<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, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>Big Jake gave a little blink of surprise at the sudden nodding, surprised at her complicity.  He’d expected more resistance, though he wasn’t displeased by it.  He kept the hard barrel at her temple, and his hand stayed tight on her mouth.  He walked her away from the bed, towards the open window.<br/><br/>”Hey!  Lummox!”  His voice was a shrill whisper.  ”Catch!”<br/><br/>He took just a moment for himself - both to admire the way the light breeze caught her shift, and the curvaceous figure underneath the simple garment.  Then he gave her a push at the jaw, sending her tumbling backwards through the window to fall head over heels from the second floor.<br/><br/>Powerful arms caught her, and held her, and a deep baritone gave a warning.  ”You be quiet now.”<br/><br/>Then he held all ninety pounds of her against a barrel of a chest, a hard mountain of a man.  He didn’t set her down, and then there was a clatter of legs and an ‘oof’ of pain and a grunt.<br/><br/>”Goddamit, Scooter.”  The voice was pained.  There was a suck of breath as Big Jake put weight on an ankle that didn't care for the abuse, and he leaned on the larger man, his pistol still in hand.<br/><br/>”You wanted me to catch you too?  Why didn’t you say so?”<br/><br/>”Just… get goddam moving,” he hissed.  ”And for godsakes, keep her mouth covered!”<br/><br/>"Ok, but... where are we going?" asked Scooter.  "Not the - "<br/><br/>"No, out to Deadman's Rest.  Gonna do the deed there."<br/><br/>