<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br/><br/>Location: Lola's Saloon - Stairwell<br/><br/>Time of day: Night <br/><br/>Tagging: Belladonna, Lola, Robert<br/></strong><br/><br/>Desmond was surprised at her insistence on pulling him towards the stairs. He had not yet planned on taking one of the girls to a private room just yet, but who was he to argue, especially when it came to an alluring young scarlet haired beauty? Grinning, he walked with her up the stairs, his free arm sliding around her slender waist while the other cradled the bottle of scotch and his empty glass. He glanced back to the main floor just in time to see Lola slide to Tom's table, and he caught the slightest gleam of light at the corner of her eye. Was she actually crying? The thought made him grin, and he decided he would spend the next few hours celebrating with the gorgeous woman on his arm. After all, there would be plenty of time to put pressure on Lola in the days to come, and the fact that he had made her cry from their very first meeting, a meeting that he thought he had been rather generous in, made him all the happier.<br/><br/><em>'If only you knew what you were in for, Lola...'</em>he thought, and grinned.<br/><br/>"Don't forget the beautiful women..." he replied, reaching down to squeeze her firm backside. "Believe it or not, tonight started as purely business. I came here with the intention of buying this place. But your lovely madame didn't seem too keen on the idea."<br/><br/>Reaching the top of the stairs, he pulled her toward him, pressing their bodies together, the much taller man looking down at her. She was stunning, the kind of woman no doubt many of these cowboys would sell their horse for. But Desmond was no mere cowboy, and he had known love only once in his entire life. After that, he had been sure to avoid it. Lust, however? Well, that was something far less complicated.<br/><br/>"But that can wait." he said. "After all, what is business without the pleasure to go along with it?"<br/><br/>He stepped back then, though he kept one hand on her hip, and looked out over the saloon. His gaze caught White Bear, and once the man returned his look, he changed his gaze to the card cheat. When he was sure that Robert had recognized the correct person, he nodded slightly, then hit the banister with the palm of his hand. Robert had been in his employ long enough to know what that meant, he knew, and satisfied that the card cheat would be dealt with, he turned his attention to the redhead.<br/><br/>"What about you?" he asked. "Did you come here for the fresh country air, or to find a cowboy to saddle up with? What's a fresh-off-the-glens Scot like you doing in a dustbowl like this?"