[OASIS] Saguaro Saloon
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				Title: <strong>[OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 02:30:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saguaro Saloon</strong></span></em></span><br>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/saguaro01.jpg)</div><br>From afar, onlookers may overlook what would seem like a mirage in the desert. The town built on the plateaus and in crevices of a rocky hill, and the one with a steady stream of coaches and men on horseback, is none other than Oasis. Found close to the border of the foreign country down south, Oasis is the last stop in the country before gentlemen and outlaws alike cross the river into Bandito country. Like an oasis, the town supplies the locals and passing folk with needed fluids to moisten parched mouths and burn throats. The town also has a church, for those seeking salvation from their lives. From desert food to leather garments to guns and never-ending supply of bullets, Oasis is the place for the lawmen and criminals, but they first have to get past the Marshal, who makes the town of Oasis his home. The Sheriff's Office sits next to the general store, its front door able to see the towering walls surrounding the saloon as well as the path that leads down away from Oasis. A Wells Fargo bank sat across from the Sheriff's Office, next to the church.<br><br>Sitting at the peak of the rocky hill the town is built upon is the Saguaro Saloon, aptly named after the tall cacti strewn about the desert landscape around the town. The semi-fortified mansion used to be the home of a man who ran for the West with two women tagging along behind him. Now it belongs to Guinevera Starr, the self-claimed Madame of the Saguaro Saloon. Most of the town's business and activity center in and around the watering hole, which doubles as a gambling station and pleasure center catering to all gentlemen and not-so-gentle-men. It was the Saguaro Saloon that turned Oasis from a humble trading post to a need-to-see place in the West.<br><br><hr><br>The Saguaro Saloon used to be a mansion of a wealthy man from the eastern coast of the country, who turned the house into an average brothel after the death of his wife. He hired Mexican laborers to build the structure of the house from materials found in Mexico, and paid them cheap wages. An extensive wall was built around the house in order to keep unwanted guests, including the builders of the house, who made their homes on the plateaus and crevices of the hill that the house sat upon. But the dreams and riches of the West seduced the man, and with two harlots in tow, made his way west to find success. No one has heard from him since. Rumors say the two harlots killed the man in his sleep one night and his money and his life was taken away from him in the desert sun.<br><br>Guinevera Starr, a humble saloon girl who worked at the Saloon, was among those who made their living and their homes in the Saloon. Finding management nowhere in the God-forsaken desert, the ladies of the house left on whatever carriage was available and went to the four winds in order find their success. Finding potential in the now empty house, Guinevera Starr appointed herself as the Saloon's Madame and used her time and body, and with help from the Marshal, to bring the Saloon back on its feet. In three years, it has become an important stop for travelers from every corner of the country and beyond.<br><br>Saguaro Saloon has grown in the three years it was re-established. Behind the house sits a corral for both horses and cattle. The original Mexican workers became the caretakers of the house, eventually expanding it to make room for a high-stakes gambling room and additional rooms for travellers. Their daughters became the saloon girls who served the drinks to the Saloon's patrons. Six rooms on the upper floor are reserved for the courtesans who cater to the other needs of paying customers. The Saguaro Saloon has a full bar with large supply of all the available liquors in the country. The bar even serves wine to the gentlemen who visit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 05:14:55</strong>
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				<em>Another busy day in the Saloon...</em><br><hr>"Thank you kindly for your time, Miss Starr," a gentlemen in a gray suit said as he exited out of a door, which was held opened for him to walk through.<br><br>"It was my pleasure, Mr. Talbot," Guinevera replied, her arm extended to her right, keeping the door from closing. "Be careful out there, sir." The gentlemen gave her a smile as he placed a hat matching the color of his suit onto his head. He left the Madame of the Saguaro Saloon at the door. Closing the door, the woman went over to the railing of the second floor veranda that gave her a view of the saloon floor and all the patrons of the house. Guinevera Starr smiled, seeing the activity of the place increase as more and more customer came in. It's high noon, she thought. Her teal eyes saw the Mexican saloon girls waiting tables, providing drinks and roasted meat and bread to the men conversing with each other. Along the walls were booths, fine furnishing that the Marshal invested to make the place more comfortable. The tables in the center of the room were more or less equally furnishing, but the residue of the liquor was beginning to stain the wood.<br><br>Starr stood straight, pushing herself off the banister. She made her way to the staircases, the last steps ending at either side of the long bar. Behind it, was the only courtesan who was able to juggle drinks and the pleasure of men in one day, Irene O'Rourke. Guinevera gulped, her throat needing a shot of tequila after her last appointment. A free drink would do her throat justice and clean her throat out before the next appointment.<br><br>Her black heeled boots were the only signals she gave off that a courtesan was making her way down the stairs. The black stockings covered the fine legs that were under her lacy gown. Her corset was a common sight in the saloon, and it gave the men a fine figure to look upon. It also lifted her breasts for all to see. Her long dark hair flowed down as she took each step warily. Making it to the last step, she further made her way behind the bar. Taking out a bottle of tequila, she pulled the cork out and pour the liquid into a clean shot glass. She pour the warm liquor down her throat, burning the residue from the last appointment. Placing the glass on the counter, she moved in close to Irene, who was busy pouring drinks for the men seated at the bar. "How's your patronage to these fine gentlemen going on, love?" she asked the bartending courtesan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 05:57:44</strong>
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				Even though it was almost noon, Trinette-Marie LeBlanc was just getting out of bed. The red in her eyes made it clear it was the bottle and not customers that had kept her up the previous night. Trin groaned as she got out of bed and slowly got dressed. Her wardrobe wasn't what most would expect for a woman in her occupation. No fancy dresses or frilly lingerie. Leather pants and a vest suited her just fine. Trin also didn't dress up what she did for a living. Others at the saloon like to use the word "courtesan." Trin had no problem being called a harlot or a whore. She was honest about herself, even if there were plenty of parts she didn't like. <br><br>(http://foxxxtails.webs.com/trin3-1.jpg)<br><br>Making her way down to the barroom, Trin glanced around with a weary eye for potential clients. Trin's approach wasn't typical of a working girl. She didn't flirt or play coy. Hell, most of the time she didn't even smile at anyone. It's not like the men who came into the Saloon weren't already looking for a roll in the hay, they didn't need to be talked into it. Trin let it be know she was available and let nature take its course. Her approach was pretty successful. Oasis attracted rough and tough men. They worked hard and wanted to play hard too. Sure, the sweet little things were nice but it was clear a woman like Trin could handle a long hard ride. Well, at least when she wasn't hungover.<br><br>Trin walked over to the bar and leaned against it, her large breasts pressed up against the wood. She slapped her hand against the hard surface to get the bartender's attention.<br><br>"Hair of ze dog, s'il vous plait!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 08:04:08</strong>
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				(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Rachel/rachelmcadams100.jpg)<br><br>Irene was playing up the accent with another from the olde sod.&nbsp; Of course, Irene wasn't born in Ireland, she was born in Boston.&nbsp; But, the man enjoyed thinking she was as Irish as her name.&nbsp; No need to tell the poor bloke that her husband was Irish and also dead.&nbsp; She poured his whisky and poured one for herself at his insistence.&nbsp; She could handle a good bit of alcohol, but it was early so she only pretended to drink, slamming the empty shot down and laughing with him before turning to spit the whisky out.&nbsp; It wasn't the good stuff.&nbsp; Not too many cared about the history of the bottle, just the potency.<br><br>She saw her boss enter the room, as did every person in the house.&nbsp; Irene smiled; now, there was a woman who commanded a room.&nbsp; Sometimes she wondered if Guinevera even noticed.&nbsp; She nodded to the woman and spun down the bar to pour a pint for a couple of scruffy gents who seemed more interested in her corset contents.&nbsp; She leaned on the bar, locking eyes with first one, then the other.&nbsp; "If you have the coin, boys, I'll give ya' a toss," she said with a wink.&nbsp; Her pale blue-green eyes, fringed with thick dark lashes were a striking combination and, when the gents weren't properly focused, often lent her an aid to draw them back to the present.<br><br>When Guinevera moved up to her, Irene stilled, listening.&nbsp; "I'm pouring as fast as I can, ma'am.&nbsp; And, we're having a right fine party," she said, winking at the pair once more.<br><br>Her attention strayed to the statuesque figure of another girl.&nbsp; Irene glanced around the room, which would be the most likely to want to take the woman on?&nbsp; she wondered.&nbsp; She drew another glass, poured some of the better whisky in and slid it down the bar to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 09:03:06</strong>
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				<em>This kitty needs a nap...</em><br><hr>Pouring herself another shot, but not immediately downing the cactus water, Guinevera put a reassuring hand on Irene's hip, her arm like the support of a chair placed around the tables in the saloon. "Relax, baby. No need to go and waste the goods," she said, pointing out some spilled drink on the counter with her finger. She took her shot of tequila and lifted it towards the men seated on the bar, their eyes first on the glass and then on the heavenly features of Miss Starr. "I hope ya'll gentlemen have a fine and dandy time with Miss O'Rourke, here." After getting participants to raise their glasses with her own, she led the patrons in downing more of the bar's liquor. Guinevera set down her shot glass but also placed her other hand in the path of the another shot glass filled with some of the better whisky.<br><br>Guinevera gulped the whisky quickly and with no trouble and sent a cold stare towards Trinette. "I believe you need some water, Miss LeBlanc," she told her. "And get off the stool. Those are for customers only." Trinette-Marie LeBlanc was the newest and the most ruthless harlot of the upper floor. When customers were up for a rough time with a girl, they were sent towards Trin's way. She was so new, that not even the Madame of the Saguaro Saloon knew her ordeal or at least knew where she came from. Everyone besides Miss Starr could not tolerate her tenacity and mostly avoided her when they saw her. This was why Madame Starr was revered by even the local of Oasis. Guinevera could tolerate her even if Trinette was drunk and violent. When she threatened Guinevera, she didn't even flinch. "And why don't you take a day off today. You look like you need some sleep. And no more of the expensive whisky ... not until tomorrow. Gentlemen pay for that."<br><br>In her mind, Guinevera thought it was cruel that she was scold one of her staff in front of a dozen or more customers, but it had to be done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 13:44:14</strong>
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				Trin felt a twinge of sorrow as she watched the whiskey disappear between the lips of Guinevera Starr. She subconsciously licked her own, then her mouth turned into a sneer.<br><br>"Gentlemen? No such zing here. Not anywhere in ze world... "<br><br>She got off the stool, "accidentally" knocking it over with her hip. It made a loud crash hitting the hardwood floor. Trin looked down on with an expression of mock horror.<br><br>"Mon Dieu! How tragic! I must save ze stool for... ze gentlemen!"<br><br>Facing the customers at the bard, Trin leaned over to pick the stool up and gave them a good look down her cleavage. She set the stool back up and looked at her boss with a little less humor than before.<br><br>"I don't need sleep, Madame, and I don't need ze day off. I can wear out everybody in zis place. If some with ze balls come in, I'll be in my room."&nbsp; <br><br>Trin turned and started to stroll off. She actually did intend to go back to sleep but here was no way she was going to admit that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 20:20:12</strong>
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				<em>Thank the Saguaro...</em><br><hr>Guinevera watched the whole scene of Trin knocking the stool over and giving the men in the room a good look of her bosom as well as her backside. Her face showed no expression, which was a complete contrast with the mood of the room. Most of the men who were awoken by the loud crash on the hardwood floor turned and got up from their seats to see the free view. Guinevera stood, arms folded across her chest, her lifted breasts sitting on her forearm. Her eyes were like those of hawk, watching for any ruffian who wanted a free touch in her quick glances. Hidden underneath her saguaro-flower-colored lace skirt was her twin high powered pistols with pearl grips, a gift for her recent birthday from the Marshal himself. She wasn't afraid to send a bullet or two in a man's arm and send him to the doctor. But she wasn't too keen in using her guns today. With a rough girl like Trin, who Guinevera assumed had a rough history, she knew any man who got a free touch who be feeling a much harder blow to his nose.<br><br>Guinevera watched the girl with hair almost as white as snow walked off and back up the stairs, back to her room, which lay far from the others. The sole reason was that Trin could grow loud and her business kept her sleeping neighbors awake. Guinevera turned to Irene and asked, "Is the tea ready?" She could see the fireplace was already lit and had a exclusive pot of boiling water over the licking flames. Saguaro Tea was a prized commodity and was held in high regard amongst the women who lived and pass through the town. The endless supply of Saguaro Cacti around the town of Oasis could provide enough fruit for sun-baked ingredients for the tea made in the saloon for up to six months. Using a ladle, Guinevera poured the scalding liquid into a teapot with sun-dried saguaro fruit and dried strawberries already inside. The liquid would draw the nutrients and flavor of the fruits and the heat would dissolve them into the water. Placing the teapot on a tray, she retrieved a cleaned shot glass and a tea cup and put on the tray as well. Taking the same bottle of whisky that Irene had poured for Trin in one hand, Guinevera carried the tray in the other.<br><br>She walked up the stairs and went straight to Trin's room. Placing the bottle of whisky on a table nearby, she used her free hand to open the door. Retrieving the whisky from the table, Miss Starr entered the room.<br><br>---&gt; to Trinette-Marie LeBlanc's room
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:54:47</strong>
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				<em>"The Madame makes her daily rounds...</em><br><hr>Guinevera walked out of Trin's room unusually refreshed. That one kiss up the girl's lips got the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Neither was she fatigued or lazy at the moment and she decided that it was time to make her rounds. She just had to get changed first, and boy, it would take a long time getting into another corset. Her abdomen killed her like most women who wore them, but it was a small price to pay for being a fashionable whore.<br><br>She took a quick glance from the veranda to see the activity of the saloon. The party at the bar had left, but Irene still was pouring drinks and getting tips from the hands of the men, flirting once or twice towards the regulars. The Mexican saloon girl still carried trays of shot glasses and full bottles of liquor. Some even had plates of various cooked meats that added a homely aroma to the atmosphere to the bar. Guinevera then went to her room to get out of her current outfit.<br><br>------&gt; Madame Guinevera Starr's Room
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				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:21:39</strong>
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				It was true that a good whore rarely wore out her shoes.&nbsp; Irene looked down at her tired feet clad in worn leather boots, laced up to her striped stockings, and wriggled her toes within their confines.&nbsp; Did her sore feet make her a bad whore or a good bartender? she wondered, looking up at the sound of the scrape of a bar stool.&nbsp; She smiled at the man, grabbed a glass and a bottle and made her way down to him.&nbsp; She poured his drink and watched him drink, smiling when he sighed and smiled.<br><br>He was deaf; a mining accident that had him a mite too close to the detonation site of some explosives.&nbsp; But, he spoke and he was pretty good at reading lips.&nbsp; Irene didn't mind that it took a little longer to converse with him; she was a patient woman.&nbsp; Patience, in her case was learned, not a trait she'd been born with.&nbsp; She still sought whomever had killed her husband, despite what the "law" said.&nbsp; She didn't put a lot of faith in the law that thought she might have killed her husband.&nbsp; Of course, that had been the old law and the new lawman was a mystery to her.&nbsp; She preferred it that way; if they remained unknown to each other, then she wouldn't have to lie to the Marshal.&nbsp; She knew him to pour him a drink and no more.&nbsp; <br><br>The man in front of her rapped his knuckles on the counter, drawing Irene's attention back to him.<br><br>She smiled and looked around the room quickly, hoping Guinevara hadn't noticed her mental departure.&nbsp; She covered Luke's hand with both of hers.<br><br>He raised his eyebrows and jerked his head towards the stairs.<br><br>Smiling, Irene nodded.&nbsp; He was always fun.<br><br>(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Rachel/mcadams8.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 01:12:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/john_marston_wanted_signature_by_calebfrey11-d397z1q.jpg)</div> <div align="center"><em>The Marshal ends another day at the Saguaro Saloon. (Aprox 6-7pm) </em></div><hr><br>The sun had set when Marshal Wrynn was pulling up to the front of the white stoned Saloon. He was dusty and tired, his thighs exhausted from a long chase into bandit country across the only bridge that connected the two countries. His clothing looked like it was in need of a good wash and so did he. The sun tended to do that, luckily the man's scent was not unpleasant like many others, or at least he had been told. Night time in the small town of Oasis was always calm, when the Marshal strolled the streets the people felt safer, a drastic change from when he was a young man. His red horse was hitched outside and he soon walked past the double doors laving the sound of his jiggling spurs behind him. <br><br>His duster hung down his body, parted in the middle to reveal his muscled torso, formal looking top and slacks along with the bandolier. On his back hung a rifle and on the holsters on his hips where a pair of magnums he used so much many claimed that the barrels where bent. Wrynn was only coming in for a meal, a drink and a hand of poker. He no longer had a wife back home to greet him so the ladies of the Saguaro had to take that role. He had grown cold and distant since losing her, his role as lawmen of the town was not because of some sense of righteousness he had within him, it was hatred for the bandits and filth that terrorized the town. <br><br>A few heads turned their heads and saw the Marshall, many looked away and those he passed made sure to get out of his way. He moved towards a seat, a corner with a booth and a table for one. The man did not give his back to anyone if avoidable, he knew a drink would come his way soon enough and once he sat he was able to relax for a moment at last. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 01:44:42</strong>
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				Irene was following Luke down the stairs when she saw the marshal enter.&nbsp; Luke paused at the foot of the stairs, pressed money into her hand when she reached him, and planted a kiss on her cheek before making for the door.&nbsp; He was probably the only one not to pay attention to the man whose very presence screamed of danger or at least of darkness.<br><br>Irene tucked the money away and returned to her post behind the bar.&nbsp; She smiled at the customers and poured drinks.&nbsp; She let one of the other girls take the Marshal his drink, moving to serve a table of poker players.&nbsp; An arm slid around her and pulled her down onto a lap.&nbsp; Irene laughed, barely keeping from spilling her tray of drinks as the drunken man slobbered on her.&nbsp; THIS was the part she didn't enjoy.&nbsp; But, it was part of the territory she now inhabited.&nbsp; She laughed and turned to face the man, bringing the tray in front of him.&nbsp; His bleary eyes tracked the amber liquid filling the glasses.&nbsp; He gave her ass a squeeze, then freed his arm and nearly knocked her over once more as he elbowed her out of the way to get at the drinks.<br><br>Evelyn picked up the appropriate number of chips from in front of the man and moved on around the table.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 08:09:25</strong>
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				"Evening." <br>Marshal had nodded to the woman politely as she came to his table and served him his drinks, a double shot of whiskey and a beer chaser. Luckily his "regular" was known by anyone and he was happy to have it. His eyes hardly followed the server as she walked away, left along at his table he removed his hat and set it down on the table to reveal sweat damp dark brown short wavy hair affected by the hat. He quickly ran his fingers through it to give his hair some life before he led the whiskey to his lips and knocked it down in a blink of an eye. Sighing happily he reached for his beer and began to drink, listening to the pianist in the corner who had come into town recently to earn a few dollars before moving on.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 09:35:53</strong>
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				Irene made a circuit of the floor, sitting on a few laps as a good luck token until the person lost a hand and then she was booted with a laugh and sometimes a coin.&nbsp; She was aware of the lawman in the corner as she was aware of most of the patrons.&nbsp; But, before she could get too close, she made sure to turn away always to pour a drink or share a bawdy joke.&nbsp; She came to a table of newcomers and was asked to join them.&nbsp; The tone made it more of a command and they weren't looking particularly friendly.&nbsp; So, she poured whisky into their glasses and sat.<br><br>"What say we play a hand?&nbsp; You lose, we get you for free for the night..."<br><br>Irene smiled, sipping her drink before answering.&nbsp; "It doesn't work like that, gentlemen.&nbsp; You play cards with your money, not with Miss Starr's money."<br><br>The man's lips thinned into a snarl and he reached over and grabbed Irene's hair, yanking her head back.&nbsp; Some in the bar looked their way, but most kept playing cards.&nbsp; Generally, there was a point at which the girls would respond and the regulars knew Irene's limit.<br><br>"What say we play a hand and win or lose we take you upstairs, whore, and teach you a lesson?"<br><br>Irene grit her teeth and with her right hand she grabbed the whisky bottle and swung a backhand at the man's head.&nbsp; The bottle smacked him in the head and he loosened his grip on her hair.&nbsp; She stood up and backed away.&nbsp; "I think we've had a little misunderstanding, boys.&nbsp; And, in order to avoid any more, I think it might be time you moved on."<br><br>The comforting sound of holsters being emptied gave Irene courage to stand facing the men.&nbsp; She looked at each one.&nbsp; And, then she noticed the knife strapped to the man's thigh.&nbsp; The scabbard looked remarkably like her husband's.&nbsp; <br><br>She stared at him, memorizing his face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 10:31:38</strong>
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				Guinevera opened the door of her room and stepped outside. Her shooting hand was already on the hilt of one of her revolvers, though she did not unholster the weapon to prevent herself from shooting a bystander. She walked over to the railing of the veranda which looked down onto the saloon floor. The four inch heels of her thigh high boots hitting the wooden floor in the silence caused a few of the faces below to turn and look. About half of the men and all of the saloon girls were staring at a scene that was happening around the tables, Irene being part of it. In her hand was broken bottle. Her hair was thrashed around and her chest was heaving up and down, as if she had run a mile in heels. Before her was a man on the floor clutching his head, about a dozen guns pointing at the group of newcomers tending to the man.<br><br>Miss Starr walked down the stairs, most of the eyes in the room reverting to her entrance. She walked casually through the crowd and then stopped beside Irene, planting a comforting hand on the girl's back, rubbing it as she turned to look at the group of men before her. She let go of Irene and walked forwards, her eyes staring into the eyes of the man on the floor. Without any hesitation, she deliver a front kick towards the man's jaw as he stood, sending him sprawling on the ground on his back. Immediately as she kicked him, she took out her revolvers and pointed the barrel at the two closest men. "I think Irene here is right, gentlemen. I suggest you do what she says before you all end up talking to the mortician," she calmly said. One by one, the men ran out of the saloon, and sounds of horses neighing and hooves galloping seconds afterward.<br><br>Guinevera holstered her weapons and immediately, as the sun set outside and the lamps were lit, the activity in the saloon resumed as if nothing happened. She turned around and approached Irene. She reached down and pulled the broken bottle out of her hand and placed it on a tray of a passing saloon girl. "How you doing, my dear?" Guinevera asked, fixing up Irene's hair as best as she can.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 03:23:59</strong>
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				Irene jerked at Guinevera's touch.&nbsp; She had been so focused on the men that she hadn't even heard the rumble of the people in the room.<br><br>"I'm fine.&nbsp; Mad as a wet hen, but fine.&nbsp; Thank you," she added, heading to the swinging doors to see if she might see what sort of horses the men were riding.&nbsp; She breathed out a grunt; the men were far and away.&nbsp; Her eyes moved back to the Madame and she smiled.&nbsp; "You scared them off good and proper."<br><br>Irene retrieved her tray and got back to work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 08:21:05</strong>
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				Marshal Wrynn had stood still, the patrons that got chased out of the saloon where new in town. They did not know the ladies ran the saloon however they saw fit and that had brought a smirk to his serious countenance. If the men would have been foolish to draw a gun they would have found themselves six feet deep and he was not sure who would draw first, Guinevera or himself. The man finally began to remove his coat and the bandolier across his chest. His long range rifle was propped next to him and soon enough one of the ladies came to take it away for safe keeping. Wrynn still had his revolvers on him, not like he would dare walk anywhere without a weapon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 09:12:32</strong>
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				Guinevera watched as the usual activites restarted after the little incident in the center of the saloon. Irene took her tray and went back to tending to the coming night's patrons and their drinks. When the men weren't ordering anything, the bartender would casual fix her hair in front of them, showcasing her body as she did.<br><br>Miss Starr then saw a saloon girl carrying what looked like a bandolier, a coat and a long range rifle, a Winchester model to be exact ... the known equipment of Marshal Wrynn, the Saguaro Saloon's primary investor. Guinevera glanced in the opposite direction the saloon girl was headed and found the Marshal taking a shot and then chasing it with a beer at a booth in the far corner. Sprting a smile on her face, she navigating around the traffic of the saloon, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar and approached the booth where Marshall Wrynn was sitting. Not even greeting the man, she took a seat at the booth, a foot or two away from the Marshal's side. She knew the comfort zone of the Marshal from past engagments, and considered the fact the he did not want anyone crowding his space. Who knows, a band of bandits may barge into the mansion and with girls at his side, the Marshal would not have any room to take down the outlaws.<br><br>Guinevera set down the bottle of whiskey on the table. She eyed the two empty shot glasses and took one for herself, downing a shot of the piss-colored liquid straight down her throat. Casually, she spoke, "Haven't seen you for two week, Marshal? Did ya find yer man?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 23:45:25</strong>
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				"I didn't, but my gun did."<br>Wrynn responded nonchalantly, the expression on his face did not change. The man did not enjoy killing another, not anymore, but he knew it was a necessity out here in the frontier and he would keep doing it. Only one arm was resting on the table, the other was always at his hip ready to draw. Even in a game of cards he shuffled and dealt with one hand, evidence of the man's dexterity. He did not favor one over the other, the one on the table was the one nearest to his glass of whiskey. Wrynn might not have looked it, but he was having a good time, some people did not know how to look passed his mean looking albeit handsome face. <br>"Every time I come back I expect bad news but it seems all has gone well apparently, my paranoia might be needing another prescription." <br>He said as he reached over for the whiskey and took it back before turning his head to face her.<br>"How about you Ms. Starr? Any one out here owe you an outstanding debt?" <br>He looked over at her, once in a while he would call in her debts only because only fools did not pay and most of the times those men where involved in other illegal activities. Surprisingly because of that, the Saloon had a rather good record when it came to people paying their tabs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 01:06:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Rachel/mcadams4.jpg)Irene poured and flirted, washed and wiped, trying to work out the fury she felt at her inability to act.&nbsp; Why had she just stood there when she knew that the sheath was her husband's?&nbsp; That man was likely the last person to see her husband alive and that pretty much meant that he was the person to make her husband be dead.&nbsp; And I stood there like a cow chewing cud, Irene thought.&nbsp; Her hands shook with impotent fury.&nbsp; She pressed them on the shelf behind the bar, trying to control herself.&nbsp; But, there was fury in her eyes and she didn't think it was going anywhere soon.<br><br>Irene half-wished that one of le Blanc's masochistic fiends would come in because she wanted to beat the hell out of something, and if she got paid to do it, so much the better.<br><br>"Oy!" she cried, seeing one of the patrons cheating at cards.&nbsp; She grabbed a shot glass and threw it at the man, the heavy glass hitting him in the hat and knocking the hat from his head before dropping to the floor with a thunk.&nbsp; <br><br>The man rubbed his head as the other players stared.&nbsp; They were regulars and knew what the flying shot glass generally meant: someone did something they shouldn't.&nbsp; One stood up abruptly, reaching for his gun.<br><br>Irene was over the bar in a flash of leg and under-breath curses.&nbsp; She pushed the one man back to his seat, smiling pretty even as her eyes glittered.<br><br>"We don't take kindly to cheating, Vincent," she told the hatless man.&nbsp; "YOu might want to apologize to these nice men and forfeit your stack," she suggested, looking to Guinevara for confirmation.&nbsp; "And, keep your ass out of here for a ... week.&nbsp; Let these fine gentlemen get the urge to kill you out of their system, right?"&nbsp; She looked back at Guinevara and made the mistake of meeting the Marshal's eyes.&nbsp; Irene yanked the cheater up by the back of his shirt, planted her bootie in his butt and gave him a strong shove towards the doors.<br><br>She picked up his hat and sailed it after him, missing him, but earing some applause for her effort.<br><br>Irene swallowed roughly.&nbsp; She still wanted to beat the hell out of something and stared after the departing man.</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 01:09:23</strong>
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				Guinevera sat comfortably as Marshal Wrynn spoke. Hearing his voice was a rare commodity and it was sort of a treasure to Miss Starr. The Marshal hardly ever spoke, since he rather let his gun do the talking. She took the bottle of whisky as it was set down on the table and pour herself another shot. She was about to chug it down, but only managed to take a sip when Marshal asked her a question.<br><br>"No ... none that I can think of, but there is one," she started to speak and draw to a conclusion. She leaned in, her face entering the Marshal's space of comfort, her cleavage easily visible if the Marshal dared to look down. She used the silence that the Marshal had favored to penetrate his bubble before continuing. "You, Marshal," she stated, snapping back away from his face, her back hitting the cushions. She downed the remaining whisky in the glass and set it down on the table, accidentally tipping the glass over and letting the remaining droplets of whisky pour out of the cup and onto the counter.<br><br>The glass hit the counter at the same time another shot glass hit the floor. Immediately, Guinevera turned her attention to another incident happening not too far from the booth, at one of the tables where the gentlemen were playing some Texas Hold'em. Miss Starr leaned in, her head feeling the buzz of the whisky and her cleavage exposed for wary eyes to see. Irene had spotted a cheater and had thrown the shot glass at the man to get his attention. Irene looked her way for confirmation and Guinevera tilted her head to one side with a smile on her face, a gesture that meant that she agreed with what the bartender was saying.<br><br>The night was intensifying, with Irene as some sort of catalyst that reacted with cheaters and the disrespectful. It was an honorable act in the saloon and the patrons were applauding her for it. Guinevera couldn't help but smile as she leaned back to relax her back upon the booth's cushions. She glanced at Marshal, who sat upright and uptight as usual. She smiled once more, though at the unchanging demeanor of the Marshal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 06:55:11</strong>
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				Irene wondered if her bad mood, her attitude was spilling out to the customers.&nbsp; Certainly, none were offering her some time off&nbsp; her feet.&nbsp; She looked at her boss, still sitting with the Marshal.&nbsp; <br><br>More than anything, Irene wanted to ask around about those three men.&nbsp; She was working, though, and if Guinevara caught wind of her not focusing on the business at hand, she might be looking for a new place to work.&nbsp; The idea that the man was still around and above ground while her husband rotted for five years make Irene almost literally see red.&nbsp; She wiped the counter, counted bottles, checked the tables and looked at the other local girls who were doing a bang-up job.<br><br>They don't need me, she mused, walking towards the end of the bar.&nbsp; The cover of dark would be a help...&nbsp; She might be able to find out something from the locals.&nbsp; Her gaze moved back to Guinevara and the Marshal.&nbsp; She straightened her spine and crossed the room, no one bothering her, or even looking at her as if they might be a bit afraid of her--Did she look THAT pissed off?&nbsp; <br><br>"Ma'am," Irene said, easing up to the Madame, flicking a glance to her and then the Marhsal and back; a filly about to bolt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 23:08:18</strong>
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				Wrynn grinned, he had forgotten to settle his tab before he went off for a few weeks but it was not like he was going to run out on them but he suppressed a chuckle in his throat at the mistress of the saloon. Without answering he patted his vest down before he undid it and reached into it, pulling out a stack of bills, mostly 1's and 5's that added up to a little over a hundred dollars. It was enough to cover his tab and give him "credit" on a few more drinks before he had to pay the bar tab again. If he took one of the girls upstairs, it was a different story, that he always paid at the time. <br>"This here should cover it, what can I say, I was out of town and I don't trust anyone with my money." <br>The man said sneaking a peak at Guinevera's find looking breasts but he was not obvious about it like many of the other patrons. Another incident occurred and Wrynn was sure that Guinevera did not miss the sound of his own revolver hitching, ready to shoot. In case guns where drawn he would put down all of those at the table or else the entire place would become a firefight. Itchy trigger fingers, drink, money and women were not a stable equation, ever. But just as quickly it was handled and he was able to uncock it and move his hand back to his thigh as the woman who had broken it up came towards the table. <br><br>"You look mad enough to raise the dead Ms. Irene, one of those boys rough you up?" <br>He asked, pouring a drink for himself to knock back before pouring another and pushing it her way.<br>"Care to join us?" <br>Wrynn offered, he knew the story of the young woman, it was a shame the law before him could do nothing about her dead husband, he figured those boys had moved on already. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 04:10:27</strong>
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				Irene's eyes widened slightly as the man spoke.&nbsp; She didn't think they'd exchanged fifteen words the entire time she'd been there.&nbsp; Now, that number had at least doubled.&nbsp; <br><br>"No, sir," she said, managing a small smile hoping she didn't look like a dog warning someone away from their bone.&nbsp; "No one roughed me up.&nbsp; But, that Vincent might have a goose egg on his head from where the glass hit him.&nbsp; Serves him right.&nbsp; You do wrong, you should be punished."<br><br>Irene watched the man pour, glanced at her boss and accepted the drink.&nbsp; It was poor manners not to, and that was instilled in all the girls.&nbsp; She sipped, letting the alcohol roll about in her mouth before swallowing and then taking the rest at once.&nbsp; "Thank you, sir.&nbsp; I was just thinking that...I seem to be the focus of some bad energy.&nbsp; It might be good for me to head out early, ma'am."&nbsp; She was telling the truth in so far as she felt the need.&nbsp; Of course, she was going to try to follow those three horsemen and get back before the saloon opened tomorrow.&nbsp; She twisted slightly and plucked a folded wad of cash from the top of her stocking and held it out to Guinevara.&nbsp; "From earlier...while you were out," she said.<br><br>Irene remained standing.&nbsp; She'd heard the Marshal's offer, but if she sat, she would drink.&nbsp; And, if she drank, she might get drunk and when she got drunk, if she didn't get mad, she got sad.&nbsp; And, either way, her mouth ran off and she didn't think this was the night for that.&nbsp; Short of following orders to work, Irene was keeping her wits and following those boys.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 07:58:49</strong>
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				Seeing the Marshal offer her a stack of bills was the unusual gesture and didn't quite make sense. Or was she the one who wasn't clear. The Marshal's debt with her couldn't be solved with a stack of bills, but she took the stack nonetheless, stashing it behind the very cloth of her garment that hid her nipples. Guinevera had in a sense an infatuation with the Marshal, but it was mostly platonic. She didn't know much about the Marshal besides his rough past with those enforcing the law and those breaking it, but not much else. She knew he was a cold killer and the most difficult man to get into bed. Many times before, she had tried to get the man who sat apart from her to climb into bed with her for a second time, but she knew it would take more liquor, probably the last supply of the grandest whisky in the county, if not the country, to get him drunk enough to follow her into a nice cozy bed. Tonight wasn't going to be any different, and with the way things were going on the saloon floor and amongst the gambling tables, the Marshal would be occupied with his paranoia. If she wasn't careful, he would have shot her. Now that wouldn't be nice.<br><br>Irene approached as Guinevera stashed a folded stack of bills in front of her breast, the warm pieces of paper only but a tease to Miss Starr. She smiled at the girl, who looked like she had been chasing a mirage in the merciless desert, and let the Marshal speak and offer a glass of the liquor and a seat with the pair. She, like all the other girls, were polite, especially towards the Marshal, and drank the offer shot of whisky. But even the heat of the drink wasn't enough to ease the tension in her eyes. Guinevera's mouth dropped from a smile to an expression of concern. It was the first time in the long years that she had been here in the Saguaro Saloon for her to ask to head out early. The sun had hid itself from the world again, its orange glow still escaping above the hills. Like many of the girls employed in the saloon, Guinevera had not had the chance to hear the many untold stories of their past, whether good or bad, due to the constant activity in the saloon. Yes, today was the most busiest day, with the locals attending the mass at the church and passerbys attending the mass at the saloon. The next days were less busy compared to today. Maybe it was time to hear the girls out.<br><br>Guinevera stepped out of the booth and got face to face with Irene. With concern in her eyes, but a smile on her face, the madame reached her hands out to grasp the arms of Irene and tenderly squeezed them. Letting go one of her hands, she fixed up the hair of the overworked bartender. In a low tone almost like a whisper, she asked, "Miss O'Rourke. You've had your attention at the door since sunset and I know for a fact that it doesn't concern the customers. What is it that's bothering, my dear?" Like a mother would, Guinevera stroked the girl's dark hair as she waited for the girl's reply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 08:24:09</strong>
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				Irene's glance slipped to the man once more.&nbsp; He was within hearing.&nbsp; Being a lawman, she knew he'd feel some sort of duty to prevent her from killing the three men.&nbsp; And, quite honestly, she didn't want her private history to be discussed on the floor, as it were.&nbsp; She was already looked at oddly by some of the girls for spending so much time behind the bar.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled at Guinevara as the woman spoke kindly to her.&nbsp; She'd always been kind, Irene recalled.&nbsp; One day, over a large bottle of Tequila, she might relate her story.&nbsp; For now, Irene needed to calm down.&nbsp; Going off half-cocked was never good.&nbsp; Irene needed information and she needed a plan.&nbsp; But, she would not drag someone else along on her path to hell, none except those that deserved to go there.<br><br>"It feels like the mother of all thunder storms is brewing and I'm tonight's lighning rod, ma'am."&nbsp; Irene set the shot glass down.&nbsp; "Maybe just a short walk would clear my head..."&nbsp; She covered Guinevara's hand on her arm, patting it, soothing.&nbsp; "Thank you." She spoke as if the woman had given permission, not even realizing she hadn't.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 00:57:54</strong>
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				Wrynn did not take offense when the ladies moved on, he did not even make it his business to eavesdrop on their conversation as they walked off. When they where he took another shot of his bottle before he moved over to the poker table that suddenly had a empty seat.<br>"Evening boys, up for a game?"<br>He asked as he sat, hearing the price to buy in which he did before he was passed the chips. With a bottle on his left and his cards on the right he began to play a few hands. Now their was a guarantee no one would try to cheat with the Marshall in the game. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 06:33:21</strong>
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				Taking herself off, Irene ran upstairs to change into non-working clothes; trousers, shirt, and cap.&nbsp; Then, she unearthed her Deringer and loaded it carefully.&nbsp; She shoved it into one pocket, more bullets into the other and then she skipped downt he stairs and out into the night.<br><br>===&gt; Town of Oasis<br><br>(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Rachel/mcadams3.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 09:52:07</strong>
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				Something had Irene's water boiling inside of her. Guinevera couldn't quite put her finger on the matter, but deduced it was either one of two possible reasons. Either one of the men she kicked out struck a deeper nerve than expected or that she was just stressed out from working the bar all day with no customers to aid in her release. Miss Starr favored the former as Irene parted from her and ran upstairs, only to come down in some proper attire minutes later. She did not even have a corset on, which meant she wasn't going to stay very long.<br><br>Guinevera took Irene's place at the bar, doing as much as she can to both entertain the evening guests and wonder what trip Irene was taking at such a late hour. She shot a concerned glanced towards the Marshal sitting at one of the poker tables. The glance simply would tell him that Irene was going to do some to release her pent up fury and that Guinevera was concerned for her safety. The next second a guest had ordered another shot of scotch, stealing her attention from the Marshal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 07:42:39</strong>
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				Cameron stumbles up to the door a moment or two behind Irene, panting, a light sheen of sweat that had blossomed on her face during her ride taking on new life now in the moonlight. She laughs, bent over slightly as she tries to catch her breath, damning herself for coming in just behind the woman who had offered her a round. No matter, though. She had enough blood money left over to pay for a good bit of fun for quite a while, no need to be a penny pincher just yet.<br><br>"Y... yeh..." she stammers a bit, laughing between wheezes, catching her breath, "Yeh dinnae say anythin' about runnin'," she says with a grin and a laugh up towards the other woman, reverting to that thick brogue.<br><br>Her back meets the wall of the mansion, looking about the outside of the impressive building, "Y'know, I've seen my share of brothels and this, well it's damned impressive," she laughs again, the bit of sport putting her in quite the jovial mood, "These ladies done quite well for themselves haven't ey?" She takes a step back, admiring the structure, "Right little palace they got 'emselves here. Better 'n half the rooms I slept in when flittin' about the mother country, I cn' tell you that much."<br><br>She reaches back, lifting a pouch that hung by her waist and undoing the snap on it, peeling it away from her belt. She jingles the contents in front of the other woman, "Well y'won fair and square, Sweet. Lucky for you I got a canny bit o' chink on me here, so first round's on me" she smiles as she pushes the door open, stepping inside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 08:11:57</strong>
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				Laughing, Irene leads the way inside, taking her place behind the bar.<br><br>"What's you poison, Cameron?&nbsp; And, might I say, welcome to the Saguaro Saloon."&nbsp; She set two glasses on the bar and leaned her hands on the back counter, chuckling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 08:25:57</strong>
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				Cameron watches the girl slide behind the bar, walking up and taking a seat at one of the stools, "They let pretty birds like you wander about the town as an advertisement, then, love?" she says with a bit of a grin, giving a wink.<br><br>"I'll take a glass of London Dry if you've got it, with whatever pint you've got darkest to chase," she says with a bit of a smirk as she leans back, looking around the tavern.<br><br>There were poker tables, sure, gambling was always going to be a part of this family of establishments, but they always gave her a bit of a shiver. She turned her chair a bit, keeping herself turned away from them. A number of old-looking men well into the cups. Probably locals, she mused, drinking off a hard day's labor and she could begrudge them nothing for that. A few Dandys that seemed to have just blown into the town, probably looking for a bit of a toss. She couldn't begrudge them that either, but the sight of a person that'd never put in a good day's labor in their life always put her teeth on edge, despite her upbringing.<br><br>She sat the pouch down on the bar, stunned for a moment at the sight of the Madame Guinevera, having not a clue that it was the woman she'd sent her letter to in the first place, simply taken aback by her beauty. Seeing both Irene and the Madame, she realized why the drunk in the other town had raved about this place so.<br><br>"Angels fallen to earth..." she muses a bit under her breath, eyes going a bit distant for a moment.<br><br>She comes back to herself, setting the heavy bag on the table, "Sun's fallen, love, time for all the naughty folk to give their livers a run" she smirks, "I got your first round, take what you please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 08:41:03</strong>
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				Leaning on the bar, Irene watches the newcomer.&nbsp; What does she think?&nbsp; Obviously a woman of the world, and far more worldly than Irene, she finds herself curious about the girl.&nbsp; She noticed the look of distaste that passed over the girl's face as she watched the card-players.<br><br>"Well, I've got gin," she said, dimpling at Cameron as she selected the bottle and pulled the cork from the top.&nbsp; "And, I've tasted worse," she said, pouring for both of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene drank her shot back and poured another.&nbsp; "That, there," she said, pointing to the man who put off "keep-the-fuck-away" vibes like the desert sent up heat shimmers, "he's the marshal.&nbsp; A particular friend of Guinevara," she said with another nod to the Madame down the bar.<br><br>When Guinevara was free, Irene would meet her eyes and gesture to the new girl.<br><br>"Some of the men just come for company and drink, a bit of cards and they're happy.&nbsp; Others have other needs," she said, with a quirk of her eyebrows.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 08:56:17</strong>
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				Cameron tosses the shot of Gin back without a thought, laying the glass out for another, "Not bad, had better o'course, but I'm sure you've got Tequila here that can shame anythin' I've tasted. Just lookin' for a taste a'home," She smiles a bit, watching the glass refilled, "Y'might not h'v been born in the Isles, but I got a feelin' y'can drink with the best of us, yeah?" she gives a bit of a toast, tossing the next shot back, drinking the first sip of her beer.<br><br>She looks over to the man Irene directed her towards, giving him a good eye up and down, "Marshal? Haunted man, innae? Got death hanging abou' him, that one does. Follows 'im like a lost kit. Can' tell you what caught him, Sweet, but somethin's round his neck like an anchor, I c'n practically smell it on him. Seen plen'y o' men like him back over the sea. Was li' that myself for a good while."<br><br>She smiles, offering the next shot up as a toast, already spilling her coins onto the bar, not sloppily, she just wanted to assure the lovely lady that she could pay. She was used to being distrusted, being a stranger did that sort of thing to a person this far out in the barren. She didn't hold it against anyone, just a fact of life. She tossed the shot back with a smile.<br><br>Cameron caught the quirk of the eyebrows, lofting her own, "Lo's of people got needs, Sweet, it's what le's you know people is people." Her smile twists a bit, the scar a little more prominent.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 09:03:07</strong>
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				Wrynn had really thrown himself into his game and when he was losing he actually managed to crack a smile which made some of them uneasy. What kind of man smiled when losing? The other players where not cheating, they would not dare but they where left perplexed so much they became sloppy with their playing and the money continued to exchange hands again and again. <br>"You boys keeping your noses clean?" <br>He asked with a narrowed gaze upon them. His title of Marshall would not truly last forever, one day a real sense of law enforcement would arrive with actual papers and leave him out of a job. Would he give it up? That was to be determined. By the time a winner was declared most of the men where drunk enough not to care but out of the corner of his eye he caught the look from the madam when Irene had stormed out. Wrynn did not normally follow after the girls but he could send someone else to make sure everything was in order but before he could she had returned and Wrynn went back to his game which was finally concluding. He stood at last walking towards the bar as best he could before leaning on it. His walk had been straight but his world was spinning, waiting for one of the girls to approach him. The stern look on his eyes had&nbsp; mellowed but it was there still, giving off the slightest hint that he was intoxicated. <br>"I need a room." <br>He requested, the Marshall would not be going to his home that night he was calling it an early night for himself and all he needed was someone escort him to a peaceful room and a comfortable bed for the night. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 11:58:42</strong>
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				When Irene came back in, her worries of her wandering the wilderness or even the outskirts at night disappeared. Seeing that she was going to treat a winded woman to a round of drinks, Guinevera stepped out from behind the bar and mingled with the patrons. She took flasks, cups, and shots glasses from empty tables and returned half-empty bottles of liquor back onto the bar for Irene to put away. Who was that woman she was conversing with? she asked herself. It was an unusual scene to find a woman arrive at such a late hour, but seeing the connection between her and Irene, Guinevera assumed she had arrived and Irene was a living signpost who directed her to the heart of the Oasis.<br><br>Guinevera had watched the Marshal as she walked throughout the saloon, cleaning up after the locals and the regulars and bidding farewell to those who had no bed to sleep in. She had read the signs that the Marshal was giving and when he stared a saloon girl down and she approached, she did the same. She placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. A brief stare caused the girl to nod and walk away, leaving the Madame with the Marshal. "You look like you won't be riding a horse back to your place tonight, Marshal," she said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Come with me and we'll get you settled. Forgive me, boys, it's past his bedtime." Pulling him up by the arm, she escorted him upstairs and towards her room.<br><br>---&gt; Madame Guinevera's Room
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 21:48:28</strong>
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				The drinks had really taken its toll on him so he nodded when he felt Guinevera pull him to his feet and lead him off to a room for the night. He even ignored or overlooked her comment that made him seem more of a child then the Marshall of the town. Following her upstairs he did not resist wherever she planned on leading him. His arm had causally draped across her shoulders, a little of his weight forced on her but did not make him truly a burden. <br><br>----&gt; Moving to Guinevera's Room. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 08:05:34</strong>
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				Irene looked over the saloon.&nbsp; There weren't many patrons and the ones there mostly nursed their drinks.&nbsp; She'd have to roust them if they didn't drink up.&nbsp; She was feeling a bit touchy at having missed an opportunity the previous night.&nbsp; It wasn't often a clue walked into the saloon and danced around in front of her, giving her every reason to ---&nbsp; to what? Throw a shot glass at it? she thought, disgusted with her fear of guns.&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe if she shot one...&nbsp; Cameron had a gun on her saddle.&nbsp; And, the girl was friendly enough.&nbsp; Maybe she'd be willing to give her a lesson.&nbsp; Or, maybe not.&nbsp; The girls tended to share information and she wasn't so sure she wanted word to get out she was taking up target practice after three men showed up and riled her.&nbsp; If they turned up dead, well, it wouldn't take a genius to add two and two.<br><br>She wiped the bar down, made a pass through the tables with a grin towards the Marshall's vacant seat.&nbsp; Guinevara was a brave woman, she mused.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 06:12:51</strong>
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				Cameron watched as Irene scanned the bar, having spent more than enough time in pubs to know a closing down procedure when she spotted one. She reached back, sliding the delicate silver clasp (one of the few expensive things that survived the transition from her previous life) off of her ponytail, working her fingers through her hair, feeling the road dust that had collected, forming what she imagined as a shell over the outer layer of her hair. <em>Gods, I need a wash...</em> she thought to herself, shaking her head as she let her hair fall down around her shoulders, leaning forward a bit on the bar to nurse her drink.<br><br>"Got somethin' on your mind, Sweet?" she asked Irene as the woman's eyes drifted to the seat the Marshall had so recently vacated. The woman was something of a mystery to Cameron, how she came to work here. It might be interesting to peel back the layers.<br><br>She rested her chin on her fist, feeling the warmth of the alcohol starting, a light numbness that hung around the back of her head, a small smile resting on her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 06:21:02</strong>
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				Irene blinked back to the present and looked at Cameron.&nbsp; She looked a little tired.&nbsp; The sun and the country sucked the life out of you if you weren't careful, she mused.<br><br>Smiling, she leaned her hip on the lower, inner counter and shook her head.&nbsp; "Nothing worth speaking aloud, Cameron."<br><br>"Did you come here with the intent of being a wh---&nbsp; a girl of the night?" she asked.&nbsp; "No grand plans to find a husband and set up a house?" she continued.<br><br>The tinge of bitterness slid over the words.&nbsp; Irene smiled, though.&nbsp; She needed to keep her tone pleasant.&nbsp; She wasn't getting any younger and youth was everything in the flesh trade.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 06:40:56</strong>
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				Cameron shook her head with a smile, "Now you know that ain't true, love. P'rhaps not tonight, like as not wouldn't be fitting considering we've just become acquainted, but you'd be amazed how the air c'n take the sting out of things."<br><br>She felt the lightest tinge of a blush high in her cheeks at that next question. A curse flitted through her head, an innocent question like that couldn't have made her blush any other day. She put it up to the booze, the long day's journey, and the hesitation in her voice, "I had the intent of bedding one first, love," she smiled. "After that, well, who can tell, really? Never 'ad any plans on settling down for serious like you said. I don't really much like setting roots down too permanent."<br><br>Her thumb toyed with the corner of her lip as she leaned in a bit, "As for the 'usband bit, well, I had my share of 'important' men in my life, they don't live 'round here no more." She finished ruefully, her smirk turned up just a bit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 06:48:31</strong>
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				Irene rubbed her fingers over her head, easing the hairs pulled by the clips used to hold the waves up.&nbsp; She moved to gather a tray and a cloth.<br><br>"Sometimes, CAmeron, I get sick to death of me...memememe and mymymy.&nbsp; There's a whole wide world and I hope I see more than this town.&nbsp; But, I've got a job to do, for now.&nbsp; Talking doesn't change the past, hon," she said, moving to the opening in the bar and moving out to clean tables, gathering bottles and give the boot to the drunks with too few coin to get a girl or a room.<br><br>The men usually teased Irene about her trousers and suspenders, but they were mute as she put of hostile vibes, wiping tables with verve.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved back to the bar, next to Cameron.&nbsp; "I'm moody," she said.&nbsp; No apology in her tone.&nbsp; "You need a room, Cameron?&nbsp; I think we've got a few empty."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 16:19:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not talkin' about changing the past, love, talking about not drowning under it," she says as she swallows the last of her drink, resting the heavy glass lightly on the dark-stained wood of the bar, sliding the bottom of it over the smooth surface. She tipped a few coins out of the small purse and slid it back to the pouch on her belt, buckling it in. She watched as the woman made her rounds, rousting the few burbling drunks left in the place from their seats, sending them out into the night.<br><br>She smiled a bit when asked about the room, "I'd rather share one, Sweet, but if empty's all you got, well I guess I've no right to split hairs," she says with a bit of a laugh. With a yawn, she leaned back, stretching herself out, "God knows I could do with a good washing, anyway. Country out here's not very easy on travelers, you know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 06:04:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl's words were sage.&nbsp; Irene grudgingly nodded.&nbsp; Sometimes, though, she did feel like she was drowning.&nbsp; Not in water, but in soil; the soil of her husband's grave, the dirt that whipped into dervishes and coated every living and dead thing in town, it all seemed to be weighing her down.<br><br>She sighed.&nbsp; "Want to help me get Jedidiah out of here, Cameron?"&nbsp; She nodded to the man whose head rested on the edge of his pint.&nbsp; "I'll take you up and show you the baths."&nbsp; She took a sniff of herself and sighed.&nbsp; She could use a dunk; even a horse trough would smell better than her dirty clothes, she mused.&nbsp; "Country's not easy on residents, either, darlin'," she said, trotting out a bit of blarney.&nbsp; "But, you do get used to it.&nbsp; At least, by the time you die, you do."&nbsp; She widened her eyes at Cameron and slid an arm under the man's arm, lifting with a grunt.&nbsp; "Heavy fucker," she said, pure yankee.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 06:33:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cameron almost fainted at the mention of a bath, it sounded like almost the best thing she could imagine for the evening. Well, almost. She slid over to the other side of the passed out drunk, sliding one of his arms over her shoulder as she lifted alongside Irene, letting out a groan as he left his seat, feet struggling for purchase on the saloon's floor, his legs like rubber as he tried to keep his feet. She let out a grunt, stumbling a little as she carried him forward alongside the other woman.<br><br>"No one ever tell 'im you're supposed to drink enough to grease the wheels, not look up the whole works, I suppose?" She leaned in front of him, speaking to Irene. She figured the man was so far down the road she could go on a ten minute tirade about his mother and not rouse a response. <br><br>She panted a bit, catching her breath as they got him to the door. dusting herself off again, "Alright, now, what was it you were saying about these baths then, love?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 06:44:21</strong>
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				Irene grinned as they settled the man in a chair on the boardwalk outside.&nbsp; She folded his hands across his middle and tilted his hat down, like he was sleeping.<br><br>Following Cameron back inside, she closed the front doors and went to retrieve a key from the pigeon holes behind the desk.&nbsp; "Follow me.&nbsp; It's up top...you think you can make it?" she asked, chuckling at the winded woman.&nbsp; <br><br>She gestured at the stairs.&nbsp; <br><br>Bottom of stairs.:/ possibly heading up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 14:28:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cameron smirked a bit at the tease, her boots clicking as she made her way up the stairs, calling over her shoulder, "Now don't you get going with tha' again, this point in the nigh' I do any more running and I'll end up falling asleep in the bath." She plods her way up the stairs, waiting for Irene to follow up behind her. <br><br>-&gt;<strong>(Leaving for the night, though not positive where it would be "to")</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 07:56:44</strong>
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				Upstairs, Irene led the way to the Swan Rooms. <br><br>"The water probably is cold...but, it's mostly clean," she said with a tight smile.&nbsp; "Business has been slow," she added by way of explaining the cleanliness of the water. <br><br>"When you're done, here's a room.&nbsp; Take care, Cameron."<br><br>Irene handed off the key and left the baths.<br><br>---&gt; Irene's Room
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 08:59:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cameron let her hand fall into the water lightly, smiling as the cool touch sent shivers and goosepimples up her arms, "No need to apologize, love. Believe, me, I'll take what I c'n get" she smiles a bit. She begins to unbutton her shirt before Irene even leaves, completely at home undressing herself in front of another woman, letting her shirt fall to the floor as Irene bows her way out of the bathroom. She slides into the tub, shivering a bit, but grateful just to have the touch of clean water on her. She sighs, resting her head back as she looks down at the key to her room, smiling to herself at the results of an interesting evening and wondering what the future might have in store.<br><br><strong>-&gt; FTB for the night here, please feel free to advance time, hehe</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 09:57:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>...Dawn awakes the desert....</strong><br><hr>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/saguaro_dawn01.jpg) Shifting to Day 2
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 01:50:19</strong>
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				The saloon was empty, he must have been the first to wake up that day. Only the sounds of his boots on the wooden planks and the clicking sound of his gun echoed down stairs as he made sure the revolver was loaded. After acquiring all of his belongings he slipped out of the saloon at last with far to many things on his mind to mull over. <br><br><hr><br>Marshall exits the Saloon into the city (fade out) &gt;&gt;&gt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 08:08:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Guinevera Starr - Saguaro Saloon | Day 2, Morning</strong><br><br>She opened the door into the saloon and found the place empty, nearly empty. It was usual on these days. The weekend proved to be when most of the customers came in to be serviced by the bar and the saloon girls. But when the week started, only the town locals and regulars from neighboring towns would visit.<br><br>Her heels boots thudding on the floorboards of the walkways and staircases, Guinevera was the only one making noise in the place. A few saloon girls had arrived, unlocking the door and sweeping wayward dust out to the exterior. The sun was already in the sky, sending light through the windows and onto the floor. Guinevera made a bee line towards the front door, greeting anyone who greeted before she did. She placed her hand on the doorknob and twisted it, and walked outside. Picking up the front of her skirt (http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/saloon_outfit01.jpg), she carefully walked from along the stucco patio, down the stairs and onto the dirt path. The gate to the premises was already open, some of the Mexican workers tending to the chipping parts of stucco, reapplying the coating over the exposed adobe walls. After nodding a greeting from the friendly workers, she walked through the gateway and carefully made her way down the sloped, spiraling path into the town. The heat of the day wasn't too hot, but it soon would be around noon.<br><br>------&gt; Town of Oasis.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 06:24:45</strong>
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				<strong>Irene O'Rourke, Keeping the Bar |</strong> Day Two<br><hr><br>(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Rachel/rachelmc.jpg)<br><br>Irene started off the morning with a little warmed brandy in milk.&nbsp; The milk was about to turn, so she had a second glass to finish up the jug, drinking as she made a list of needed items from the liquor stores.&nbsp; Dressed out-of-character in a filmy, pale chemise, so close to her own skin color that she almost seemed naked, Irene moved around the saloon.&nbsp; She was, perhaps, more than a little drunk---or, more so than she generally allowed herself to be.&nbsp; She sang sea shanties, old bar songs, and kept moving about the saloon but not accomplishing much.<br><br>She sat down at a table, her feet up on another vacant chair and motioned for one of the other girls to bring her coffee.&nbsp; <br><br>Planting an elbow on the edge of the table, Irene rested her cheek on her knuckles and closed her eyes for just a moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 08:17:56</strong>
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				<strong>Sam Markham on his way to the Saloon...Day 2</strong><br><br>(http://file.walagata.com/w/frida_d/Elliquiy/Sam.jpg)<br><br><br>Sam Markham had been on the trail for several days, literally riding the parameter of the Court’s circuit and jurisdiction.&nbsp; He’d been a Texas Ranger...that was true enough.&nbsp; But while in that service he’d never been in this part of the territory along the Mexican border.&nbsp; In his saddle bags he had a file of bulletins on wanted felons and unsolved crimes.&nbsp; A handful of those bulletins had connections to this part of Texas and Oasis in particular.<br><br>Enforcing the law was going to have to wait for a while though.&nbsp; Sam was parched and in need of a room so once he was in the town of Oasis he headed&nbsp; directly to the Saguaro Saloon.&nbsp; He hitched his horse to the rail in some shade, swung his saddle bags over his shoulder and removed the sheathed rifle from his saddle and walked directly to the Saloon.&nbsp; He sighed as he walked into the relatively cool interior of the saloon.<br><br>He grinned broadly as his eyes rested on the lone person in his line of sight.&nbsp; She was a toothsome beauty who looked quite content as she rested at the table.&nbsp; Sam quietly put his bags in a chair by the bar and walked quietly over to it.&nbsp; He laid the rifle on the polished bar top and leaded against it so he could see the entrance and the woman sitting at the table.&nbsp; She was pretty enough to look at that he could postpone slaking his thirst for a while.&nbsp; Yes she was awfully pretty.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 08:25:16</strong>
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				<strong>Irene O'Rourke - Day Two</strong><br><br>Irene jerked awake to the sound of boots on the floor.&nbsp; She glanced around and saw the man making his way to the bar.&nbsp; She stared, eyes squinting at his backside, trying to determine if he was one of the men from the night before.&nbsp; But, his particular scent was more towards law and order instead of outlaw.<br><br>"Shit," she hissed, lowering her feet, slugging back some coffee and making her way to the bar.<br><br>One of the other employees giggled as Irene was caught napping on the job.&nbsp; At least he wasn't the boss.<br><br>"You're new," she said.&nbsp; It almost sounded like an accusation.&nbsp; Irene moved to stand across the bar from the man, arms spread as she leaned on the smooth wood.&nbsp; "What do you want?" she asked, shifting her pose to gesture at the bottles ranging on the shelves.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 00:53:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>-=Jotham stepping into the Saloon for the first time=-</strong></div>(continued from [Oasis]Town of Oasis (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107518.msg4787559#msg4787559l) )<br><br>... Jotham moved to the entrance of Saguaro's and paused a moment before moving inside and looking around curiously. He was parched and needed some water in a bad way. His plain brown boots thudded softly on the wooden plank foor, his spurs tinkling quietly with each step. Leaning one elbow on the bar, he took his hat off and sat it on the bartop, wiping his brow with a kerchief he pulled form his jeans. <br><br>"Could I get some water please?"<br><br>As he waited, he glanced around, studying the room and it's patrons curiously.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jotham's clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/JothamClohtes.jpg)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 00:58:19</strong>
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				<strong>Saguaro Saloon, behind the bar | Day Two</strong><br><br>Irene straightened as the other man asked for water.&nbsp; She slapped a mug in front of him and poured water mostly into the mug.&nbsp; <br><br>"Anything else?" she asked, moving away as she spoke, returning the pitcher to the back counter, away from grabby hands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 03:48:38</strong>
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				<strong>Cameron Maccrae| Day 2</strong><br><br>The dawn found Cameron both sore and irritable. Deciding that she really didn't need to tend to much, she treated herself to a bit of a lie-in, pulling a pillow over the top of her head, pressing her face into the&nbsp; mattress as she tried to force herself back to sleep. It took an hour or two of falling in and out of slumber before she felt up to facing the day.<br><br>She got up from the bed, giving a bit of a yawn and stretch, working out the kinked muscles in her back and sides, still aching a bit from her long ride the previous day. She walked over to the bag she had brought up, digging through it for something to wear. She finally digs out a pair of denims and chaps much like those she had on the previous evening, for her top picking out a deep maroon blouse that was a good bit more low-cut and revealing than her riding clothes, much more flattering. She grabbed her black trilby from the hat rack before she felt up to facing the day, making her way into the saloon from her room.<br><br>She strode up to the bar, rubbing her brow lightly beneath her hat as she slid into her seat. She flashed a small, kind smile to Irene, waiting for the woman to make her way down the bar.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 05:14:26</strong>
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				<strong>Irene O'Rourke-Saloon-Bartender/whore | Day Two</strong><br><br>Irene's mood didn't sweeten with the arrival of the woman.&nbsp; Not that she disliked Cameron, to the contrary, she found her a breath of fresh air.&nbsp; Seeing Cameron just reminded Irene of her failure to act in a timely manner, thereby losing sight of the nameless man.&nbsp; She worked up a smile and made her way down the bar, her headache pulsing with each step.&nbsp; <br><br>"'mornin', Cameron.&nbsp; If you're looking for food, there's a kitchen that way," Irene leaned on the bar and pointed.&nbsp; "If you're feeling like me, a hair o'the dog isn't working."&nbsp; She smiled for real, now.&nbsp; "Woof."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 07:09:16</strong>
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				<strong>Sam Markham...Day 2</strong><br><br>Sam gave a withering glare in the direction of the man who had interrupted his conversation with the comely bar tender.&nbsp; Then he turned his attention in the direction of the young woman who had just joined them at the bar from one of the rooms.&nbsp; Her presence was welcomed as she seemed polite at least, and very pretty too. She and the bar tender seemed to know each other.<br><br>He muttered to himself, “Quite a welcoming establishment we got here...yes sir...free water served before paid for libations...ain’t that something.<br><br>Once Cameron, he thought she’d been called, had been tended to by her friend behind the bar Sam cleared his throat and said in a loud voice that he hoped would return the bar tender to him to finish their interrupted conversation.<br><br>“In answer to your accusation...yeah I am...new to you...new here too and ahead in line of the gentleman to my right. If it’s not too much trouble ma’am I’d like a beer...if you got some...whisky and a water back if you don’t and a room for the next few nights.&nbsp; Any of those rooms upstairs available?&nbsp; Oh and you got a place where a guy can rid himself of three days of trail dust?”<br><br>He gave her a thorough once over.&nbsp; It had been sometime since he’d come across a woman as pretty as she with some spunk.&nbsp; He liked that a lot. Even in her apparent ‘morning after’ distress she was a mighty fine looking woman.<br><br>He leaned in closer to her, “Was it a celebration or a wake Miss?&nbsp; I hope it was the former.&nbsp; I reckon that somehow the latter would get me some more work to do.”<br><br>He smiled at her.&nbsp; He was definitely attracted to her. He would bet anyone that she was more than fine in the morning to wake up to.&nbsp; He shrugged as he silently chided himself for being so crude about a woman he knew next to nothing about.&nbsp; He’d definitely been too long without a woman.<br><br>“The name, if you need it, is Sam Markham.&nbsp; You got one too I bet.&nbsp; You mind sharing it so I don’t have to call you ‘the bar wench’ when I let your boss know how helpful you’ve been?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 07:35:11</strong>
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				Straightening from pointing out the mealtime offerings to Cameron, Irene gave the pale-eyed man a long, hard look.&nbsp; She moved down the counter and pulled a beer for him.&nbsp; She blew the foam off the top and then took a moment to lick her hand free of the foam.&nbsp; <br><br>"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine?" she asked, her tone droll as she set the mug before him.<br><br>She stared as he leaned in to whisper, "Was it a celebration or a wake, Miss?&nbsp; I hope it was the former.&nbsp; I reckon that somehow the latter would get me some more work to do."&nbsp; <br><br>And, then he introduced himself. <br><br>Irene looked him over more carefully.&nbsp; Had his teeth.&nbsp; No visible deformity.&nbsp; Though, the worst deformities didn't show on the outside, they lived in the skulls of sick men, and women.&nbsp; No sign of lesions...&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; "It wasn't either.&nbsp; Just another night," she said.&nbsp; "I'm Irene.&nbsp; There's only one Irene here.&nbsp; And, if you want a bath...well, we've got them.&nbsp; There's a price, depending on how you want that bath."&nbsp; She leaned on the counter, looking at the gun, then looking up at the man.&nbsp; Lawman, she thought. <br><br>She crooked her finger at him to come closer.&nbsp; "If you want that bath alone, it's one price.&nbsp; If you want me, too, it's another.&nbsp; And, if you want me all night, there's even another price.&nbsp; But, I think I could make it worth your while."&nbsp; She stood up, grinning at the prospect of some income.&nbsp; "You'd be clean," she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 07:58:41</strong>
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				<strong>Sam Markham...Day 2</strong><br><br>"Well now...that's a beer." Sam said with a wink as she licked the foam from her hand and handed the mug to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would have gladlly licked her fingers clean for her.&nbsp; The more he looked at her the more he liked what he saw in her.&nbsp; She not only had spunk but character...that was his first impression anyway.&nbsp; He smiled as their gazes met.&nbsp; He took two big gulps and savored the feeling of the cool elixir going down as it soothed his dry throat.<br><br>He nodded and winked back at her.&nbsp; "Irene huh?&nbsp; I like that...it has a ring to it."<br><br>He was truly enjoying her attitude...and the options she offered.<br><br>He 'thought' about them a few moments longer than it took him to make up his mind.&nbsp; He didn't want to spoil the haggling or seem as desperate as he felt inside for her company.<br><br>"I believe the bath and your sparkling company all night is what I want."&nbsp; He paused, "Is the bath warmer than say...your bed right now? When's the clock start on all night and how much scratch are we talking?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 20:32:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~Jotham Godstone at the bar | Day 2~</strong></div><br>Jotham nodded his silent thanks to the attractive woman behind the bar as he grabbed the proffered water and took a several big gulps, quenching his thirst and nearly emptying the mug. The withering stare from the man next to him did not go unnoticed, but Jotham didn't bother to react. Although he had his trusty Colt Peacemaker .45 LC (http://moviegunguy.com/WordPress/wp-content/gallery/us-cavalry-weapons/uscav1873colt.jpg) holstered on his right hip, Jotham was not a violent man nor was he looking for any trouble.<br><br>He climbed onto the stool next to him and settled in, turning to lean his back against the bar with a stretch. His back popped and cracked as he finally worked out the hunch between his shoulder blades from his long journey. He watched as another woman in a low cut maroon top approached the bar and addressed the other lovely woman. He listened to the conversation between the two before the man joined in one more. He half smirked, brushing off the comments that were obviously directed at him but said nothing. He was new in town and looking for work. The last thing he needed to do was make a bad first impression and find himself with a bad reputation and enemies to boot.<br><br>He listened quietly from his place at the bar, taking particular interest at the mention when the discussion turned to baths and a room. He had been riding for little over a week now and was in dire need of a proper bath and change of clothes. The bucket baths he'd managed on the trail was just enough to take care of the important spots, so when he came into town, at least he didn't smell... too badly.<br><br>After a good bath and change of clothes, he would need to procure some more rations for he and his horse. God only knows how long he would be on the trail the next time out. He'd been looking for work for so long now and Oasis seemed a good place to find prospective employers. As he finished his water, setting the mug down with a smile and nod to the lady behind the bar, he felt hopeful for the first time in a long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 04:19:35</strong>
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				"Yes, I too have my doubts as to whether or not that'd work, Sweet" she said with a bit of a smile leaning over the bar, her hat turned down slightly over her face, casting it in a bit of shadow, "Not the least of which being that no one bit me last night."<br><br>She laughed, leaning herself back, "Despite my best efforts, mind you."<br><br>"I'll take a bit of tomato juice if you've got it, if not, whatever kind of juice y'ave."<br><br>Her drink would take a bit, she turned, facing out to look into the saloon, watching the new arrivals with an eye that was more than a little curious, her hat tilted down a little to continue masking her expressions as best it could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 05:14:30</strong>
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				<strong>~ Carmen arriving at the Saguaro Saloon | Day 2, afternoon ~</strong><br><br>Guiding her horse toward the small stable behind the Saguaro, Carmen smiled at the young boy who was shyly loitering near the back of the saloon. There was usually at least one young ‘un hanging out at the stables eager to assist riders with their horses - or at least those riders who had a coin or two to spare. Carmen remembered this particular boy from her previous visits and greeted him warmly, her smile wide and genuine as his big brown eyes peered up at her through his dark shaggy hair. “Buenos tardes, Tomas! Cómo está usted?” His boyish face broke out into a beaming smile as he answered her, “Estoy bien señorita Carmen, es bueno verte!”<br><br>Sliding smoothly off her horse, Carmen let her fingers trail along Jonquil’s soft neck as she moved to hand the reins over to Tomas. Giving the boy’s hair a playful tousle, she placed the reins in his hand, her intense and pointed look all the reminder the boy needed of how much the horse meant to her and how careful she expected him to be with her mare. Pulling off her hat, she tucked it securely in her saddlebag before turning away, calling cheerfully over her shoulder as she strode back toward the front of the saloon, “Muchas Gracias, Tomas!”<br><br>Walking back around to the main entrance of the Saguaro, Carmen paused for a moment at the front doors, shaking her long auburn tresses out a bit from the time her locks had spent underneath her hat during her ride in. Placing her palms against the wooden doors, Carmen shoved against them with force, thrusting the saloon doors open with a resounding bang.&nbsp; As they bounced off the walls and back again into her outstretched hands, she stepped into the doorway. Her lithe body framed in between the open doors with the bright sunshine at her back, Carmen was a jaw-dropping sight in tight black and crimson topped with curvy creaminess. <br><br>Why simply enter, when you can make an <em>Entrance</em>.<br><br><br><br>******<br>“Buenos tardes, Tomas! Cómo está usted?” = “Good afternoon, Thomas! How are you?”<br><br>“Estoy bien señorita Carmen, es bueno verte!” = “I’m well, Miss Carmen, it’s good to see you!” <br><br>“Muchas gracias, Tomas!” = “Thank you very much, Thomas!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 06:17:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107414.msg4789172#msg4789172">Quote from: derek on 15-06-2011, 07:58:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sam Markham...Day 2</strong><br><br>"Well now...that's a beer." Sam said with a wink as she licked the foam from her hand and handed the mug to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would have gladlly licked her fingers clean for her.&nbsp; The more he looked at her the more he liked what he saw in her.&nbsp; She not only had spunk but character...that was his first impression anyway.&nbsp; He smiled as their gazes met.&nbsp; He took two big gulps and savored the feeling of the cool elixir going down as it soothed his dry throat.<br><br>He nodded and winked back at her.&nbsp; "Irene huh?&nbsp; I like that...it has a ring to it."<br><br>He was truly enjoying her attitude...and the options she offered.<br><br>He 'thought' about them a few moments longer than it took him to make up his mind.&nbsp; He didn't want to spoil the haggling or seem as desperate as he felt inside for her company.<br><br>"I believe the bath and your sparkling company all night is what I want."&nbsp; He paused, "Is the bath warmer than say...your bed right now? When's the clock start on all night and how much scratch are we talking?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Irene focused her attention on the live one before her.&nbsp; She smiled, her lips curling up right as she regarded him.&nbsp; Lawmen were notorious for expecting something for nothing so it was best to set the bar high enough, but not too high that he'd get mad and cause trouble for Ms. Starr.&nbsp; <br><br>She stepped up on the bottom shelf behind the bar, getting closer to the man as she leaned her elbows on the inner counter.&nbsp; "Big gun," she said, looking at the weapon and then looking at the man.&nbsp; "Compensating?" she asked, her eyes daring the man; how far could she push him, she wondered.<br><br>She cast a glance down to Cameron, sending a full grin to her new friend.<br><br>The man, not that she set any merit by a book's cover, but this man's shoulders hinted at height.&nbsp; She did like a tall man.&nbsp; Especially if they were put together so that all parts were in proportion; and that wasn't any guarantee.&nbsp; She looked back to his face and raised her eyebrows at him.<br><br>"We don't discuss money down here, handsome.&nbsp; And, it all depends on how hard I have to work."&nbsp; She smiled once more, right at him.&nbsp; Hell, Irene thought, I'm beginning to enjoy this slut stuff.&nbsp; Maybe it was the morning brandy talking, but she was enjoying this exchange.&nbsp; Maybe her inner-slut was finally surfacing and the job would finally become less than tiresome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 07:28:01</strong>
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				<strong>Sam Markham...Day 2</strong><br><br>He grinned broadly at the saucy woman leaning over the bar to speak to him directly.<br><br>He looked her in the eye and said with all seriousness, “Yeah..you got it right...about the gun...it does compensate...for the distance between me and the fugitive I’m shooting at.”<br><br>He maintained eye contact with her as he drank some more of his beer.&nbsp; He was curious to see if she responded to his rebuttal with a flip response.<br><br>“So Miss Irene where do we go to discuss financial matters?&nbsp; How much you do will have more to do with you than with me.&nbsp; I’m paying for your time not your servitude.&nbsp; Can you get me another beer, please?&nbsp; This ain’t too bad I have to say.”<br><br>He liked her shape and her banter, but he wondered why a woman like her would be working in a place like this.&nbsp; He’d read the file about her husband’s unsolved death and how she’d pushed to have his killer...killers..brought to justice without any success.&nbsp; He’d even heard the chatter that she might have done it.&nbsp; Having met her he didn’t currently hold to that view, but first impressions can be wrong.&nbsp; As he waited for his beer he sized up his companions at the bar and was relieved that none were of interest to him but Irene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 07:52:57</strong>
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				<strong>Irene O'Rourke-Saloon, Day Two</strong><br><br>Irene didn't have long to wait for his response.&nbsp; And, he was good.&nbsp; She wasn't sure she liked the bit about fugitives. . .&nbsp; Irene's intense eyes widened and she tossed her head back in a good laugh.<br><br>"We'll talk money when we make it to my room, Sam Markam."<br><br>Her gaze lifted to the slammed-open doors and she sighed.&nbsp; Carmen's here...she thought.<br><br>"You break it you fix it, Moose," she called to the woman.&nbsp; If a person could be further from a moose than <strong>Carmen</strong>, Irene wasn't sure they existed.&nbsp; But, she did like to tease her for her look-at-me grand entrances.&nbsp; <br><br>She poured some papaya juice into a glass and slid it down the bar to <strong>Cameron.</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Then she pulled another beer for <strong>Sam</strong>, holding it out to him to take from her hand.<br><br>"And, we can start the clock whenever you like, Sam Markham; you're the customer and the customer is sometimes not wrong."&nbsp; His comment about paying for her time made her smile.&nbsp; Yes indeed, this was rounding up to be a fine, FINE day.&nbsp; She winked slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 01:56:30</strong>
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				Cameron tossed a wink back at Irene. She eyed up the lawman for a second, then shrugged and turn back to the door. Good for the girl, it looked like she'd had something of a rough night the evening previous, she could do with a bit of fun. Cameron was quite busy wishing the barmaid all the best when the door to the saloon opened with a resounding slam, a slim, lithe figure silhouetted by the sunlight pouring into the saloon's interior. She caught her breath for a moment, her teeth finding her lower lip. Now if that wasn't a pleasant development, she didn't know the meaning of the term. Her fingers moved up to the brim of her hat, tilting it back up to make sure her view stayed unobstructed as she waited for Carmen to come a little closer to the bar.<br><br>"Oh, love," she breathed in a low tone, just loud enough for the girl to hear as she approached, "If girls as pretty as you just wander in this often I'm certainly going to have to stick around." She said it with a smirk, dialing her accent back enough so that it lightly clipped the ends of her words, just enough to give them a bit of a twist, nothing more.<br><br>She lifted her eyebrows a bit to emphasize the playful tease, bringing the glass of juice Irene had slid down to her up to her lips, taking a long sip, not expecting the juice to be sweet, enjoying it quite a bit. The papaya wouldn't be nearly as good for her bit of a hangover as tomato, but she was suddenly finding that said hangover was almost completely forgotten.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 02:53:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107414.msg4793352#msg4793352">Quote from: MistressofPen on 16-06-2011, 07:52:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Irene O'Rourke-Saloon, Day Two</strong><br><br>"...And, we can start the clock whenever you like, Sam Markham; you're the customer and the customer is sometimes not wrong."&nbsp; His comment about paying for her time made her smile.&nbsp; Yes indeed, this was rounding up to be a fine, FINE day.&nbsp; She winked slowly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sam Markham...Day 2</strong><br><br>Sam took the opportunity to touch her outstretched arm.&nbsp; He supported her forearm with one hand and took the mug of beer with the other.&nbsp; He softness of her skin and its warmth made him shift though he hid it well.&nbsp; She was definitely getting to him and he had an idea that she knew it too.&nbsp; He grinned with a sigh as he slid his hand down her forearm to her wrist.&nbsp; His hand opened and then took her hand into a handshake.<br><br>“Well Miss Irene...pending negotiations over price we have a deal.&nbsp; My clock starts whenever you hit that bottom step over there.”&nbsp; He nodded back over his shoulder at the staircase.&nbsp; “There any paperwork we need to take care of to consummate this deal?&nbsp; Like a hotel register or something?”<br><br>He took a long pull on his beer before setting it on the bar.&nbsp; He grinned and laughed aloud before he kissed the back of her hand and then released it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I am dreadfully sorry to be asking so many dadburned questions...but as we established earlier..I’m new here...at least for now.”&nbsp; He winked at her and licked his lips.&nbsp; “ So Miss Irene when can you get someone to spell you here?&nbsp; I have a deep and powerful need get cleaned up and get into a comfortable bed.&nbsp; Sleeping in the dessert ain’t as comfortable as people might think.&nbsp; Oh...yeah...is there any one about that I can pay to take care of my horse and get him situated at a livery or such with a good currying, some grain and water?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 05:35:41</strong>
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				<strong>Irene O'Rourke - Day Two</strong><br><br>Irene watched his hand slide down her arm.&nbsp; She almost got goosebumps.&nbsp; She focused steadily on the man, not letting emotion have any part of this transaction.&nbsp; Being a whore was one thing, being a fool was a different thing entirely.<br><br>"No sir.&nbsp; No paperwork," she answered as he shook her hand, feeling a mite confused, now.&nbsp; And, then his blue, blue eyes smiled at her and he kissed her hand.&nbsp; As he released her hand she pulled it back and made a show of wiping it on her hip.&nbsp; "And, you really don't have to try to woo me.&nbsp; It's pretty much a given that you're getting laid," she said.&nbsp; <br><br>"Where's your horse?&nbsp; I'll have Tomas stable him in the back.&nbsp; He's very good with horses," she said, moving down the bar to the break as one of the local girls came in from the back.&nbsp; Irene explained the situation to the girl who nodded and took her place behind the bar.&nbsp; Irene shifted out from behind the bar and crossed the big room to the entrance, walking to the edge of the terrace to look down at the hitching post.&nbsp; "Well, guess that shortens the list," she mused of the two horses.&nbsp; She had fifty-fifty odds of getting it right.&nbsp; She glanced at the saddles, judged the length of the stirrups and chose the black horse.&nbsp; The palomino just seemed a bit flashy, beautiful but flashy for the pale-eyed man buying her for the night.<br><br>Irene walked out, wearing her chemise and not particularly caring about it, or realizing it.&nbsp; She was used to less clothes flapping about her legs than this, so she didn't bother to consider the action of the sun on the fabric.&nbsp; Trotting down the curved steps, Irene walked up to the horse, eased the rein from the rail and led the beast to the back.&nbsp; She gave his sleek neck a stroke, glanced at the saddle to find it well-worn, but cared for.&nbsp; <br><br>"Tomas?&nbsp; Tengo otro caballo para su cuidado, Tomas."&nbsp; She greeted the young man.&nbsp; "Gracias, Tomas.&nbsp; Senor Sam Markham's caballo."<br><br>The dark-eyed boy took the horse, speaking rapidly to it as they walked off to the stables.<br><br>Irene turned around to return to the Saloon, looking down at her dust-covered feet.&nbsp; Senor Markham wasn't the only one in need of a bath, now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 15:56:49</strong>
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				<strong>Sam Markham - Day 2 </strong> <br><br>Sam chuckled lustfully at her reaction to his touching her skin.&nbsp; He liked how she tasted too, which was more about the kiss of her hand than it had been about wooing her.&nbsp; Though he liked the idea of wooing her.&nbsp; That had some appeal for him.&nbsp; He sipped at his beer as Irene took care of his horse for him.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked up at just the perfect moment and saw her standing in the doorway wearing only her chemise.&nbsp; That in it’s self&nbsp; was enough wake up his lust.&nbsp; But as Irene stood in profile to him, backlit by the bright sun the shadowy silhouette of her feminine form had him gaping at her with a hot wave of desire waking up parts of him that hadn’t been so warm in a very, very long time.<br><br>As Irene disappeared to tend to his horse Sam finished off the rest of his beer.&nbsp; By the time she returned ha had gathered his bags and rifle and was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.&nbsp; With a sly look and a lecherous grin he gave her an appreciative once over.<br><br>“Thanks for taking care of Diablo...I could have set him up out there you didn’t need do it yourself,” he glanced down at her dust covered feet and naked trim legs.&nbsp; “You feet got all dusty.&nbsp; Will it cost extra if I wash them for you?&nbsp; I know...I know... no haggling until we get to your room...sooo...Miss Irene...you better lead the way.”<br><br>He had a feeling he was going enjoy every moment with her as he looked up the stairs.<br><br>-----&gt; going up to Irene's room
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 18:27:44</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two-</strong> preparations for Mr. Markham<br><br>Irene was startled by the big man’s presence by the stairs.&nbsp; She’d been right; he was tall.&nbsp; <br><br>She gave him a lifted shoulder shrug.&nbsp; “As you wish, Mr. Markham.&nbsp; I’ll make the request for bathwater.”&nbsp; She gave him a look up and down.&nbsp; “You might require extra.&nbsp; Water,” she clarified, then followed his gaze down to her feet.&nbsp; Hell, this was what she was wearing?&nbsp; "You want to wash <em>my</em> feet?"&nbsp; Irene pulled a face and turned away to make her water request of the kitchen staff.&nbsp; They were not pleased and she didn’t care.&nbsp; She asked for a bread and some butter and the cook put them in a basket, shoved it into Irene’s arms and then, Irene was pretty sure she insulted her as she pushed her out of the kitchen.&nbsp; Irene just smiled.<br><br>Returning to Mr. Markham, Irene gestured for the stairs and led the way since the man didn’t move.&nbsp; "I'd guess your clock started now, sunshine."<br><br>=--&gt; Irene’s Room<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 23:27:38</strong>
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				<strong>Jotham Godstone | Day 2</strong><br><br>The water was just enough to sooth his parched throat and slate his thirst and he was already feeling cooler.&nbsp; Jotham sat quietly at the bar, listening to the back and forth between the lady behind the bar and the other gentleman sitting a few places down from him. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation as he had when he'd first entered, Jotham was content to just sit there and listen for a time. It was nice to be doing nothing for a little while; not have to worry about where you are, whether or not you're gonna have enough food for you and your horse or if a rattler is gonna try to slip into your sleeping bag or spook your horse enough to throw you off a cliff. <br><br>It was funny how the simplest of things could have such a tremendous affect on a person's psyche. Just being inside, out of the sun and hearing other voices was comforting. Already, Jotham was beginning to feel a part of the human race one more. Spending so much time alone on the trail with none but your horse for company takes a toll on a man. Often times, Jotham found himself having one sided conversations with his horse, "Sioux."<br><br>Content to let his mind drift, he was suddenly yanked back to his senses by the resounding bang of the saloon's swinging doors. Dark, inquisitive eyes settled upon the jaw dropping vision before him, lingering in the entrance and back-lit by the sun.&nbsp; He was forced to lift a hand to shade his eyes from the blinding rays of light that seemed to emanate from the woman herself. He was keenly aware of the lush swells of creamy flesh teasing him from the confines of her form fitting red corset that complimented her figure perfectly. And if that wasn't distraction enough, those black leather pants that hugged her feminine curves so lovingly... those pants that seemed as though they had been painted on by the delicate strokes of a master artist's brush; well that was enough to distract a man from a rampaging tribe of savage Apache warriors all decked out in war paint and screaming their vehement battle cries while charging straight for you. So, to say that Jotham was suddenly distracted would be quite the understatement. She definitely had his attention.<br><br>He stared silently from his stool at the bar and suddenly felt parched again. Swallowing at the lump that had formed in his throat, he licked his lips unconsciously, nodding in agreement to the other lady's words. He suddenly became aware of his nodding and the fact that he was staring. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he cleared his throat, quickly glancing about to see if anyone had noticed. Luckily the Lady who had served him his water and the other gentleman were heading upstairs and seemed unaware. He couldn't be sure if the others has noticed him or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 04:00:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107414.msg4799053#msg4799053">Quote from: MistressofPen on 17-06-2011, 18:27:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Day Two-</strong> preparations for Mr. Markham<br><br>Irene was startled by the big man’s presence by the stairs.&nbsp; She’d been right; he was tall.&nbsp; <br><br>She gave him a lifted shoulder shrug.&nbsp; “As you wish, Mr. Markham.&nbsp; I’ll make the request for bathwater.”&nbsp; She gave him a look up and down.&nbsp; “You might require extra.&nbsp; Water,” she clarified, then followed his gaze down to her feet.&nbsp; Hell, this was what she was wearing?&nbsp; "You want to wash <em>my</em> feet?"&nbsp; Irene pulled a face and turned away to make her water request of the kitchen staff.&nbsp; They were not pleased and she didn’t care.&nbsp; She asked for a bread and some butter and the cook put them in a basket, shoved it into Irene’s arms and then, Irene was pretty sure she insulted her as she pushed her out of the kitchen.&nbsp; Irene just smiled.<br><br>Returning to Mr. Markham, Irene gestured for the stairs and led the way since the man didn’t move.&nbsp; "I'd guess your clock started now, sunshine."<br><br>=--&gt; Irene’s Room<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Sam pulled his timepiece out of its pocket and silently did the arithmetic as Irene started up the stairs.&nbsp; No one in his life had ever called him sunshine.&nbsp; For some reason he liked that she did.&nbsp; It fit her saucy manner.&nbsp; Sam grinned broadly as he watched the sway of her hips as they climbed the stairs.&nbsp; Irene had a very trim but nicely shaped body with nice curves in all the right places. He was hypnotized by how her chemise moved so deliciously over her skin. With its nice shimmering sheen it seemed to add a very erotic effect to her very sensuous body.&nbsp; He slowed his pace a bit as they cleared the bottom two thirds of the steps.&nbsp; He glanced up just to satisfy his curiosity.&nbsp; He sighed when he was rewarded.&nbsp; At the top of the stairs they turned and walked a short distance along the balcony-like hallway until Irene stopped in front of a door that appeared to be to her room.<br><br>“Will we be bathing here Irene, or elsewhere?&nbsp; I don’t like leaving my weapons unsecured.”&nbsp; He winked at her with a flirtatious grin.&nbsp; “You know . . . the rifle and the pistol.”<br><br>“Yep,” he thought to himself as his eyes stayed on her.&nbsp; “I’m definitely going to enjoy his time with her.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>=--&gt; Irene’s Room<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 17:32:07</strong>
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				<strong>~ Carmen entering the Saguaro Saloon | Day 2, afternoon ~</strong><br><br>Releasing the doors to swing gently closed, Carmen paused for a few moments just inside the doorway, letting her eyes adjust to the more dim interior. Her golden hazel glance roamed slowly across the room, browsing with interest over the few saloon patrons who were lounging inside. <br><br><strong>"You break it you fix it, Moose."</strong><br><br>Carmen’s face lit up with a wide grin as Irene teased her, the fiery woman someone she genuinely enjoyed calling friend. She immediately noticed the body language going on between Irene and the man sitting in front of her at the bar - some kind of lawman by the looks of him - so she refrained from her usual boisterous greeting, not wanting to interfere in a potentially lucrative transaction for her friend. Sauntering toward the bar, Carmen smiled at the lawman, giving Irene one of her signature eyebrow waggles and throwing her a wink, her eyes then glancing curiously at the other two patrons sitting at the bar.<br><br><strong>"Oh love, if girls as pretty as you just wander in this often I'm certainly going to have to stick around."</strong><br><br>Carmen didn’t recognize the woman, her slim figure dressed in denim and chaps and a low cut dark maroon blouse, her black hat resting comfortably atop her long, soft-looking tresses. But her teasing flattery delivered with a friendly twinkle in her eye sounded like a fine enough welcome to Carmen, and she strolled toward a seat in between the woman and the other man at the bar.&nbsp; The other man cut a mighty fine figure himself; tall, dark and definitely handsome.&nbsp; Letting her glance linger a moment, she was pretty sure he was the same rider who had passed by her and Guinevera earlier. Something about the way he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her set her pulse off to a brisk canter, the intensity of his stare heating her blood. It was as if he was a starving man and she was the delicious feast he had been dreaming of. <em>Mmmm... </em> Her lips curving into a sensual half-smile, she wondered just what kind of man this intriguing stranger might be. Turning to face the beautiful woman who had spoken to her, she could still feel his eyes, hot and demanding at her back.<br><br>“Well hello yourself, Doll - don’t think I’ve seen you here before? Always nice to be treated to the sight of a beautiful woman, ‘specially when all I see most days are dirty cowhands sportin’ the opposite of purty. Name’s Carmen...what d’ya go by, Sweet?”<br><br>Carmen watched with amusement as Irene effortlessly enchanted the lawman, her glowing beauty and sharp-witted personality casting a spell he was unable to resist.&nbsp; The besotted lawman ended up practically chasing her up the stairs to her room, and Carmen chuckled deep in her throat.&nbsp; “I’ll have a whiskey and a water, hun.” Carmen spoke kindly to the barmaid who had taken Irene’s place behind the bar; not one of the girls she was familiar with. Holding up her shot glass of honey-colored liquid toward the staircase after the barmaid poured, Carmen’s lips curved into an amused and admiring smile. Toasting quietly under her breath with a mischievous grin flitting across her full lips she drawled, “Cheers, Dollface. Here’s hoping Mr. Lawman’s got what it takes to fill your purse ‘n pussy both!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 03:53:06</strong>
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				"Oh, beautiful now? My she can flatter," Cameron said returning the half-smile with one of her own, leaning in and answering with a bit of a chuckle as Carmen called out to the fleeing figure of Irene, the woman pulling the lawman behind her for a bit of a romp in the sack. Cameron cast her eye up and down the girl's form, admiring her figure, the small smirk on her features spreading a bit wider. She tapped on her teeth with the curve of her thumb, taking a small sip of her drink as she waited for the younger woman's attention to slide back her way. Once she felt she had enough of the girl's focus, she began again.<br><br>"Cameron Mccrae, m'dear, and always a pleasure to have the acquaintance of a pretty little thing such as yourself," her smile went wide as she grasped the girl's hand, the muscle behind the grip in her slender fingers surprisingly strong as she dipped her head, placing a small kiss on the back of the girl's hand. She popped her head back up, leaning back against the bar.<br><br>She took another long sip from her drink, taking her time before she set it back down, "So I take it from your familiarity with my new best friend over yonder," she jerked her head in the direction that Irene had fled, "That you're from somewhereabouts local, yeah?"<br><br>A gaze cast around the bar, she leaned in almost conspiratorially, giving a bit of a wink as her accent went thick, "I'm sort-of new in town, but keep it between us, won't you, love?" she asked with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 10:49:26</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr seeing a sight any man could love<br>Saguaro Saloon | Day 2, afternoon</strong><br><hr><br>The long walk up the slight slope of the path that cut its way through the town of Oasis up to the peak, where the Saloon was located, was much more demanding on her body, especially with her heels that practically had her tip-toeing on sometimes loose gravel. Fortunately, the Mexican workers always had time to paid attention and help the Madame up the slope and towards the gates of the saloon. No use having the head of the saloon falling down the path while everyone watched ... it was the quickest way for all the workers to be fired.<br><br>Her heels, her toes, and the balls of her feet were almost numb from all the walking up the dirt road. Fortunately, she had made it to the saloon without sweating profusely. Good thing she had worn something that weight as light as a feather, but still managed to hide any wet spots of saturated sweat. Guinevera entered the building, going past the swinging doors, and for a moment surveyed the scene in the bar and table area. Half the booths were occupied by singles or a couple of men. A few games of low stakes poker and a fun game of liar's dice filled the tables. The saloon girls were all doing their job as well as one who were serving drinks. One thing was missing. This thing was a person ... Irene. Guinevera hoped that she wasn't out and about chasing after rumors and such, doing the job of a bounty hunter or the Marshal himself.<br><br>She walked over to the bar and eyed two women sitting next to a man, who was awfully familiar. It seems he had greeted her and Carmen earlier this afternoon. Carmen in fact was one of the women sitting on a bar stool and the one offering her hand towards another woman, who openly kissed the young girl's hand in the view of many men, some stopping what they were doing just to catch a brief view of the spectacle. Guinevera smiled, seeing a different side of Carmen. What would her brother say if he say this? She left the pair to their own devices while she gestured the saloon girl managing the drink towards her and off to the side. <em>"Hola Maria. ¿Donde es Irene?"</em> she asked in the girl's native tongue.<br><br><em>"Irene es arriba con un hombre, Madame,"</em> the girl replied. Guinevera nodded and let the girl go back to work. She looked up towards the door of Irene and wondered what kind of man had been lured by the seductive methods of Irene. She wasn't at all disappointed, rather she was proud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 13:17:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>-=Jotham sitting alone at the bar | Day 2, afternoon=-</strong></div><br>Clearing his throat again, from his embarrassed realization that he had been staring at the woman in the painted on pants, he turned to the lady who had taken Irene's place behind the bar. <br><br><em>Name’s Carmen...what d’ya go by, Sweet?”</em><br><br>"Carmen," he repeated almost silently, testing how her name felt on his lips. He turned to face the barmaid as Cameron introduced herself as well and he grinned, stifling a chuckle at how similar their names were. "Can I get another wat..." he paused to listen as Carmen made a toast to Irene.<br><em><br>“Cheers, Dollface. Here’s hoping Mr. Lawman’s got what it takes to fill your purse ‘n pussy both!”</em><br><br>He coughed, surprised by such suggestive talk coming from such a pretty young thing as her, though he wasn't put off by it in the least. Though he would never admit it openly, if he were completely honest with himself, he would find that he was actually quite fond to hear a woman speak in such a manner. Carmen pulled it off with a practiced ease while still retaining a semblance of innocence about her that made her all the more attractive and intriguing to him. <br><br>He was still letting his imagination run wild with him, considering what she might sound like uttering other more salacious words or phrases, how she might sound when she moaned, or whether or not she was a screamer. It was then that he noticed the other woman placing a soft, gentle kiss to the back of her hand. His mouth fell open involuntarily at the sight and the images that this simple kiss ushered into his head caused him to lose himself for a moment. His foot slipped from the gleaming brass foot rail and jostled one of the spittoons. He snapped his mouth shut and glanced again to the barmaid, swallowing to moisten his dusty throat before speaking. "... On second thought, better make that a bourbon." The barmaid promptly poured the the dark honey amber imbued liquor and slid it down the bar towards him. He snatched the drink from the bar and took a healthy swig of the stout brew. <br><br>Setting the drink down, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.&nbsp; Just then barmaid came closer, apparently beckoned by someone behind him. He turned out of curiosity and was met by the sight of Guinevera standing before him. He offered a polite smile to the woman just as she address the barmaid.<br><br><em>"Hola Maria. ¿Donde es Irene?"</em><br><em>"Irene es arriba con un hombre, Madame,"</em><br><br>Jotham wasn't too good at Spanish, but he knew enough to get what he needed and to follow some conversations well enough to know what was going on. He found his attentions irrevocably drawn back to the the two ladies sitting just down from him, curious as to what might happen next, Jotham was happy to remain quiet and observe. After all, his Pa had always told him,&nbsp; "God gave you two ears and one mouth for a reason, son. You should listen twice as much as you talk. Better to remain quiet and let people think you're a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt." Putting this philosophy into practice had proven a very useful tool for Jotham. He was usually able to remain unnoticed while he was able to easily learn a lot about those around him, essentially gaining an upper hand over them if need be, or allowing him to more easily befriend them.<br><br>Pushing away from the bar, his spurs clinked softly in conjunction with the muted 'thud' of his boots on the wooden floor as he crossed a short distance and took a seat at a nearby table where he could get a better vantage point of Carmen and Cameron and what might happen next. He leaned back in his seat and propped his dusty boots on the arm of the chair next to him, crossing his feet at the ankles while being careful with the spurs. "Yessir," he thought to himself as he cast the occasional glance in their direction in a futile attempt to in a futile attempt to conceal his true motives. "Think I'll just sit here and enjoy myself for a spell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 20:34:23</strong>
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				<strong>~ Carmen at the bar in the Saloon | Day 2, afternoon ~</strong><br><br>After her quiet toast to Irene, Carmen brought the shot glass to her lips and quickly tossed the whiskey down the back of her throat. The sound of the glass heavily hitting the wood of the bar coincided with the quick hiss of her inhaled breath as the fiery liquid scorched its way over the back of her tongue, down her throat, burned past her chest and settled warmly in her stomach. Slowly letting her breath back out, she glanced at the man next to her through her dark fringe of lashes; having heard his timely cough, she wondered if he had overheard her toast. A slightly wicked smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she considered trying to <em>really</em> shock the stranger; but then her attention was brought back to the woman when she leaned toward her. As the woman leaned forward, Carmen’s golden gaze dipped to the woman’s lush lips, her eyes following the thin white scar tucked into the corner of her mouth that scrawled daintily up toward her cheek. <br><br><strong>"Cameron Mccrae, m'dear, and always a pleasure to have the acquaintance of a pretty little thing such as yourself."</strong><br><br>Carmen returned Cameron’s smile as the woman reached out and grasped her hand, Carmen’s mouth parting in surprised amusement as Cameron placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand, her grip as firm and the kiss as proper as any gentleman’s.<br><br>The sudden banging of spurs and clanging of a kicked spittoon had Carmen glancing curiously at the apparently discomfited man beside her as he upgraded his drink order.<strong>"... On second thought, better make that a bourbon."</strong> <em>Hot damn...I do believe Mr. Stranger here has been eavesdropping on our ladytalk,”</em> she chuckled silently to herself, wondering if all the commotion meant the man was shocked or intrigued. <br><br>Reaching for her water, she drank a mouthful of the cool liquid, letting it sit a few soothing moments on her tongue before swallowing. Cameron’s shameless flirting and friendly demeanor had her liking the woman from the get-go. When she mentioned her “new best friend” and indicated Irene, Carmen tallied up “good taste” to the list of positive attributes the woman held, in her opinion.&nbsp; Carmen nodded her head as she replied to Cameron’s question. “Yep - me ’n my brother work a ranch just outside of town, and this here’s where I come to get away from all the excitement,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.<br><br><strong>"I'm sort-of new in town, but keep it between us, won't you, love?"</strong><br><br>Cameron leaned close in toward her again as she spoke, her admission/request made with a suddenly thick brogue and paired with a smile and a wink, the combination of which caused Carmen to throw her head back in a burst of contagious, unselfconscious laughter. As her laughter slowly faded, a friendly smile remained on her lips.<br><br>Reaching her hand up to gently stroke the black rabbit fur of Cameron’s hat, Carmen let her hand trail down past the hat, curling her slender fingers around a lock of Cameron’s hair. Letting the silky strands feather slowly between her fingers as she pulled her hand back, Carmen spoke, a soft chuckle warming her tone. “I’ll just bet you have one helluva good story to tell, Cameron, <em>luv</em>,” she chuckled, emphasizing the last word in good-natured mimicry of the woman’s thick accent, her eyes smiling into Cameron’s.<br><br><strong>"Hola Maria. ¿Donde es Irene?"</strong><br><br>Carmen’s head turned as she heard Guinevera speak, recognizing her voice. The madame was at the end of the bar and seemed intent on business, so Carmen didn’t draw her attention. Suddenly, the mysterious stranger next to her pushed away from the bar and took a seat at a nearby table, settling in comfortably in his chair with his feet propped up. <em>Not even a how-do-you-do, and he hightails it!</em> she harrumphed to herself. If not for the man’s repeated glances in her and Cameron’s direction, she would have thought that the stranger was hoping to be left alone. But she had a feeling about this one.<br><br>Breaking in a new horse on the ranch was her favorite thing to do. Carmen was good at it, and absolutely loved it to boot. All that wildness and beauty, power and will in such stunning form. Each horse was unique, but she’d found they all tended to fall into two general groups: those that needed a strong hand and those that needed a soft hand. Carmen had found surprisingly similar traits among men, and her skill with taming horses had come in handy more’n she’d a thought it ever would in her dealings with men.&nbsp; Catching the handsome stranger’s eyes as he once more slid his glance in their direction, Carmen suddenly decided on her entertainment for the evening. Licking her lips slowly with a warm glint in her eye, her lips curved up into a sensual smile. She would try her hand at taming and riding this one.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Turning back to Cameron, Carmen leaned toward her this time, almost whispering as she spoke softly close to her ear. “You know who I think you would <em>love</em> to meet, and who would just eat a beautiful thing like you up? Trinette-Marie LeBlanc. She works here, and you should ask around and make sure and introduce yourself, Doll. As for me...” Carmen tilted her head toward the lounging man and gave Cameron a conspiratorial wink, “I’m gonna go wrangle me up a cowboy!” Slipping gracefully off her stool, Carmen leisurely strolled toward the stranger, her hips gently swaying and an almost predatory smile prowling across her lips as she wondered if the man was gonna bolt.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 03:36:54</strong>
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				<strong>“Yep - me ’n my brother work a ranch just outside of town, and this here’s where I come to get away from all the excitement.”</strong><br><br>Cameron chuckled a little at that, resting her chin on her fist on the bar, "Now, get away from all the excitement? Why on earth would you ever want to go and do a silly thing like that?" She lifts her eyebrows a little with the question, giving them a bit of a playful wiggle. In Cameron's humble opinion there were few better ways to begin a day than a conversation with a lovely young lady, and if she played her cards right, she figured she just might be able to stumble into one of them. <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>“I’ll just bet you have one helluva good story to tell, Cameron, luv.”</strong><br><br>She felt that smooth, nimble hand gliding down the soft felt of her hat, catching a lock of her hair and slipping down along it. Her smile widened a little, barely a breath away from the other woman as she asked the question. Cameron normally considered herself something of a savant when it came to being flirtatious, but this woman was giving her a run for her money. Always happy to repay a challenge, Cameron found her tongue sliding along the front of her teeth.<br><br>"You wouldn't believe, sweet. Tale, story, yarn, legend, fable. Just lemme know what you're after, I guarantee you I've got it." Her grin grew, leaning back a bit, "In spades."<br><br><strong>“You know who I think you would love to meet, and who would just eat a beautiful thing like you up? Trinette-Marie LeBlanc. She works here, and you should ask around and make sure and introduce yourself, Doll. As for me, I’m gonna go wrangle me up a cowboy!”</strong><br><br>Cameron sighed a bit as they girl made to leave, leaning back against the bar and finishing her drink, "Go on, love, but don't you forget about me." She winked, "You're in my sights, sweetie, and I've got regular mountains of patience."<br><br>With a wave, she called over the saloon girl filling in for Irene as soon as the Madame of the house was done with her. She ordered a bourbon to match Carmen's new "prey" and turned her attention away from the girl over to the Madame. Her fingers found the warmth of the glass, raising it up to the woman with a bit of a smile, "Second pretty lady to slip through my fingers in this town, talk about luck." she said with a laugh, taking a long sip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 11:45:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>-=Jotham at an empty table in the Saloon | Day 2, afternoon=-</strong></div><br>After setting his bourbon on the table, Jotham had reclined back in his chair, propping his feet on the chair adjacent to him. With his feet crossed at the ankles, spurs carefully placed just so, Jotham leaned the chair back slightly so that it stood precariously on it’s two back legs. He had taken to eavesdropping on the two lovely ladies at the bar from where he’d just come, casting them the occasional glance, to see where the nice lady flirting might lead.<br><br>Pulling his Stetson down low to disguise his prying eyes, Jotham laced his fingers together and let his hands rest across his stomach, the dusty shirt concealing the washboard muscles that lay beneath. His keen hearing picked up that the other woman’s name, Cameron Mccrae, and that she was new in town, of course that didn’t mean a whole lot to him since he was new in town as well. It was the next bit that really got his attention, though.<br><br><em><strong>“Yep - me ’n my brother work a ranch just outside of town, and this here’s where I come to get away from all the excitement.” </strong></em><br><br>He mulled this bit of news over his mind quietly for a few seconds and considered how best to broach the subject to Carmen. He was a ranch hand in dire need of work. It’d been too long since he’d found someone who both needed a ranch hand and was willing to hire on a complete stranger.<br><br>It was Carmen’s open laughter that brought him back from his thoughts to the here and now. Making up his mind that he would interrupt their conversation in the hopes that it might lead to some work, Jotham reached up and pushed his Stetson back from his brow as he let the chair fall back on all four legs with a soft thud. That’s right about when Carmen, that beautiful creature, reached up her perfect little hand and stroked Cameron’s fur before trailing down to tangle in the other woman’s soft, glossy black tresses. He froze, transfixed by the sight of the two gorgeous women and how delicious they were as they teased and flirted with each other so openly. He was suddenly aware that his mouth was open again when Carmen’s mesmerizing tone sounded in his ears.<br><em><strong><br>“I’ll just bet you have one helluva good story to tell, Cameron, luv.”</strong></em><br><br>He couldn’t help but wonder what some of those stories might be, though by the look of her, his imagination was already beginning to weave some stories that involved both of the beautiful ladies at the bar. Grabbing his bourbon, he took a quick shot and set the glass down on the table with a hard ‘clunk.’ His hand reached up to tug on the bandana slung around his neck and he jostled it quickly for a few seconds to usher in some air to kiss his sweaty throat and to top of his chest.<br><br>He watched in disbelief when Carmen leaned in so close to Cameron’s ear. At first he thought she was kissing the other woman, but then she spoke in a near whisper that caused him to lean in closer, straining to hear. He glanced in her direction once more and found himself staring into those honey tinted eyes. Her luscious lips curved into a smile that sent tingles down his spine and when she licked her lips, he felt the blood begin to flow more freely into his groin. He knew that look, alright, but this woman was like none he’d never seen before; there was something about her that robbed him of his thoughts and made him seem a bumbling fool. All he could think of is how he wanted to see more… much more.<br><br><em><strong>“You know who I think you would love to meet, and who would just eat a beautiful thing like you up? Trinette-Marie LeBlanc. She works here, and you should ask around and make sure and introduce yourself, Doll. As for me... I’m gonna go wrangle me up a cowboy!”</strong></em><br><br>Jotham wasn’t able to hear what Carmen said and he turned to look once more when he heard Cameron's reply.<br><br><em><strong>"Go on, love, but don't you forget about me." She winked, "You're in my sights, sweetie, and I've got regular mountains of patience."</strong></em><br><br>Carmen slid from her stool and began sauntering in his direction. Jotham didn’t know where to look. His eyes danced uncertainly from her golden eyes, to the creamy, heaving swells contouring her corset, to the subtle, feminine curve of her leather clad hips that hinted to the lush arch of her bottom. <br><br>He smiled politely and tried to play it cool, leaning back comfortably in his chair as he smiled up at her. His mind raced for something to say… anything, but he was drawing blanks as his eyes settled on her chest once more. He clenched his eyes shut for a moment and it came to him in an instant. Tipping his hat in a lazy, but gentlemanly gesture, he opened his eyes again and finally managed a simple, “Afternoon, ma’am.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 09:46:26</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr, her attentions on Miss Glasgow<br>Saguaro Saloon | Day 2, Afternoon</strong><br><br>As the saloon girl told Guinevera that Irene was upstairs and she was filling in for the bartender, she couldn't help but overhear the conversation between Lil' Carmen and another lady. She overheard the woman's accent as she introduced herself as a Cameron Maccrae. Cameron Maccrae, where have I heard that name before? she asked herself. It couldn't be that woman that sent me a letter a few weeks back. And she's here. Guinevera watched the scene unfold as Carmen stood from her stool and walked over to the man who had recently left the bar to sit down at a nearby table, probably to grab a better view of the conversation, which was usual for men to do when a woman that was neither a saloon girl, Duckling or Swan was present in the saloon. Most enjoyed the view, but there were a few others that actually listened in on their conversations. The man's Stetson covering his wandering eyes didn't do much good to hide the purpose of his relocation.<br><br>She watched Carmen moved from her stool to the man, surprising him with her stunning presence and foiling his plan to listen to a pair of entertaining ladies. Guinevera wondered what would Randall say if he barged in and caught his little sister flirting up the saloon. She expected an argument or two.<br><br>But it was this woman, who seemed to not from around the area. Her fur hat told Guinevera that she was from a wealthier region, probably somewhere back east, or even beyond the shores, which would match the information on the letter that she received from this Cameron Maccrae. The saloon girl that just told Guinevera of Irene's location was now being called by this woman at the bar, who ordered a bourbon, which was just what the man at the table had ordered. She could sense that some of her interest lie in the young woman and she could also sense that none of her attention was on the man at all. The woman's eyes met with Guinevera's and she looked at those eyes looking straight at her. The woman rose her glass to the Madame, causing her to nod in consideration.<br><br>"Luck chooses those she'd like to reward. In your case, she just reward you if you look more closely," Guinevera stated, walking closer to the woman those bothering not to sit on the stool due to her dress. "Say, haven't I seen you around, probably last night, perhaps?" Is this woman was Cameron Maccrae, then her wait would soon have ended. Guinevera had always wondered whose handwriting had wrote and sent her that letter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 01:08:45</strong>
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				<strong>"Say, haven't I seen you around, probably last night, perhaps?"</strong><br><br>"Oh, if you've got good eyes, then I suppose you have," Cameron said to her with a bit of a wink. Her smile turned up slightly at the corners, the focus of her charm shifting effortlessly from Carmen to the Madame, though there was nothing artificial about the change in her attention. Nothing that suggested a falseness or a forced politeness about her, rather her interest appeared, for all intents and purposes, to be completely and wholly sincere.<br><br>"I think you may have spotted me for a moment or two, I rode into town last night," she said, tapping her finger against her lips and looking up towards the ceiling in a gesture that suggested faux deep thought, "Though if I recall, you skittered up the stairs rather quick with Marshall Tall, Dark, and Stonejawed only a minute or two after my arrival, so I won't exactly hold it against you if the ghost don't have a familiar face."<br><br>She took her time as she leaned back against the bar, eyeing the woman up and down. Elegantly disheveled was the word that came to mind, the wear of the long stroll up the hill to the saloon evident on the Madame, especially in those heels, which Cameron was not too proud to admit that she coveted, "Now, don't you look like you strolled through the twelve labors on your way over," she said with a playful laugh.<br><br>"What say you we grab a table and a drink? I'm hoping to catch the attention of at least one pretty lady today. Cameron Maccrae, if you haven't caught it before, and what, pray tell, shall I call you, love?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 10:21:29</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr conversing with Cameron<br>Saguaro Saloon | Day 2</strong><br><hr><br>"Oh," she simply said as she recalled the series of the events from last night. She had remembered a woman come in before Irene last night, but she was mostly focused on the slightly intoxicated Marshal to get a good glance at the woman. When she mentioned her rather quick leading of the man up the stairs and into her room, Guinevera turned her head away from the woman to hide her embarrassed blush. "So, that was you, huh?"<br><br>"Just one, maybe two or three," she muttered, her attention at the knowledge of the Greek hero Hercules, formerly Heracles. Guinevera was sure that this woman was educated. She herself was educated by traveling professors who traded non-fiction passages with sexual favors. If this woman was a Swan, she would be sought after by men ranging from humble cattle ranchers to the rare posh gentlemen from the areas of wealth. Guinevera had mentioned two to three labors, considering the walk she had to endure, the heat of the afternoon sun and the very fact that in the desert, it's always hot.<br><br>"Guinevera Starr, but mostly everyone calls me Madame Starr," she said with confidence and pride. So this was <em>the</em> Cameron Maccrae. The information in the letter fit the description, and there was no denying that there would another woman by that name besides the one sitting on the stool before her. "Miss Maccrae, I had a feeling you might be coming to my establishment one of these days. Maybe we can take our conversation someplace more ... private?"<br><br>Guinevera turned to the saloon girl serving the drinks and said to her in Spanish, her accent changing to one closest to the native tongue of the people of the South. "<em>Una botella de las cosas caras y alguna infusión de Saguaro, Maria,</em>" she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 10:49:54</strong>
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				<strong>"Just one, maybe two or three,"</strong><br><br>"Now, don't flatter yourself love, I can already tell by looking at yeh, it would take more 'n half the labors to really put you out. Though maybe a bit of accute fatigue could be, a'course, forgiven." She keeps the smile, it seems to hang about her face, maybe the scar has something to do with it, an illusion that makes her seem to be constantly joking, jesting, but still, she seems prenaturally jovial, ever-too-willing to roll with the punches.<br><br><strong>"Guinevera Starr, but mostly everyone calls me Madame Starr."</strong><br><br>"Then I'll stick to Madame or Mum" she says with a bit of a smile, "I don' mean anything by it, it's just that I appreciate a woman in charge." She smiles a bit at that, "O'course, depends on whether or not I end up getting to know yeh better."<br><br>She attempts to seem not too eager to jump upon the opportunity to pursue their engagement somewhere more private.<br><br><strong> "Una botella de las cosas caras y alguna infusión de Saguaro, Maria,"</strong><br><br>She nods to the saloon girl, "Bring a bottle of scotch with that, love, we'll see where things go" she finishes, smiling at the Madame Guinevera.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 21:56:27</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr having a meeting with Miss Maccrae<br>Saguaro Saloon | Day 2</strong><br><hr><br>Guinevera looked over at Cameron as she mentioned the scotch. "Miss Maccrae, I believe you are misunderstanding my intentions of our talk in private. I received your letter a few weeks back and I had some questions about it," she explained. The saloon girl place a full bottle of scotch on the counter and with a wry look at the bottle, she took it from the counter and made her way to the stairs. "Shall we go?" she asked Cameron, turning around to look at the woman once more before heading up the steps. She carefully stepped up the stairs with her heeled boots and made her way to the third floor, where her room was located. Guinevera hoped that Miss Maccrae was right behind her as she walked up the second and smaller set of stairs up to the third floor.<br><br>She opened the door to her room, finding the place exactly how she left it. Guinevera hoped that Cameron wasn't taken aback when she saw the look of the room.<br><br>------&gt; Madame Guinevera Starr's Room
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 22:31:52</strong>
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				<strong>"Shall we go?"</strong><br><br>Cameron slid off the chair to her feet, dusting off the fronts of her chaps. The first time she gets invited up to a woman's room in this country and the lady's all business, what luck. She couldn't really help but laugh to herself, watching as Guinevera left, taking the opportunity to duck her head down and spend a bit of time appreciating the woman's well sculpted backside. She watched it all the way to the stairs before she turned, blowing a kiss to the saloon girl with a wink. Her boots clicking on the floor, she jogged after the Madame, making her way around the stairs and following just behind as they made their way all the way up to the third floor, into the private chambers of the Madame herself.<br><br>She wasn't exactly hopeful about the kind of future she had, hadn't really been for years, but you never knew. Maybe she could make some sort of life for herself out here after all.<br><br>------&gt; Madame Guinevera Starr's Room
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antisoul</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 06:41:36</strong>
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				<strong>Gideon Bennett arriving at the Saloon<br>Saguaro Saloon | Day 2:Evening</strong><br><hr><br>&nbsp; Gideon pushed open the doors to the Saguaro Saloon and strode in out of the cool evening air boot heels clapping against the hardwood floor. He stopped a few paces in to look around taking in the sights and sounds and the atmosphere to acquaint himself with his surroundings. Having taken stock of the saloon Bennett, satisfied he'd not drawn much undue attention to himself crossed the establishment and settled himself upon a bar stool. <br><br>"Whiskey please, neat." Gideon said tossing a quarter onto the bar top. When his drink was set before him Gideon took it up and began to sip at it while he examined the tables strewn about the watering hole looking for a game of hold 'em to buy into. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 07:37:42</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr looking a bit flustered<br>Saguaro Saloon | Day 2, Evening</strong><br><hr><br>Guinevera's private meeting with Miss Glasgow had been an amazing experience, but right now all that would just have to simmer up in her room. She was relaxed, but the things that that woman had done to her was ... unexplainable to say the least. A glass of scotch would help her forget about it. Before heading out she wore an outfit of white (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajwz1FVsQSE/TGGWken9drI/AAAAAAAACFM/cGs4gnpvIEE/s1600/megan-fox-jonah-hex.jpg), though with the apparent use under the heat of the desert, causing sweat to discolor the fabric. It was still a sight to see, for there were places where the skin of the Madame would be seen. The outfit had a gown that flowed backward from the white corset while it left the front exposed. Though off-white as an angel's wings, Guinevera put on her black thigh high boots, which were a hassle to lace up, but in the end was worth it, for it fitted to the form of her shapely legs. And always, to discourage customers from being too rowdy in the saloon, she hid her holstered belt underneath the gown of her dress.<br><br>The saloon was busy, but only because the sight of Irene wasn't there. Guinevera knew that Irene, as fast as a gunslinger might be in a duel, she was quick in pouring the drinks for the customers while getting tips of the coin and the occasional flirt sent her way. The saloon girl Maria, who had enlisted help from one of her friends still was no match for the incoming orders of all the customers. If it weren't for the sexy locals waiting tables, the bar would have been overrun by the thirsty, a scene that would make a visit from the Marshal and his deputy worthy of entering.<br><br>For a moment, Guinevera leaned over the banister to survey the floor before heading over to the staircases then led down. Most of the people in the bar were locals from the nearby towns as well as those who lived in the town of Oasis itself. In the corner of her eye, she witnessed a man sitting on the bar stool, though his back faced the drinks. His eyes were focused on the poker tables and he certainly wasn't from around these parts. Guinevera strolled down, her heels making the distinct sound of rusted nails being forced into a plank of wood. She made her way to the back of the bar and she called out to the saloon girls pouring drinks. "<em>¿Maria, Selena, necesita ayuda?</em>" she said in Spanish as she approached the saloon girls. The girl's faces had glad expressions knowing the owner of the establishment had come to help them. She started serving drinks as they were called out, breaking a sweat in the process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 18:01:14</strong>
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				<strong>~ Carmen rustling herself up a cowboy in the Saloon | Day 2, late afternoon ~</strong><br><br>Leisurely making her way across the short distance between them, Carmen’s warm golden gaze roamed over the seated cowboy’s tall form appreciatively, making note of every nuance of his expression and body language as she sized up the man’s temperament.&nbsp; A spark of amusement glinted in her eyes as she watched his glance stumble from her face to stray lingeringly over her body and then wander back again to her face. <em>Mmhmm, he's interested, alright</em> she purred to herself, feeling pleased. <br><br>The buttery softness of her black leather pants teasingly caressed against her skin as Carmen’s hips gently undulated with sensual sways as she walked. Moving within arm’s reach of the man, she paused in front of him as he smiled up at her, her slender body crowding over his seated form. Returning his polite smile with a slightly wicked grin, one finely arched eyebrow raised slightly as he fumbled for words. As his gaze was dragged downward once more to the seemingly irresistible magnetic pull of her womanly curves, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as she stood before him, she understood what his body was telling her even though his mouth seemed unable to.&nbsp; Moments passed, but finally her gentleman cowboy tipped his hat politely and opened his intriguing dark eyes once again as he spoke to her for the first time, <strong>”Afternoon, ma’am.”</strong><br><br>Her full lips curved slowly into a feline grin, and she suddenly looked much like a cat about to get some cream. Not speaking a word in reply, Carmen unhurriedly walked around behind him, letting her slender fingers whisper across his broad shoulders as she moved around to his other side. Placing the palms of her hands on the table in front of him, she leaned her body deeply toward him. The soft rise and fall of her creamy bosom mere inches from his face teased him with the seeming promise of her temptingly rounded flesh surely about to escape from their silky crimson confines; only to remain safely ensconced within her corset, mouthwatering morsels just out of reach.&nbsp; Carmen tilted her head slightly, her soft auburn hair spilling over her bare shoulder as she smiled into his eyes, the warm scent of honeysuckle drifting toward him from her skin and hair. “Afternoon...cowboy,” she spoke to him soft and warm, gently pushing herself back up from his table. <br><br>Prowling around the table to stand in front of him, Carmen moved in close, her long legs grazing his knees, almost standing between them. Gracefully turning her back to him, she looked down over her shoulder at him with a taunting smile as she asked, “Mind helping a lady with her coat?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 07:33:22</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two -</strong> Evening / Reprieve to fetch food. . .<br><br>Irene closed the door behind her and took a deep breath.&nbsp; The man was intoxicating and she wasn’t the sort to indulge in such things.&nbsp; Of course, there were extenuating circumstances and they were now numerous.&nbsp; She smiled a lascivious smile as she struck off for the saloon.<br><br><strong>---&gt; Saloon</strong><br>Irene walked carefully down the stairs, glancing at the room, noting that the girls were busily serving drinks and Guinevera was there, too.&nbsp; Irene made a beeline for the kitchen and placed the order, asking for the meat and some of the sweet corn on the side.&nbsp; She then made her way back to the bar.<br><br>“Hello, ma’am,” Irene said.&nbsp; “Buenos noches, senoritas.”&nbsp; She didn’t speak all that much Spanish, but enough to get by.&nbsp; “I’ve got an all-nighter, ma’am.&nbsp; But, he’s a bit hungry and I’m taking food to the room.”&nbsp; Irene poured tequila into small glasses and set them before the men in front of her, smiled and took the coins they slid her way.<br><br>She found a half-bottle of good whiskey and also filled a small pitcher with beer, placing them on the back counter with glasses.<br><br>Irene continued to serve drinks to patrons, working quickly and moving easily around the other girls.&nbsp; Life behind the bar was rather like a ballet if done right.&nbsp; And, if done right, glasses didn’t get broken and the drinks remained in the glasses up to the point the customer drank them.<br><br>Her eyes moved over the room, noting the Marshal’s absence and the presence of a newcomer who was sitting with an unfamiliar girl.<br><br>“Fresh blood, ma’am?” she asked, nodding to Carmen.&nbsp; “If he didn’t look like he might break a sweat if she smiles, he could look like trouble,” she said, evaluating the man.<br><br>Across the room the cook came out to wave her spatula...or was it a knife?...at Irene.<br><br>“Damn...” Irene muttered.&nbsp; “She wants to be rid of me quick if those steaks are done already. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 07:10:35</strong>
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				Irene gathered the drinks and then carried the big tray to the kitchen to load up.&nbsp; The cook jabbered at her, telling her she was pale and that she needed to eat more.&nbsp; Irene rolled her eyes, but accepted the cucumbers and tomatoes in a bowl the woman thrust at her.&nbsp; Pico de gallo and salt and the plates with juicy steaks and Irene was unsure of her ability to make the trek up the stairs.<br><br>The cook put the tray into her hands, gave her a pat to the bottom, and somewhere in the woman's words, Irene heard "bonita."&nbsp; Did the woman call her pretty?&nbsp; Maybe she'd been wrong about the cook.&nbsp; "Muchas gracias, senora.&nbsp; It's beautiful..."&nbsp; Irene smiled at the woman and then headed back up to her room.<br><br>===&gt;Irene's Room
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 10:13:55</strong>
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				<strong>...From cool desert night to warming desert morning....</strong><br><hr>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/saguaro_dawn01.jpg) Shifting to Day 3
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Saguaro Saloon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 07:13:33</strong>
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				<strong>Day Three---Emerging from her Room for a Moment..</strong><br><br>Saguaro Saloon<br><br>Irene fairly flew down the stairs.&nbsp; The bar was near empty.&nbsp; She accepted the arch looks of the girls working and made her way to the kitchen, shocked when the cook came over and smacked her on the cheek, took the tray from her and pushed her out of the kitchen.&nbsp; The cook spoke too quickly for Irene to understand her, only a word here and there coming through.&nbsp; But, por que “why?” or porque “because” sounded very similar, so she just made her way back to the bar and checked the liquor.<br><br>The staff had taken care of things already.&nbsp; Irene smiled and thanked them, explaining her “engagement” was going on through the day.&nbsp; The girls commented on her smile and how pretty she looked and Irene laughed with them, not giving away anything.<br><br>She made her way to the laundry and retrieved Sam’s clothes and some of hers, too.&nbsp; She paid the laudress and then returned to the saloon.&nbsp; Irene was just in time to hear the cook call her name.&nbsp; She hesitated a moment but the woman smiled archly at her and waved her to the pass-through window. <br><br>Irene saw the tray being returned with breakfast upon it.&nbsp; Eggs and spicy sausage, coffee, juice, thick tortillas and butter.&nbsp; Her mouth watered at the aromas wafting from the tray.&nbsp; The cook put upside down plates over the filled plates as covers, waved her hands in a shooing motion.<br><br>“You fraud,” Irene said, not knowing the Spanish for the words.&nbsp; <br><br>The cook looked surprised but cackled as she got back to her work.<br><br>Irene’s duffle of laundry swung from her arm, but she managed to make her way up the stairs once more without spilling or tripping.<br><br><br>--&gt; Returning to Her Room, once more. ;-)
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