back is turned.

"Well, what d'you know? Y'were tellin' the truth."

Once he's facing her again, she winks. She's definitely got a touch of the devil in her today. It's a fine day, her missing piece is back in place, and nobody's shot at her lately. Why not be in a good mood?

[bornuntotrouble]

John sees the wink and smirks, shaking his head. Yup, that's Kate, through-and-through.

"Untamed as ever, I see. You takin' her out for a ride?" he asks, nodding to Beaut.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Ain't nobody's put a bridle on me yet."

Her lips twist.

"I was thinkin' 'bout it. She hasn't gotten a chance t'run in a long while. But I could save the ride for the mornin', if y'wanted t'catch up."

[bornuntotrouble]

"Hell, Miss Barlow, I wouldn't want you to deprive yourself on my account. You saddle up and I'll just walk alongside."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Walk alongside? Y'really think y'can keep up with me?"

Does he even remember her? Has he fallen on his head since they last saw each other? That last thought reminds her — 

"Ah, by the bye, I hope neither myself nor my escort made you uncomfortable at Lady Aphrodite's holiday shindig."

[bornuntotrouble]

John chuckles. "Miss Barlow, so long's you don't get too big for your britches, my bag of bones can keep up with you jus' fine."

He adjusts his gunbelt. "An' really, Miss Barlow, I've been shot at before. A breach of decorum at a fancy to-do like Miss Aphrodite's is hardly enough to rattle me."

[ikissdhimbck]

Her smile is all smug delight.

"Naw. Y'know what they say, 'pride before a fall.'"

She tugs at her belt, rather like she's showing off some fancy buckle that don't happen to be there. Because Kate Barlow is the picture of humility, you see.

"I reckon you've got a point. Still, I apologize for 'im. He's that way with a lotta folk."