<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character: Desmond King<br/><br/>Location: Lola's Saloon - Bar<br/><br/>Time of day: Night<br/><br/>Tagging: Lola, Robert</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>Desmond studied her as she spoke, the man remaining still. He had fully expected her to turn him down the very first time he made his proposal. He would have been disappointed if she had not. Everything he had heard about the woman painted her as a defiant, self reliant person, one who was fully capable of running a saloon all by herself. And he was impressed. Being a woman in the frontier was hard enough. Being a woman that ran a saloon in a rough city like this one was even tougher. Still, when she puffed out her ample bosom in defiance, the man could not help but smile, and give her a nod of appreciation.<br/><br/>"Good evening, Lola." he said in return as she departed. The tall man watched her go, staring intently after her, his dark eyes watching the sway of her hips. After a moment, he turned back to the bartender and ordered another whiskey. Hank stared at him for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not that was a good idea, before filling the man's glass once more. Desmond eyed him while he did so, then finished the glass in one swallow, before setting it back on the bar. He puffed on his cigar, now nearly finished, and adjusted his hat once more.<br/><br/>"Guns." he said, stepping back from the bar. Hank reluctantly acquiesced, handing Desmond his gun belt. He fastened the leather about his waist, clasping the metal buckle tightly at his center, the twin Colt pistols hanging low on his hips. He tossed another silver at Hank, who caught it and placed it beneath the bar. Turning, Desmond left his cigar stub at the bar and made his way through the saloon to a table where a few men were playing cards. They were about to object to him just taking a seat to join them when he set a stack of bills on the tabletop, making their eyes go wide.<br/><br/>"Deal me in." he said, and they all eagerly nodded, dealing out a fresh hand of cards. While they did, Desmond let his gaze wander the room, making note of where Robert was positioned, should he need his assistance. But mostly, he kept his eyes on the girls, and Lola, as well. He was certain he had gotten to her, and the man could sense her nervousness from across the saloon. He had thought to depart after their first meeting, but her just knowing he was still darkening her door would keep her from being able to relax, and that was just the type of reaction he wanted to have. Let her be nervous. Let her be wary. If she was, her thoughts were on him and his deal, and what he would do if she continued to deny him what he wanted.<br/><br/>"Five card stud." the man across from him said, and Desmond nodded, retrieving his cards. It was going to be a long night.