The Cat's Tail

by **Nick Varkan** » Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:06 pm

"Lucky for you I really ain't armed," he said with a glare at Nate.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:09 pm

"Like I'd care if you were," he said, moving around behind the bar and tapping it. "Money first."

by **Nick Varkan** » Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:13 pm

"Don't trust me? Why I'm hurt."

Nick put the money on the bar.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:16 pm

Nate poured the whiskey and pushed it in front of Nick.

by **Nick Varkan** » Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:27 pm

He took a deep swig.

"What's the scuttlebutt 'round here? Any new bounties I should know about?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:29 pm

"...hell of a pair on that one," she muttered.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:32 pm

"Pair of what?" she asks quietly, still kinda nervously leaning her back against Sam.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:33 pm

Nate still kept his eyes on Nick. "Nothing you'd care about, since none of it involves killin', drinkin', or whorin'."

by **Nick Varkan** » Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:50 pm

"There's always someone needs puttin' down," he replied.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 10:09 am

"Indeed," Nate said, keeping his eye on Nick.

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 1:36 pm

"...between his legs," she muttered.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 1:40 pm

"Oh!" she snickers. Maybe not the best thing to do at someone who seems already grumpy.

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 4:09 pm

"I don't much like the way ya looked at me when ya said that Davis," he asked Nate with a glare.

by **Roland Sackville** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 4:12 pm

The mysterious stranger leaned back, hand trailing for his cloak.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 5:39 pm

"I didn't much like the way you came into my establishment, so we're even."

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 5:48 pm

"Considering the number a' times me n' Uriel have saved yer worthless hides, I reckon we've earned some respect."

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 5:49 pm

"Goes both ways," she muttered.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 6:32 pm

"Not under this roof," Nate said. "I've had enough of your brand of savin'."

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 6:54 pm

"Awful lot a' faith yer puttin' in that scatterbrained sheriff."

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 6:58 pm

"Who said anything about the sheriff?"

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 7:01 pm

"Well if'n ya don't want men like us in town, I reckon he's all ya got left."

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 7:04 pm

"And I reckon you can't hold your liquor," she muttered, reaching out and trying to intensify his feelings of intoxication.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 7:05 pm

"There's this thing we call takin' care of our own, but I'm sure a selfish bastard like you wouldn't know anything about that." There was something strange in the way he said 'our own'.

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 7:22 pm

"Don... don't pretend you know mah... mah motivashun," he said with a slur, suddenly a few whiskeys drunk.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 8:54 pm

Nate frowned at the sudden change and sniffed the whiskey. "I think you've had enough. You'd better go sleep it off... somewhere else."

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Jan 24, 2012 9:20 pm

"Right... rest... I dun know wachu pud in dish whiskey... Bud Iiiiiiiiiiii like it..." he slurred as he stood.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:50 am

Nate nodded and called out, "Wanda! Would you come out here and make sure Mister Varkan gets to the boarding house?"

by **Wanda Johansen** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:53 am

An impossibly tall woman walked ducked out of one of the back doorways. She was wearing an ankle length skirt, but an off-the-shoulder bodice. "Yes, Mr. Davis." She moved over to Nick, "Come on, Nickie. Time to get you home."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 9:21 am

"Your kind grow tall." Do'noma gawks.

by **Samantha McManus** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 11:42 am

"...usually not as tall as her," she blinked.

by **Nick Varkan** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 1:40 pm

Nick went with Wanda.

"Yer... yer tall..."

by **Wanda Johansen** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 1:41 pm

"Yes, I'm aware," Wanda said as she led him out through the swinging doors.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 1:42 pm

"I apologize for the interruption," Nate said to the ladies. "Can I get either of you something to drink?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 1:56 pm

"Yes please." she just says, expecting water. Or maybe milk if they are that hospitable here.

by **Samantha McManus** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:03 pm

"Didn't think you drank," she said as she quirked a brow.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:11 pm

Nate looked like he was about to pour some more whiskey, but stopped when he heard Sam's comment.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:17 pm

"Everyone drink." she says, confused.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:26 pm

Nate peered at her for a minute and then said in her native language with only a reasonable accent, "<Are you wanting this or were you wanting water?>" He raised the bottle of whiskey.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:33 pm

"<Water. What is that?>" she asks, for the first time actually looking at what Nate has been serving.

by **Nathaniel Davis** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:38 pm

"<No good word for it. Fire water is as close as it gets.>" Nate picked up a glass pitcher from the back bar and poured a glass of water for her. "And what for you, miss?" He directed at Sam, switching back to English.

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