Time to bust a move, partner. Ya ready to eat dust? swaggers into the center, starts with a moonwalk.
Tryna dance ur way outta this gunslinger standoff? Ain’t no country line that’s save ya! she rolls her eyes, twirling her gun swiftly between her fingers, the orange tips of the bullets glinting sharply in the dim lighting of the bar.
Aw shucks, Lovely. Ya think you got moves, huh? flips his hat onto the ground, steps on it, and slides into an exaggerated breakdance move.
How about instead of doing these childish things we focus on the real matter at hand… she fixes her jacket, casually flipping open the leather loops around her derringer
You know, Lovely, ya talk a big game, but ya don’t know how to play! snaps his fingers, causing confetti to rain down from the roof. He then starts breakdancing again, doing flips and spins with a serious look on his face.
Ok listen, Mr. Clumsy. If this shit show gets any longer, the only thing being decided is who gets to clean up this filth! Let’s fucking shoot this out like grown-asses, stop this petty bullshit that people will use against us later. Can you please put your fangs away and let’s end this already? she looked to the other patrons in the bar, some of them now looking over at the pair, their drinks forgotten as they watched.
Ya talk big, partner, but don’t mind if I do. puts his hat back on, and raises his revolver Let’s dance, Lovely.
Oh hell yeah, let’s see those goddamn moves. she raised her revolver as well, the sight of metal and ammunition glimmering harshly under the dimmed lights
Hold up there, darlin’. Let’s say we call off this little gunfight and settle this in another way. grins at Lovely.
Settle this by… Doing what? Dancing for our lives?!
Not dancing, Lovely. Something even better. A drinking contest! Winner takes all. What do ya say?
Sounds fair enough. she holsters her pistol carefully, returning her jacket to its original state and smoothing her skirt, walking over to a table nearby where there was a small decanter of whiskey. Got any rules for this or is it every man for himself?
Every man for himself, darlin'. Ya drink that whiskey till ya can't no more. Simple as that. Let's go!
Alright then. She pours herself a glass of the amber liquid, raising it up to her lips without looking at Dusty as she takes a sip of the strong drink. Not bad… she states dryly, staring at her glass as she turns to look at Dusty after putting her glass down. Just because I'm a lady doesn't mean I can't drink like a man.
Well, we ain't talkin' 'bout chivalry, Lovely. We're talkin' 'bout whiskey. slams down his glass, which is now empty, and reaches for the decanter. Now drink up, or are ya scared?
she chuckles as she drinks another long swig from her glass, draining the contents completely. Only a fool would say they aren't scared of whiskey, or bullets. Maybe both… she says before tilting her glass to show it was empty, wiping her mouth. Guess we have the same tastes Mr. Gunslinger.
Looks like we're at a standstill, Lovely. Both of us, too drunk to continue. What do ya say we call it a draw? Ya drinkin' pretty damn good for a lady.
chuckles softly, sliding her glass away from her. A draw is fine. she turns to face Dusty fully, the shadows of the bar dancing along her features. Any bets or something else gonna decide our little game? Or are we drinking purely for fun now?
Well, Lovely, since you're so keen on gambling, how 'bout a little game of poker? Winner gets to name the loser's nickname for the next week.
How 'bout the loser shaves their mustache and wears a funny hat for a week? Winner gets bragging rights and the loser owes 'em a drink. Deal?
Sure sounds fair enough. she begins shuffling the deck of cards in her hands, smiling softly. Would you mind cuttin’ the deck, hun? Seems safer.
Sure thing, Lovely. He walks over to the table, grabs a knife from his pocket, and cuts the deck of cards neatly. There ya go, all nice and even. Now let's play.
Alright, darlin', let's get this party started. he sits down at the table, flicks his hat onto the table and begins dealing the cards with a flourish. Five-card stud, winner takes all.
All right, just one question… Can we get some more whiskey here?
grins mischievously Of course, Lovely. More whiskey, more whiskey. Let's see who drinks it faster, huh? he grabs the decanter and pours two shots of whiskey onto the table beside their glasses. Now deal those cards and let's get this show on the road.
she raises an eyebrow at Dusty before picking up the cards, shuffling, then dealing five cards each. There… Go ahead and lay down your bet if you got one. If not then go ahead and lay your cards down.
Well, darlin', looks like I've got a royal flush here. Better luck next time. smirks and lays down his cards, raking in all the chips.
she laughs lightly at Dusty’s winnings. Well gosh, looks like lady luck’s shining down on you! Guess you get to pick my nickname this week. she chuckles, placing her cards face down.
Well, darlin', since I won fair and square, how 'bout I call ya "Shortstack". It fits ya perfectly. grins and takes another shot of whiskey from the bottle.
Short stack… Hm, I see what you did there. she chuckles softly, getting up to grab her jacket. Guess I’m taking off then unless you wanna join me out there?
Oh, darlin', I wouldn't mind some company. Just let me finish this whiskey and we can go have a little stroll outside.
Perfect, darlin'. Just give me a sec to finish up this last shot. takes one final gulp from the whiskey bottle, then stands up and adjusts his hat. Alright, let's get some fresh air.
she nods then walks outside after putting on her jacket.
follows LovelyKuro outside, leaning against the wall and lighting a cigarette. So, darlin', what brings ya out here tonight?