<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Bigjake.png)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Scooter2.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Big Jake, Scooter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Sioux Union<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 20th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>After Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nell Robinson, Matthew Ford, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>“What did I say about her goddam mouth?” hissed Jake.  His eyes were creeping around the shadows surrounding them, eyes narrowing at every bright pool of light from windows or lanterns.  Scooter gave an apologetic noise, and put his hand back over her mouth for a moment.  Then there was the jarring rock of being carried - the big man was trying to be as gentle as he could, but he was still a man carved out of stone.<br/><br/>He shifted her up onto his shoulder after a moment, to give one arm a break, and then paused when she whispered in his ear.  He licked his lips, then paused, his hand tightening on the exposed thigh beneath her shift - perhaps a warning, but she could feel the hesitation in his step.  She could almost feel that he wanted to, truly wanted to, but fear kept him back.<br/><br/>“I - “ he whispered.<br/><br/>“Goddam it, hurry up!” snapped the bully.  “We’re right by the judge’s house.  Keep quiet.”<br/><br/>There was a heavy footfall, a misstep, and then she ‘fell’ from the arms of the big enforcer, while Scooter ‘accidentally’ tumbled atop his partner.<br/><br/>“Shit, I dropped her!” said Scooter - who was clearly a terrible kind of liar.<br/><br/>“GET OFF ME you goddam lummox!” growled Big Jake.  “Grab her, quick!”