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| William A. Preston | Sep 26 2009, 03:20 PM Post #1 |
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Lawyer in a lawless land
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William A. Preston sat in his usual seat underneath one of the tall windows, nursing a shot of whiskey. It was only his forth that night, having been delayed in starting his evening's entertainment by some irritating prospector who had desperately wanted the lawyer to take down his last will and testament. The fool had been convinced that something horrible was about to happen to him, and God forbid if his wooden shack and 7 pans were not correctly bequeathed to his dear sister in Gerriston. The portly lawyer shook his head and thought of how much better it would be if no one bothered him about such business. Customers got in the way of perfectly good drinking opportunities far too often for his tastes, which were mostly whiskey, bourbon and a few of the curvier girls in The Bombed Coyote. Still, there was plenty of time to make up for lost chances. Movement in William's peripheral vision caught his attention just as he was about to sip from glass once more. A light had just danced across the window to his side and moved away again, hiding from William's puzzled glance by putting a wall between them. "Odd...", he thought, as he began the arduous task of standing up from his well-occupied seat, "I am certain that I would have recalled had the Almanac listed a transitional star in the heavens today.". After considerable effort, and a certain amount of shifting the table forwards by two feet, the lawyer stood upright and tugged on the lapels of his waistcoat jacket to straighten it. William then glanced once again out of the glass to see if his new position gave a better vantage point to see what strange movement was going on outside; he was shocked to see not a solitary, drifting glow, but something much more complex and colourful. "Heavens above!" he said to the saloon at large in a low, authoritative voice filled with excitement, "Cast your eyes skywards, fellow patrons! I do believe we are being treated to a ballet performance of the heavenly spheres! Have you ever seen anything like it?!" William leaned forwards and smiled, finding that for the time being the moving lights filled him not with fear, but a child-like curiosity and joy. |
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William A. Preston - Lawyer "Leave me be, sir! Can't you see that I am otherwise disposed with this fine, well aged whiskey?" | |
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| Alice Kaw | Sep 29 2009, 05:36 AM Post #2 |
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"Heavens above! Cast your eyes skywards, fellow patrons! I do believe we are being treated to a ballet performance of the heavenly spheres! Have you ever seen anything like it?!" Alice's eye twitched slightly as she briefly glanced towards the boisterous lawyer. The general uneasy mood that had settled over the town bit into her business early and she was irritated. People weren't spending money. The gambling tables were silent. The girls were lingering near the doorway to the rooms, distracted and lazy. Men hovered over their mugs, slowly nursing their beer and whiskey. Hell, even a moment ago, the lawyer was nursing his own drink. A shot. Of whiskey. Sipping. The proprietor of the saloon wiped at the surface of the bar with a little more vigor then necessary and grumbled something inaudibly. She had seen some strange things in her time and while the lights were mildly interesting, she brushed them off as something the Celestials were doing. Some crazy crawfish holiday. She would have asked Hickory, but that damnable girl was off god-knows where. Whats the point of keeping a damn celestial around as help if she is just going to run off when needed? Alice threw to towel down on the bar. "Celestials and their holidays!" Her voice called out, jovially, across the saloon. "They sure know how to make a scene and half of the town seems to think that the end is nigh and Lord is on his way." She stopped and grinned wickedly to the customers, her voice growing stronger. "But why not show these crawfish how to do it properly." She bit the corner of her lip and encouraged a few of the patrons to smile back, suddenly excited. "I promise you boys it won't be the Lord coming tonight! Pussy and drinks! Half-off!" And as if perfectly rehearsed, the piano player immediately jumped into a jaunty little ditty, men cheered, and Alice turned her wolf-like smile to the lawyer. |
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| Phineas Crombie | Sep 29 2009, 05:56 AM Post #3 |
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"Pussy and drinks! Half-off!" It'd appear Phineas had chosen not only the place to go for the evening, but the exact right time. He could barely contain himself as he slipped up to the bar, a grin on his face that was simultaneously amusing and disturbing. He tipped his hat at the proprietor, happy that he wouldn't be choosing between one or the other tonight. "Whiskey, and just leave the bottle." He winked as he sat down at the bar, pulling his wallet off his belt and slapping it down on the bar top with enthusiasm. Phineas glanced briefly at the lawyer by the window, figuring he was looking at the lights. They were pretty and all, but were they really that amazing? Maybe Phineas was just hard to impress. With a shrug, he turned back toward Alice. "And how long's the pussy half-off? I wouldn't wanna miss the deal." |
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| Clemmy Rose | Sep 29 2009, 06:00 AM Post #4 |
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Clemmy was bored, bored, bored. She was seated at the end of the bar, her nails tapping against the surface of it. There wasn't enough action for her tastes really, and some days she wondered if staying in this poke-dunk town was such a good idea. Another tap and she took a sop of the whiskey in front of it. It was her habit to nurse one drink throughout the night, most men didn't want a whore who was a sloppy drunk and couldn't treat them all proper. Treating folks right and proper was the one thing that Clemmy was good for in her life, and she knew it. 'Course, she could also treat them not so nice and proper. At the moment she was considering starting something, but it wasn't worth having to deal with Alice afterward. Having a madame she couldn't twist around her finger was making life just plain old too damned hard. 'Need to make enough money to start my own house' she thought, not for the first time. 'If I do that, then....' Thoughts and tapping were interrupted by the pronouncement of the lawyer who only liked the heavier girls. The heavier girls knew this, and then tended to flaunt it over Clemmy as often as they could. She told herself it didn't bother her, but it did; Clemmy was real sensitive 'bout that sort of thing. She chewed on her lip before she flounced over to the window to look out, neglecting the shot where it was. All skirt camisole and corset, the girl looked out to the lights with a look of stupid awe on her face. 'Course the aw was short lived, given the words of her employer behind her. Scowling, the whore turned to face the proprietress. Half off? They were going half limely off? The cut better not be coming off her wages, she raged inwardly. Color was coming to her cheeks a bit, and she took two steadying breaths as she attempted to calm down. Wouldn't do no on no damned bit of good to get into a screaming match when gents were already on edge due to the pretty and odd lights in the sky. But there was a client who was there, and she offered him her patented brilliant smile, moving back to the bar where her whiskey lingered. Edited by Clemmy Rose, Sep 29 2009, 06:08 AM.
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| Phineas Crombie | Sep 29 2009, 06:18 AM Post #5 |
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Phineas looked at Clemmy as she flashed him a smile and grinned, blatantly letting his eyes trail up and down. His grin was patented as well, but it was a patent in which no one was interested in. Weasely, yes. Slimy, very yes. By now, he was sweating again, and he wiped his brow once more. His teeth were a bit on the yellow side, but at least they looked reasonably clean, as did the rest of him. "This night just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?" He chuckled to himself and turned a bit on his stool, one hand on his wallet, the other on his leg. He began fiddling some with the wallet, looking just a bit anxious. How could he not be, around such a beauty? And to think she was paying attention to him and not Mr. Fancy Lawyer over by the window. "Evenin'." He winked, trying to come off as cool, but undoubtedly just seeming creepy. |
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| Clemmy Rose | Sep 29 2009, 06:31 AM Post #6 |
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When his eyes moved up and down over her, Clemmy stood there with her most welcoming smile. One hand touched the black velvet ribbon looped around her throat, and the other touched the tie of her chami, toying with it slightly. The sweat made her bite her lip in her smile, but inwardly, she wanted to release a long, drawn-out sigh. He wouldn't be the worst one she'd ever fucked, and he wouldn't be the last sleazy one she did as well. Not by a long shot in this little down. At least he had money and could afford her with the deal Alice was offering. As Clemmy tried to be most of the time, she was honest with herself now and knew that pickings were slim, and that the lawyer was never gonna warm to her. But money was money and she knew that she could land him. When he said 'Evenin', she grinned even more broadly at him, moving closer to him. "Evenin' yourself, handsome. Looking for some fine and polite company?" A little laugh and a lean, "or some unrefined and down right dirty company?" |
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| Phineas Crombie | Sep 29 2009, 06:41 AM Post #7 |
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It was so obvious she wanted him, from the way she kept grinning and how her fingers kept toying and fiddling. He grinned even more, oblivious to how unattractive he was. He smirked at her question, adjusting the brim of his hat some and raising an eyebrow. It wasn't a skill of his, and both came up. He looked more surprised than flirtatious. When she leaned forward, already closer to him, he attempted to sneak an eyeful. "Mmm, how about unrefined and down right dirty, but pretending to be fine and polite? And how about I freshen up that whiskey of yours over there?" He smirked some and twiddled the end of his mustache with his finger. Phineas couldn't help but feel excited. He knew he wasn't the best-looking guy in Meridian, but certainly in the top three. And so well-dressed too. And not to mention incredibly charming. |
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| William A. Preston | Sep 29 2009, 02:50 PM Post #8 |
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The lights continued to dance in the sky under the attentive gaze of Mr. Preston. He had pressed himself against the glass and supported himself by putting his hand against the wall; there was a good chance that if he put all his weight on the windows he would fall straight through. "Such beauty..." he mumbled to himself, his breath frosting the window for a few moments as he spoke. "I can only dream that someone in this pit of a settlement has in their possession a camera capable of recording this illuminating display for posterity." Alice's glare was, perhaps thankfully, missed by the distracted lawyer. Though he faced criminals in the courtroom in New York he would likely have turned to cowardly jelly at the bar owner's disapproval, since a few words would be all that was needed to cut off William's supply of booze and whores. The prospect of life without the saloon was not one that William would ever choose to contemplate. The cheap drinks were too good to miss, however, and William reluctantly turned away from the window to order his next round at the bar and to look around for his favourite late night distraction, though she would likely be rather in demand with such agreeable prices. "I say, barman! Perhaps I could encourage some of your finest bourbon to pour its way into my glass, hhmm? I do believe a celebration is in order. Huzzah for the Celestials and their holiday, and twice more huzzah for such generously priced liquor!" |
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William A. Preston - Lawyer "Leave me be, sir! Can't you see that I am otherwise disposed with this fine, well aged whiskey?" | |
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| Clemmy Rose | Oct 2 2009, 04:28 AM Post #9 |
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The man was ugly as sin, and Clemmy looked around quickly, attempting to see if there was more favorable prey who was just as eager. Nothing was pressing or about, and the ribbon at her throat shifted from right to left with the fidgeting. Idiot didn't even know how to flirt proper. "Pretending to be polite, huh? Well, that sounds like two thirds of the company around." Gay little laugh, and she picked up the glass of whiskey she had been sipping on. Shot was thrown back and with a shudder that shook her form; she had been sipping on the liquor for more then one reason. Glass held out with one hand, and the other one touched his shoulder, index and middle rubbing up and down the lapel of his jacket. "So what do you say, handsome? We comin' to an arrangement?" A winsome smile and the palm flattened against his chest, lingering there. |
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