You’re the first person to ever say I had a halo. Reckon’ that calls for a little confession. I don’t have one. Don’t reckon’ I ever will.
S'all good. High maitainance as hell them things. N' a total damn buzz kill
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You’re the first person to ever say I had a halo. Reckon’ that calls for a little confession. I don’t have one. Don’t reckon’ I ever will.
S'all good. High maitainance as hell them things. N' a total damn buzz kill
Hey, talk to the customers ‘bout that. It ain’t my fault they’re gettin wild.
Right, right. Reckon ye got yer halo all spit n' shiny as all them folks out there gittin' rowdy?
Spectating. Reckon’ if I got involved, I’d go ahead and get myself fired.
Reckon we can't have that. Then who'd I tease 'bout usin' up all my limes?
I love me a good bar fight.
Spectacle, or ye been stirrin' up some trouble?
Might wanna try makin’ some friends. I’m sure that’ll keep ya from bein’ too lonely.
Got another one up your sleeve? I’m always up for hearin’ a good joke.
Ayep, what I need is to be makin' some friend with some night owls...
Sure, reckon I can spare one if ye got one in exchange? Gotta make it nice n' fair like
how 'bout this'un...
What did O say to Q? Hey, put that thing back into your trousers.
At it again? Tryin’ to keep everyone company.
Reckon it's mostly keepin' myself company this time. Lil' selfish when ye think 'bout it too hard
how 'bout you Sunshine? Still lookin' for that there good ol' joke?
can't sleep, any ya'll folks needin' company?
E-Mail >> Ruby
Okay. I should be able to get back to you in the next few days. There are some things I need to take care of for my work, but once the dates are set, I’ll have some more time.
I really appreciate your being so friendly, by the way. It’s really nice of you.
Sounds alright alright, I'll give ye my cell 'case ye need it (XXX)XXX-XXXX
n' tha's jus' who I am darlin'. Friendly rustler with a load o\ good coffee n' company
Quiet night at the Outlaw Saloon
"Last time something like this happened, Fox Hollow nearly got blown up, someone got kidnapped," Harley shrugged, green eyes flicking towards Leo. "It was a whole lotta sitting around and waiting for something to happen, still is now. I hate it." She could feel the goose bumps crawling up over her arms now as she recalled details of last summer. Sitting around and waiting in that basement, treated like a princess by the same delusional man who had kidnapped her. It sent a cold chill plummeting along her spine.
"But I would rather be here than home."
Or Rose’s. That was ‘home’, for now, and nothing that she could really do about it. With an internal sigh, the ‘fox straightened up from the slouched position she had allowed herself to settle into. Ears perking at the sound of the bartender’s voice, Harley cocked her head to the side and looked at him. One eyebrow rising slightly at both his words and his expression, the ‘fox just shook her head.
"I don’t think I wanna know what trouble you’re going to get yourself into, Roman." But she spoke with her mouth just barely teasing into a half-smirk. Truth be told, a year ago, she might have wanted to be somewhat involved. She was the ‘fox who hadn’t been bothered by the presence of larger predators. They didn’t bother her now; Harley just found no fun in spending time with them anymore. "Probably the only person in this whole town who’s finding a way to get his kicks in this situation though, Leo, I’ll give you that one."
Leo nodded faintly, shifting his shoulders as if trying to relieve some unseen weight. It was an oddly feline gesture.
"Reckon it's the not knowing that's got e'rybody holing up. Folks can't say for sure, so makes 'em more terrified to do anythin'."
He took a deep breath, crossing his arms over his chest as it rose, reveling in the near silence of the bar though his ears had begun to ache from all the twanging guitar and nasally voices that came out of the Saloon's speakers.
He turned blue eyes to Harley, cracking a grin that was wide enough to flash every pearly white. "C'mon now, make it sound like I got some trouble brewin'. I ain't makin' no trouble for nobody, 'cept maybe myself," he confessed with a nod. "Fixing up that ol' Triumph one o' Angel's ex-beaus left under a tarp in the yard... Needs a new crank shaft."
He shifted, turning and placing elbows to the bartop as he looked her in the eye; his brows furrowing in mock concentration as the corners of his lips flicked up in a cat-like grin.
"Now, beggin' your pardon ma'am..." he cooed, tipping the brim of an invisible hat. "A Triumph ain't no Harley, but it's a right fine machine none the less" he teased.
His expression took on a more serious note as he shrugged a little. "Now be certain I feel sorry for that there poor girl. Din't know her, but still, right awful goings on. But I figure, I concentrate on things I can work, can do somethin' 'bout. Stops me from goin' all squirrely..."
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E-Mail >> Ruby
A few shady emails and texts don’t scare me. Never jumped at shadows and I never will. Still…power in numbers, right? :)
I certainly don’t need a big strong man to keep me safe, but I wouldn’t mind being kept company by one. I’d love to have some coffee with you and your roommate.
well that is definitely somethin' I can oblige a pretty lady ;) ye jus' let me know when ye git the time my busy darlin'. I live pretty close t' the Saloon if yer ever down that way
I’m an extremely good secret keeper. That’s definitely all those movies are. There’s like the tiniest bit of plot possible. But that’s what I need right now. Otherwise I’ll probably end up having nightmares or something.
Seems like a good idear to me. Lil' mindless boob tubin' ain't hurt no one. We get ye some popcorn n' a couple hundred shots o' Vin Diesel angry 'n a car n' y'all feel right as rain in a jif. No dream catchers needed
Hey! Romcoms aren’t that bad. Plus I wouldn’t tell anybody if you did. I had a boyfriend who cried during the notebook, But we can just stick to action movies. Maybe have a Fast and Furious marathon.
Glad to know my deep dark secrets are safe with you darlin'. Sounds good to me, a lil' mindless speed an explosions sounds like jus' the ticket to git rid of all the bad juju hangin' about.