<div class="floatright">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div>Desmond narrowed his eyes at Lola as she came near, her insult coated with enough flirtatious charm to keep him from putting a bullet in her heart then and there.  He slid his pistol into the holster at his hip, and eyed her as she did her best to seduce him.  Fanny’s arm slid about his own and the buxom blonde flashed her most charming smile, though he could see past that charm to the fear in her eyes.  But she was loyal enough to Lola, or foolish enough, to believe that the woman would get them through anything.<br/><br/>Lola couldn’t get them through this.  Nobody could.<br/><br/>He flashed a glance at the Sheriff and his hired gun, who nodded.  They remained where they stood, though the Sheriff seemed more than a little interested in all the flesh on display.  At King’s glance, however, he straightened visibly and did his best to look grim, at least until his boss was headed toward Lola’s office.<br/><br/>King winked at Abby as he passed her, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the way she shied away from him, as though their night together had been a mistake for her.  He chuckled quietly, drawing a curious glance from Fanny.  He smiled to her, and gave her a wink, as well, though he couldn’t help but glance back at Abby once more before he lowered himself into a chair just inside of the back room of the saloon that served as Lola’s private office.<br/><br/>Once behind closed doors, the Sheriff visibly relaxed.  At Evie’s insistence, he moved to the table, eying the plate of food before him hungrily.  He glanced to his mute companion, who studied him with a raised brow, before he too moved to the table, albeit more slowly.  It was obvious he didn’t trust Evie or Lola, but the mixture of hunger for flesh and food made him warily take a seat and watch to see if the Sheriff had any reaction to the food before he too began to eat.<br/><br/>At Evie’s entrance to the office, King glanced away from Fanny as she stood and left the office at the more tenured woman’s insistence.  It was clear that Evie was in control here, or at least wanted to be, and what was even clearer was the desperation she no doubt felt when she draped herself across the desk and asked her loaded question.  King turned his gaze to Lola for a moment before he grinned and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap quietly.<br/><br/>“You’ll find out, sooner or later…” he answered, his cold, dark eyes meeting her own.  “You might even like it.  But that’s not what we’re discussing at the moment, is it, Lola?”<br/>