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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 8:12:51 GMT -5
"...you want me to call ya Trouble, BonBon?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 8:17:28 GMT -5
*Oooh, he was trouble. Unfortunately, it made him interesting.*
"I didn't expect you'd want to be calling on me, Mr. Quinn."
*Her smile was infectious.*
"You gave me the distinct impression that you didn't much like me."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 8:24:13 GMT -5
"I don't much like anyone messin' with my horses," *he said.* "Unfortunately, they ain't 'zactly, MY horses, ya see. But ah figger you'll do."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 8:29:48 GMT -5
"Ohhh..." *She nodded knowingly.*
"So I'm good enough for Jessie, but not for you..."
*She arched her brow playfully.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 9:17:37 GMT -5
"I ain't never said you were good 'nuff fer Jessie. I'm willin' t'let ya TRY to be good 'nuff. An' ain't no question of whether'r not yer good 'nuff fer me. I ain't takin' ya, no how. Are we goin' fer a drink'r not?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 9:33:17 GMT -5
*Lark did her best to look mostly serious, nodding to all the charges.*
"Well, when you put it that way, how's a girl to refuse?"
*Her grin started to show again, just a little.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 9:55:25 GMT -5
*He cleared his throat, half-grinning a little despite himself.*
"C'mon," *he said with a jerk of his head. He reconsidered after a moment and then awkwardly offered her his arm.*
"Beggin' yer pardon. Haven't escorted anyone anywhere for some years."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 13:51:35 GMT -5
*She lifted her hand to take the offered arm just as awkwardly.*
"You don't have to, if you don't want to. I can walk on my own."
*But still, there was a part of her that just might enjoy being escorted around town, no matter how much she denied it.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 13:56:15 GMT -5
"No doubt, Miz Trouble. No doubt," *he murmured as they left the Opera.*
((Where to? Some kind of dive? I doubt an upscale establishment would let Jake in looking the way he does.))
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 14:06:19 GMT -5
((Any bar/saloon should be the sort of thing she meant. 'Cause yeah...))
*Lark followed, keeping up just fine.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 6:10:47 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
((I'm assuming that he didn't show the day after the fiasco. If he did, just let me know and I'll delete this post.))
*It had taken Lark a few days to decide she had wanted to apologize. It had taken her a few more to get up the nerve. But now she stood in the doorway, dressed as tightly properly as she could manage, the parcel wrapped in brown paper clenched in her deer-gloved hands.*
"Mr. Quinn?" *She called with a bit of nervousness in her voice.* "Are you in?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 8:43:27 GMT -5
((Yeah, he wouldn't have shown up.))
*Jake was up in the loft, pitching down hay, and so he leaned his pitchfork against the wall and went over to the edge, crouching to keep his centre of balance low. Didn't take but once falling out of a hayloft until one learned to be careful.*
"Who wants t'kno--" *his voice died as he looked down and saw who it was.*
"Miz Bullet," *he said coolly, pleased with himself for being able to act as if the girl hadn't been on his mind for the whol goddamn week.* "Jessie ain't givin' ya trouble, I 'spect?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 8:52:06 GMT -5
"No." *She answered, her voice a little shaky.* "She's lovely. I just...I wanted to..."
*She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She could shoot a mark 30 paces from the back of a pony in front of a full house, but there was something about him and this...apologizing that just made her all uncomfortable.*
"What happened...I didn't mean to. That is, I didn't mean to lead you astray into thinking... I mean, I shouldn't have assumed. It's just..." *Her hands trembled and she set the parcel on a bale of hay next to the door and wrung them as she tried to continue.*
"There are lots of traveling girls that...sell those sorts of after hour things..." *She babbled, unable to look at anything other than the floor.*
"I don't know if it's the exotic thing or the fact they won't be around to deal with but men..."
*She swallowed, shutting her eyes before forcing them up to him.*
"But that gave me no right to assume. I...I'm sorry. For saying those things."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 8:58:48 GMT -5
*Jake was quiet for a minute, then he reached up and adjusted his hat on his head.*
"No harm done, I'm sure, Miz Bullet. Sure'n I gave ya ev'ry reason to assume I was anything but a gentleman. Beggin' yer pardon, ma'amoiselle. Tolja I've a habit've findin' trouble whenever I'm in company with a--" beautiful woman "--pretty girl."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 20, 2008 9:01:37 GMT -5
Well...that went over all right.
*She smiled nervously.*
"Well, I did egg you on. But..."
*She looked around nervously, then lifted the parcel up to him.*
"...if you've got a moment. I mean...I made this for you."
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