Lola's - IC
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				Title: <strong>Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 16:55:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://strater.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Diamond-Belle.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.readthesmiths.com/articles/Images/Entertainment/Idol/Katharine.jpg)</div><br>"One whiskey, neat, comin' right up!"<br><br>Lola watched her barman do his thing from the interior balcony that ran around three sides of her saloon, nodding approvingly. Business was good these days.&nbsp; The reputation that the diminutive woman had been working on for years was now finally paying off.&nbsp; It was no easy thing for a woman to own her own saloon out here in the west.&nbsp; And although most of her patrons thought highly of her and her girls, there was certainly a proportion of her customers who would take advantage of a woman without thinking twice about it.&nbsp; She'd learned the hard way to trust nothing and no one, except herself.&nbsp; It made for a rather lonely existence at times, but she took solace in the little 'family' that she had here.&nbsp; Most of her girls would have wound up as whores, or worse, had she not taken them in, schooled them, and given them jobs in the saloon.<br><br>And they all learned their lessons well.&nbsp; <em>Lola's</em> was well renowned for having not just the best whiskey in town, but the best saloon girls as well.&nbsp; They were well groomed, well dressed, and well read.&nbsp; Lola insisted on this.&nbsp; Her patrons were not the usual low lifes that haunted most of the other establishments in town.&nbsp; They came here not just for the drinking and the attention from pretty girls, but for conversation as well.&nbsp; Many a business deal had been brokered in the plush booths that nestled around the walls of the dance floor.&nbsp; And, boy, if those walls could talk!&nbsp; Well...there'd be more than one scandal in town.&nbsp; That's not to say that <em>Lola's</em> was only for the elite, however.&nbsp; Everyone was welcome, as long as they behaved themselves.&nbsp; As far as Lola was concerned, everyone was equal once they stepped through her door.&nbsp; The money of a miner was as good as the money of an alderman.&nbsp; And surprisingly, his manners were often better.<br><br>Lola ran an approving eye over her girls.&nbsp; She smiled as Rose and Ashley in particular worked the room.&nbsp; They were, quite rightly, two of her most popular girls. Their dance cards were full to the brim most nights, and it was a rare occasion that the pair of beauties couldn't get the gentlemen to spend more at the bar than they likely intended to.&nbsp; Or to return the next night to do the same.<br><br>Deciding that it was time she put in her nightly appearance, Lola smoothed her red satin gown, flicked her long brown curls over her shoulder, and descended regally down the staircase to the bustling bar below.&nbsp; Spontaneous applause broke out, as was usual, and calls of "Lola!" from a number of her regular customers had the corners of her crimson lips curling upwards.&nbsp; Slowly making her way through the crowd, she smiled and laughed, and stoked ego's as she went.&nbsp; Making her customers think that they were the most important person in the world was the best way to loosen their purse strings, and Lola had a gift for making each and every one of them feel special.<br><br>Reaching the bar at last, she climbed a top it, enlisting the help of two of her regulars to do so.&nbsp; Every face turned in her direction, expectation filling the room.&nbsp; A quick nod to her pianist, and she burst into a rendition of <em>Clementine</em>, which had everyone singing along by the second verse.&nbsp; It was a nightly tradition, and they loved it.&nbsp; The piano was completely drowned out as every voice in the bar joined in the singalong, the noise only exceeded by the enthusiastic clapping as the song came to an end.&nbsp; Shushing the ensuing hooting and whistling, Lola smiled around the room at the people who kept her business alive.<br><br>"The next round is on me!" she declared loudly.<br><br>It was another nightly tradition that was always met with loud cheering, and tonight was no different.&nbsp; Hopping down from the bar, Lola worked the room, politely declining the many drinks that were offered her.&nbsp; It was what kept many of them coming back....the hope that perhaps one day, Miss Lola would accept <strong>their</strong> offer of a drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 11:16:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.sharetv.com/shows/characters/large/godless.roy_goode.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Tom Horn<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon<br><br>Time of day: Afternoon<br><br>Tagging: Open/Anyone<br></strong><br><hr><br>It was dark in the back of the saloon, the rich dark wood and brown leather seating only making things a little more dark where Tom was sat. He was of course in his usual seat. Tom was at the back of the saloon, seating at a 4 seater table all by himself. His hat laying on the table to his side, taking the space of someone else, his feet up on the seat infront of him, taking another seat. Just by looking over at Tom, it was clear he did not want to be disturbed by passers by. He tried his best to just mold into the shadows around him. He craved the buzz, the noise of everyone around, the festive music, the crowd but wanted to be far enough away from it not to be involved in it at all.<br><br>Tom was in a rut, a daily routine. Every day he was in the saloon, sat in his usual seat at the back and not interacting with any of the other patrons in the saloon. He wasn't your usual drunk or patron. He never left staggering over drunk, he never tried to grab or grope any of the saloon girls. He didn't walk from table to table having drinks. Tom sat on his table, his eyes constantly looking around the saloon, taking it all in while sipping on his fine whiskey. He never demanded attention from the saloon girls but he always welcomed their company. Not once did Tom ever take one of the ladies to the private rooms, instead he was just after the company, after the companionship. He would never force the girls to stay with him, he knew they could make far more money with some of the other patrons. Many wondered why he was even there, if it wasn't to try bed a saloon girl, get falling over drunk or to mingle with other patrons, then why was he there?<br><br>It was time Tom thought to himself, leaning back in his chair, he looked up at the balconies and like clockwork, there she was. Lola was standing there, doing her usual look over the saloon, taking in every detail of her business. No one else ever noticed her standing there, checking everything out but Tom always did. A small smile crossing his lips as he watched her start her routine, getting the crowds started. He watched her every move as she came down the stairs to the cheers of the crowd, the song on the bar that everyone joined in on. Tom loved it, although the biggest reaction he gave was just a small smile, something deep inside him warmed by this routine. Tom knew Lola, they had often spoken. It would be hard to be in the saloon every day for the last year and not know her. They often had a good chat by his table before she was pulled off by one drunk or another.<br><br>Tom offered her a small nod, a gesture of gratitude when she offer a free round. He wasn't. sure if she would see it or not, but at least the thought of a thank you was there. He leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his whiskey, closing his eyes and letting the flavours explode in his mouth before swallowing, leaving the taste of whiskey in his mouth, coated with it, letting out a loud sigh. This was his happy place, his therapy which he made sure to attend every day. Although they may not know it, Lola and her girls were his shrink, they were the ones constantly bringing him back from a place of darkness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 21:25:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a5/1a/cd/a51acddde9a6d128e7c9d4fdef42bf12--sexy-cowgirl-cowgirl-style.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Ashley "Jasmine" Smith<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon main floor/bar area<br><br>Time of day: Afternoon<br><br>Tagging: anyone/open, Jason Hunter<br></strong><br><hr><br>Ashley's sighed as she picked up the 4 glass mugs filled with ale and walked through the busying saloon to the table. Putting the glasses down she managed a small smile at the group of 4 cowboys playing cards. "Here you go gentleman! Let me know if there is anyth..." Ashley stopped mid sentence as she felt a hand slide up her back inner thigh and grope at her ass through her underwear. Looking over she saw the one man sitting at the table with a stupid grin on his face. She could see his arm outstretched down to try and hide his hand and arm going up her leg. "You better take that hand off right now.. you don't want to know what might happen.." It was a good thing he had not felt up her other leg where a small six shooter was tucked inside her garter belt. Ashley had seldom had to use it, but once or twice a too drunk patron got too handsy with her and had tried to kill her. It would have happened to anyone and once she took out her gun and promised the man that it would be the last time he had two balls he quickly retreated out of the saloon never to be seen again.<br><br>Ashley had a soft personality about herself, but she knew her rights and the rules Lola constantly went over when it came to working with the men that often thought they were entitled to too much. As Ashley felt the man's hand push further between her thighs the blonde woman gave him a distasteful look and then squeezed her legs and thighs together trapping the man's fingers between her legs. Turning sharply on her heels she felt the few bones in the man's fingers snap just like pencils. A short scream which was drowned out by the music and attention on Lola dancing, only the men at the table had seen and heard what had just happened. As the man pulled away his now mangled fingers Ashley grinned at him "Next time you should listen when told to do so..." She turned on her heels and walked stiffly over to the bar. She hated dealing with men like that, but it had also become a daily tradition to have to deal with the men that tried to push the rules.<br><br>It was getting later into the afternoon, but Ashley would be at the saloon until closing time. She loved where she worked, but it was hard work especially for herself and Rose. They shouldered a lot of the work in the saloon along with Lola. Ashley was just happy that Lola had taken her in and helped get her set up enough to feel somewhat comfortable. Times were tough in these days and Ashley probably spent most of her time trying to figure out ways to make more money. She kept dreaming of the day she would be able to live with a fine man that would take care of her and her future babies on a nice big plot of land. Ashley had many dreams, but the reality was for now that she would be spreading her legs for quite a long time for the little money she did make selling her body. Luckily it was just her and Rose that worked the men and most were more than eager to pay what the women wanted as long as they got their needs met.<br><br>Ashley looked around the busy saloon and her eyes rested on Tom. He always sat alone and she felt a bit afraid of him. He was so mysterious, quiet and seemed to not want to engage in the various activities most men and patrons that came into the bar wanted to do. Ashley took a deep breath and ran her hands over her dress. Part of her had a crush on Tom, but he rarely talked and besides asking for refills Ashley didn't know what else to talk to him about. Seeing that his beer mug was almost empty she made her way over to his table. Brushing back some of her long blonde hair she flashed him a smile "How's it going Tom? Want another drink?" she asked as she leaned over. Her big bust bulged out offering more than enough cleavage begging for attention. Tom was one of the few men she had yet to take upstairs to one of the rooms and it had almost felt like a challenge to figure out how she could get him to come and enjoy some private time with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 11:58:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.sharetv.com/shows/characters/large/godless.roy_goode.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Tom Horn<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon Bar Area<br><br>Time of day: Evening<br><br>Tagging: Ashley/Open<br></strong><br><hr><br>A sweet voice broke through the singing of Lola, Tom's eyes opening as he heard the voice speaking to him, the taste of whiskey still fresh in his mouth. A smile broke across his face as he saw Jasmine standing in front of him, offering him another drink. Tom was still male, his eyes did take in the sight in front of him. His eyes drifted over her ample cleavage, lingering just a little before continuing up into her eyes, looking deep into her eyes as she spoke to him. <strong>''Evening Jasmine.''</strong> Tom replied, tipping his head slightly, a habit that came from wearing a cowboy hat most of the time. Although tipping your head really didn't have the same effect as tipping you hat to someone.<br><br><strong>''I am great thank you for asking, all the better now that I have you for some company.''</strong> Tom replied, offering her a slight compliment and some playful banter. It took Tom a long time to open up, to actually start to speak with the saloon girls, before he got comfortable with them, he really just spoke in grunts, just asking for a drink here and there. He tried his best to keep eye contact with her despite the fact that her breasts were screaming out to him, screaming for just one more glance. <strong>''I would love another one of these fine whiskeys you have.''</strong> he said raising his glass up a little, <strong>''And when things quiet down, you are always more than welcome to join me for one.''</strong> Tom offered. It wasn't often Tom asked one of the ladies to join him at his table, normally he just had the usual formalities shared followed by him ordering a drink. He really only ever asked 3 of the ladies to ever join him for a drink. Jasmine was obviously one of them, Lola was also always welcome at his table and lastly was Rose. Tom did offer her one last smile before she set off to get his drink, his eyes drifting quickly over her body. He had to give it to Lola, all of her ladies looked up market, not the usual tavern wenches like most saloons.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 20:51:32</strong>
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				"So you're the one looking to buy up all of Silver City?" Ned asked, arms folded across his chest, hat tipped back as he looked up at the tall man on the other side of his desk. The man seemed to loom over him like a giant, his features hidden in the shadowy silhouette cast by the fading sun's rays coming through the dirty window glass behind him. Just outside the door, Ned caught a glimpse of another figure, and indian he thought, but he couldn't tell for sure.<br><br>"That's right."<br><br>"And what about them what don't want to be bought up?" Ned asked, not moving from his seated position. He tried looking into the man's eyes, but the gloom was making it hard to focus. He hadn't yet gotten around to firing up one of the old brass oil lamps that he used to keep the town's jail open after dusk, and while the night had yet to carry a chill, he could have sworn he felt the coldest breeze coming off the man before him. The stranger stood quietly for a moment, not speaking, seemingly staring at him although Ned couldn't see in order to know for sure.<br><br>"There's a lot going on in this town, Sheriff,"the man said. "A lot of it I know about. A lot of it involving you. I have a good idea that you're smart enough to know what I'm talking about. So let's make a deal. You stay out of my way, and I won't give you a reason to get involved. Keep doing what you're doing, and together, we can make a lot of money."<br><br>"And if I refuse?" Ned asked, acting shocked, lifting one hand to remove his hat, then running the other through his thinning, silvery-brown hair. "What then?"<br><br>"Then you'll get a new nickname..." the man replied, leaning over the Sheriff's desk, his dark features coming more clearly into view the closer he got to Ned's face. There was a darkness in his eye, darker than the night itself, and Ned could have sworn he felt his heart stop, if only for just a second, when he locked eyes with the man. Despite himself, despite his years of rustling up rowdy cowboys, card cheats, horse thieves, and drunks who didn't want to pay their bar tab; despite all of that, Ned began to sweat nervously, his creased brow glistening in the scant light of the setting sun. His brows lifted questioningly as the man spoke once more, and Ned felt his heart sink into his stomach.<br><br>"Ned the Red."<br><br>________________________________________________________<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Entrance<br><br>Time of day: Sunset<br><br>Tagging: Lola, Tom, Ashley, and White Bear (Robert)<br></strong><br><br><br>By the time he reached the saloon, the sun had set, leaving the town in the first quiet moments of darkness. From outside the place, he could hear the raucous piano music, the din of chatter and the lilting melody of women laughing. Without warning, one voice in particular rose above the ruckus, singing <em>Clementine</em> with gleeful abandon, much to the amusement of the crowd within. Desmond glanced sideways to his companion, a rather stoic indian that had proven himself exceptionally loyal, before pushing his way into the saloon.<br><br>The establishment's swinging doors creaked on rusty hinges as the pair entered, and Desmond looked around the room. The place was full of farm hands, coal miners, cowboys and bankers. The usual gamblers were there too, he noted, and the real gems of the place, <em>Lola's Ladies</em> he'd heard them called, were in attendance as well. They worked the hopeful, lonely men like sodbusters working a plot of land, hoping for a fertile harvest by night's end. Desmond nodded to his companion, who moved across the bar room, drawing surprised looks from the patrons, many of which were used to fighting the natives on a regular basis. None rose to challenge the man, though, and those that did learned the harsh reality of dealing with an indian bold enough to live in a white man's world; he could take care of himself.<br><br>Standing nearly a head taller than every man in the room, Desmond cut a striking figure in his dark coat, brown buttoned shirt, dark pants and boots, and a black, wide-brimmed fedora. His hair was dark, streaked with silver, and he wore a thick beard cut to his jaw line. His hair touched his collar, and curled behind his ears so as to keep his vision clear. His eyes were a dark brown, almost like oil, and he looked like a man that had weathered many years in the saddle and in the bush. Around his waist was a thick leather gun belt, lined with individual bullets, and a pair of Colt 45 caliber pistols.<br><br>The tall, dark figure moved to the bar, finding an empty spot to lean against, and nodded to the bartender who eyed him with more than a little suspicion.<br><br>"Whiskey," Desmond said. "Cut it with a drop of sarsaparilla."<br><br>"Sure thing," the bartender said. "Soon as you give up them six-guns." The man pointed to a sign on the wall behind the bar that read <em>'No Guns or No Drinks'</em>, and Desmond nodded, reaching down to unbuckle his heavy weapons. He laid the gun belt on the counter, where the bartender scooped them up and placed them below the bar. A moment later, he handed Desmond his drink, who gulped it down in one swallow, the sweetness of the sarsaparilla helping to cut the bitterness of the whiskey.<br><br>"Another." Desmond said, laying a silver coin on the counter.<br><br>As the bartender moved to refill his glass, Desmond took one of the many complimentary cigars from the bar and stuck it between his lips. Striking a wooden match, he raised his other hand to cup the flame as he touched it to the tip. Puffing on the stogie, it soon glowed hot, and the scent of fine Tennessee tobacco wafted into the air. He puffed on it a few times, never inhaling, but savoring the flavor on his tongue, which paired well with the whiskey. He glanced about the room, his gaze lingering on the curvaceous golden haired strumpet and her ample bosom, before sliding over Tom. Desmond smirked. The man looked like all the rest, he thought, hoping that the money he spent would be enough to buy the heart of one of the saloon's whores. It was pathetic.<br><br>Finally, his dark eyes settled on Lola, and he watched her quietly as he drank his second glass more slowly. She certainly knew how to carry herself, drifting among the drunken cowboys like a bird among tree branches. If he didn't know better, he could have swore that she was intimately involved with every single man she stopped to talk to, such was the way she caressed and stroked their ego. He smirked again, admiring her ability to inflate a man's sense of self worth, only to leave him heartbroken by the night's end, and somehow wanting more. It was impressive, although he had much more effective ways of getting what he wanted.<br><br>When she drew near, he stepped away from the bar, putting himself in her path to block her from moving past him. When he had her attention, he took another drink from his glass, and narrowed his eyes, studying her own in the process. He puffed on his cigar, then nodded.<br><br>"You must be Lola," he said, his voice quiet, almost soft. "And this is your place. What a fine place it is. You seem to have a flock of regulars, buying drinks, trying to buy the hearts of your girls, and throwing away their money on cards every single night. I bet you make quite the profit. But I have to wonder...what kind of money would it take to get into your bed, Miss Lola? Hm? How much would one night cost me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 04:42:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/11/c8/24/11c824175535546e73a3792a2ad57518.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose "Pretty Hawk"<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lovely Maiden</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Just the dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1f/d1/b6/1fd1b6e38459aab08f6e6be17ecbf266--saloon-girl-costumes-wild-west-party.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">these boots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.cattlekate.com/assets/store/products/cropped/jacquelyn_blkrs_front.jpg)</div></div> Hair is styled like in her picture.</div></div><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's Saloon<br><br><strong>Time of day: </strong>Evening<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Lola, Ashley and Desmond. <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open/Anyone<br><br><hr><br>Rose offered a gentle smile to the dear older gentleman seated alone at the table, a reguar customer here at Lola's, an Irish cattle rancher named Douglas Rourke. Douglas never tried to get under the skirts of any of the girls here, he always said his darling late Catherine was the only woman for him... but a man did get lonely and long for good conversation, he said the girls and Lola were pleasant and the drink was always good.<br><br>“Here you go, Douglas, a nice mug of spiced ale” Rose murmured warmly as she set the tankard down in front of the graying Irishman “It's good to see you, I know you got very busy searching for all those cattle those mysterious ruffians let loose on you”<br><br>Douglas nodded “Aye, but find majority of 'em we did. Thank ye for yer considerate thoughts though, sweet Rose, it does an old man's heart good to know he's thought of when he's not in the room”<br><br>“We always think about our regulars, especially ones as dear and sweet as you, Douglas” Rose replied, tapping the man kindly on his shoulder before giving him one last smile and then turning away to resume her work.<br><br>She noticed Ashley over talking to Tom and gave the buxom blonde woman a warm smile before she made her way towards another table to check on whether or not they needed any refills&nbsp; before she found herself pausing... a shady looking fellow was approaching Lola... not that this was an irregular thing, but Rose couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness... Lola and Ashley were all she had in the world, they were her family and she loved them. She had no qualms going for the dagger strapped to her thigh if she felt it necessary to protect either one of them.<br><br>They certainly protected her. Rose came to Lola a virgin and both Lola and Ashley had ensured that she remained as such for as long as she herself felt the desire to be so... there was next to nothing Rose wouldn't do for them... when one has so little, you really recognized the treasures in your life.<br><br>“Pardon me, Miss Rose, can I get some more ale?” A man called to her from a nearby table, another regular, startling her back into the here and now “Everything alright? One of these here thugs been bothering you, sweetness? You just tell Larry who”<br><br>Rose shook her head “Oh, no, I'm fine, but thank you, Larry. I'll go get you that refill of ale now”<br><br>The Shoshone maiden smiled at the middle aged Larry and turned to head back towards the bar
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 12:30:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.readthesmiths.com/articles/Images/Entertainment/Idol/Katharine.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong><br>Lola<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>Main floor of the saloon<br><strong>Time of day:</strong><br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Tom, Ashley, Rose, Desmond<br><br><hr><br>The atmosphere in the barroom after she declared the next round as being on her always made Lola smile.&nbsp; It didn't seem to matter what the mood was like before her entrance, once everyone had a drink in their hand, their spirits were high. And so was the noise level. <em>A happy bar is a noisy bar</em> Lola thought to herself as she worked the room.&nbsp; This was most definitely her favourite time of the day, and she made sure that anyone who wanted a little of her attention got it.&nbsp; Everyone was considered equal, as was their silver.<br><br>Out of habit, Lola's dark eyes flicked over to the furthest table in the back.&nbsp; As expected, Tom was there, his hat ensuring the seat next to him remained empty, and his feet fulfilling the same purpose opposite him.&nbsp; Usually, the forthright brunette would politely ask a patron to not put his boots all over the furniture, but Lola had a soft spot for Tom, and couldn't bring herself to chastise him.&nbsp; He had been in every day without fail for close to a year, an air of melancholy surrounding him like an autumn mist.&nbsp; Lola had spent many an hour chatting with the ruggedly handsome man, and although the conversation had, on occassion, turned more serious, she was still not completely sure of his past.&nbsp; However, he'd become almost part of the furniture, and Lola had to admit that it did warm her heart to see him at his usual table. Her smile broadened when she noticed his pleasure at Ashley's attention.&nbsp; The stunning blonde may be just what he needed to lift his spirits. <em>That could be a successful pairing</em>, Lola thought to herself.&nbsp; Although unsure if Ashley was looking for a man, she knew the woman's time at the saloon was finite, and that once she had saved enough for a modest home, she would move on to more socially acceptable employment.&nbsp; <em>That will be a sad day</em>, Lola thought.&nbsp; Ashley was particularly talented at getting the men to spend more money at the bar than they intended - a skill that Lola very much appreciated.<br><br>Lola worked her way around the room, as was her habit.&nbsp; A soft smile here, a gentle touch there, a line or two of small talk - it all added up to customers who returned night after night.&nbsp; To Lola's pleasure, Rose emulated her manner, and was almost as much in demand as Lola herself.&nbsp; The older woman loved Rose as if she was her own flesh and blood, and it made her immensely proud to see the empathy the young Indian woman had for the numerous lonely men who frequented her establishment.&nbsp; Rose's attention was usually the highlight of their day, and their pleasure at her company was clearly visible in their eyes, which often followed the maiden as she made her rounds.<br><br>"Lola, my darling!"&nbsp; Lola suddenly found herself being twirled on the spot.&nbsp; "When are you going to let me take you away from all this, huh?"&nbsp; <br><br>"Good evening, Mr Peters."&nbsp; Lola's voice was firm as she extracted herself from the embrace of her slightly built suitor.&nbsp; At five foot eight inches, Ron Peters did not cut an imposing figure when he entered a room, although as he owned the only drugstore in town, everyone in the saloon knew him.&nbsp; Or, at the very least, of him.&nbsp; He had been trying to 'save' Lola almost since she opened.&nbsp; He seemed to think that the quiet life of a well-to-do lady would suit her, and showed very few signs of taking no for an answer.&nbsp; He was one of the few customers whom Lola chose not to be on a first name basis with.&nbsp; There was something about him that made her skin prickle ever so slightly.<br><br>"Are you being well taken care of?"<br><br>"Your ladies are doing a stupendous job, as always," he responded, his mustache twitching as his top lip curled into a smile.&nbsp; "However, they're not you, dear lady!"<br><br>Lola smiled in what she hoped was a friendly way as she left him standing in the middle of the floor.&nbsp; It was an almost nightly routine that the woman found tiresome, however she would never let Mr Peters know her feelings.&nbsp; He had silver to spend, and he chose to spend it in <em>Lola's</em>.&nbsp; And customers were more important than her feelings about them!<br><br>Suddenly, Lola found herself face to chest with what appeared to be a very expensively tailored waistcoat.&nbsp; She looked up at the giant of a man who hindered her progress.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her, obviously sizing her up.<br><br>"You must be Lola. And this is your place. What a fine place it is. You seem to have a flock of regulars, buying drinks, trying to buy the hearts of your girls, and throwing away their money on cards every single night. I bet you make quite the profit. But I have to wonder...what kind of money would it take to get into your bed, Miss Lola? Hm? How much would one night cost me?"<br><br>Lola's right arm twitched as she fought the urge to slap his bearded face.&nbsp; It was hardly the first time she had been propositioned, but in all her time running the saloon no man had ever made her feel like a whore when he requested her attention. This one, though, made her feel dirty just being in his presence.<br><br>"More silver than you have, I'd wager," she responded, unable to keep her voice friendly.&nbsp; Lola lifted her chin haughtily as she took a small step away from the imposing figure. She was sure he had never darkened her doorstep before tonight. It took all her self control, but Lola somehow managed to make her voice polite again.<br><br>"You have me at a disadvantage, sir.&nbsp; With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 17:05:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a5/1a/cd/a51acddde9a6d128e7c9d4fdef42bf12--sexy-cowgirl-cowgirl-style.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Ashley "Jasmine" Smith<br><br>Location:&nbsp; Lola's Saloon main floor/bar area/Upstairs<br><br>Time of day: Evening <br><br>Tagging: Anyone/open, Tom, Lola <br></strong><br><hr><br>Ashley giggled a little when Tom mentioned he felt better now that she was there with him. "Well it's always nice to see you in here Tom" Ashley looked down at his empty glass he held up for her. A quick nod at his request for a re-fill. "Just give me a wave when you want me to spend some time with you.. I'll go get your drink now.." she winked and smiled at Tom and then disappeared off to the bar. Within a minute Ashley was back at Tom's table setting his drink down. "There ya go hon.." she said with big smile at him. "Anything else I can get you?" she asked. Ashley then looked at the very large man that walked into the saloon. He towered over everyone and she watched him talk to Lola. He made Ashley feel a bit nervous and was a bit glad he had decided to talk to Lola first. Ashley knew Lola could handle herself and brought her attention back to Tom. "I should probably go see if anyone needs another drink.. I'll make sure to come back over shortly.." Ashley winked at him again and then gave him a small wave goodbye for now.<br><br>Ashley made her way from table to table checking in with each customer. Ashley most likely spent just as much standing as she did sitting in various men's laps flirting and teasing them. It wasn't long before she had convinced one to go upstairs with her. He was one of her monthly regulars, Connor Jacobs, a farmer that often spent too much at the saloon and when he had a bit extra on one of the ladies. It was smarter for him to save his money, since by the end of each month he was always complaining at the bar that he had no money left for food. In this time everyone was trying their hardest to save and unfortunately the feelings of others weren't always taken into account. Ashley believed the money was more important to her than to him. Ashley led him up the stairs and down the hallway. Half an hour later and Connor was making his way down the stairs while Ashley tucked her cut into her secret stash and put Lola's cut to the side. She would take it to her once she was ready to head back downstairs. She had managed to convince him to give her an extra $20 so that he could rub his cock over her breasts. <br><br>Ashley cleaned herself up and fixed her hair. She sprayed some perfume on her to try and mask the scent of sex. Soon Ashley appeared at the top of the stairs and made her way back down the steps. Ashley continued her rounds throughout the tables. Ashley was leaning on the bar counter having spent the past 10 minutes trying to flirt with one of the older men of the town that she knew had quite a bit of money, but rarely spent it on any of the women of the saloon. She glanced over at Tom and gave him a small wave and blew him a kiss with a wink. Ashley did one more lap through the saloon getting anyone refills or anyone in need of some female company. The blonde finally ended up at Tom's table. "Everything okay sweetie? Did you want another drink?" she asked noting his empty glass again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Velasterian</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 17:50:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/c8/c4/6bc8c424fca89a5f794ddde16f9ae2e3.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: White Bear (Robert)<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon<br><br>Time of day: Sunset/Evening<br><br>Tagging: Everyone / Desmond, Rose, Lola, Jasmine<br></strong><br><br>Robert didn’t say anything when his boss Desmond emerged from the Sheriff’s office - he wasn’t the talkative type when it came to his work. Over the years of working for Mr. King, he had learned that results tended to speak louder than words, and if there was anything Demond King liked, it was results. So naturally, results were what Robert liked to give to his boss, regardless of what needed to be done to achieve those results.<br><br>Mr. King seemed to appreciate the lengths to which he went to get the desired results, which is likely why had the honor accompanying his boss so frequently. A man as important and successful as Desmond King always needed protection, and who better to protect him that a former Indian warrior was loyal to the man to a fault? Robert certainly never complained about his devotion to Mr. King - after all, he owed the man his life.<br><br>With their business at the sheriff’s office concluded, Robert followed his boss to their next destination, the famous saloon operated by the eponymous Lola. Robert would’ve gladly maintained a lookout throughout their time inside the saloon, but his boss had offered (or ordered, rather, since Robert tended to obey through orders rather than requests) Robert take some time to himself inside the saloon and enjoy the moment. Of course, Robert would still need to keep an eye out for any possible trouble, but that went without saying.<br><br>“You do me good, boss,” Robert had told Desmond in thanks before the pair entered the saloon. Demons seemed to enjoy making an entrance, which worked to Robert’s benefit, as it let him slip inside with few people noticing him. All the better to approach unseen towards anyone who might harass his boss. Anyone who dared do something so reckless would soon become very familiar with the edge of his knife.<br><br>While Demond made his presence known to the establishment, particularly to the woman known by all as Lola, Robert took a seat at a smaller table by himself, removing his black white-brimmed hat as he did. It has been years since he wore any of his Native American garb, and after the hell he went through during his formative years, he doubted he would ever wear them again. Not that he had any love for the White Man civilization either, but his loyalty to Desmond meant that he preferred Western culture by default.<br><br>With half of his attention focused on keeping an eye on his boss, Robert let the rest of his attention get a good look at the establishment. Lola’s was incredibly swanky for a saloon, living up to all the stories he had heard about it. The girls didn’t look half-bad either, offering the customers a nice bit of eye candy to accompany their drinks. Robert has heard tales of the girls being very friendly toward their customers, though only for the right price - anything else might result in a few broken bones or lead poisoning via bullet. As tempting as it might be to put those rumors to the rest, Robert knew enough not to risk starting trouble when he was in the presence of Mr. King.<br><br>Deciding he would like a drink, Robert turned to the nearest approaching saloon girl to order something...and his eyes went wide when he saw who the girl was. Or rather, <em>what</em> she was. Her dark skin, her facial features, the way she walked...she was clearly a Native American girl like himself, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was from his own people, the Shoshone. Perhaps not his own tribe, but certainly his people, he thought. She was also incredibly beautiful, her eyes sparkling with life and her hair framing that gorgeous face perfectly. Not to mention she had a fairly ample bosom, whose size was enhanced in that saloon outfit she wore. Seeing a Native beauty like her dressed in that Western attire was almost sacrilege, but the sight of her more than made up for it.<br><br>As she was walking past, Robert chose to get her attention in perhaps the quickest way he could think of without getting chastised in the process: he stared directly at her and asked “You are of the Shoshone, yes?” in his near-fluent Shoshone tongue. It had been years since he had left his tribe, but he could still recall most of his native language.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>15-02-2019, 08:31:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.sharetv.com/shows/characters/large/godless.roy_goode.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Tom Horn<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon Bar Area<br><br>Time of day: Evening<br><br>Tagging: Ashley<br><br>Mentioning: Lola, Desmond, White Bear, Rose<br></strong><br><hr><br>The atmosphere in the room did change, it was subtle but it was definitely there and wasn't lost on Tom. His eyes followed Ashley's looking over to the dark looking figure standing at the bar. Tom wasn't sure what it was but there was just something about him, something that put him on edge. Tom wasn't sure if it was his body language, his attire, the fact that he had never seen him before but it didn't seem to be any of those reasons, there was just something sinister about him.<br><br>The hairs on Tom's neck stood up watching the exchange between Lola and the new stranger, the exchange didn't look like anything untoward to most people watching but Tom knew better. He watched as Lola's normally penetrable cheery mood seemed to falter just a little. Her muscles tensed, her smile dropped and eyes narrowed. Most would never have picked up on it, but Tom knew her well enough to know that she almost never let that facade drop, it was her money making strategy.<br><br>His eyes glanced around, the other patrons continued to drink and cheer,, make noise and play cards as if nothing was different. The real give away that something was afoot was her girls. Glancing at Rose, it was clear she was keeping a close eye on proceedings, her one hand staying close to here thigh, obviously keeping it close to a conceeled weapon she had. Jasmine, kept walking past Lola and the stranger, lingering ever so slightly to make sure everything was ok. They were all subtle things, but things that Tom had picked up on, doing as her girls did and just kept his eyes on her, keeping a close watch on Lola.<br><br>The tall overpowering figure was not the only thing out of the ordinary in the Saloon, there seemed to be another stranger. Someone that seemed to be with the tall man. A native indian was keeping close by, obviously a lap dog of the man, every unsavory character always needed a lap dog and this only confirmed Tom's feelings, that something was not right. Tom knew the rule of no weapons at the Saloon, but over the days of him coming in, they had stopped searching him and stopped asking for his weapons. He just gently rested his hand on the hilt of his gun on his belt, his eyes darting from the ladies to Lola while his other hand continued to lift his glass of whiskey.<br><br>Tom also kept an eye on the lovely blonde, Jasmine, she always seemed to get his attention as she floated through the saloon, speaking to one patron then another, getting a drink bought for her most of the time. It seemed like the men were oblivious to her charm, not noticing how many men were truly interested in her. It was a gift she had, to make the men think that they were the only ones in the room with her. Tom just smiled as she disappeared with men every now and then, coming back with the sweet smell of perfume. Tom had vowed to never pay for any such services, he was temped at times but he wanted it to be something more than just a job. He wanted there to be a connection, passion and love between them, that could never really be achieved when there was money on the table.<br><br>He noticed her wave and kiss she blew to him. He returned the smile and gave her a wink in return. She knew he constantly watched her as she worked the room. It wasn't a creepy staring, more of an admiration. He admired that she had her goals and worked hard to achieve it. If you have a gift, you had to use it. Times were not easy and you had to take advantage of everything you could. Tom's eyes drifted back over to Lola, watching as her demeanor changed once more, checking herself and switching back to her hostess mode. ''Everything okay sweetie? Did you want another drink?'' Those words snapped him out of his gaze, he never noticed Jasmine coming back to his table. ''Oh, yes, another drink would be amazing thank you Jasmine.'' he said with a soft smile, his replied, clearly not expecting her to be there at that time. His eyes moved from Lola to look deep into Jasmine's eyes, ''Thank you.'' he repeated. A genuine thank you that seemed more than a simple thank you for a drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>15-02-2019, 23:28:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/11/c8/24/11c824175535546e73a3792a2ad57518.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose "Pretty Hawk"<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lovely Maiden</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Just the dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1f/d1/b6/1fd1b6e38459aab08f6e6be17ecbf266--saloon-girl-costumes-wild-west-party.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">these boots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.cattlekate.com/assets/store/products/cropped/jacquelyn_blkrs_front.jpg)</div></div> Hair is styled like in her picture.</div></div><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's Saloon<br><br><strong>Time of day: </strong>Evening<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Lola, Desmond, Mr. Peters, Joseph Miller and Tom Horn.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robert, open.<br><br><hr><br>Rose was making her way towards the bar when she heard it, clear as a startling bell... the language of her people, she whirled around to face the individual and found herself staring at a tall and handsome indian male, he was dressed in western clothing clearing intended for 'roughing it' as the saying went and he had this... hardness... about him, almost jaded and dangerous...<br><br>“I... I am Shoshone, yes...” Rose replied almost hesitantly, she took a step back from him to maintain a small amount of distance... if worse came to worse she knew Tom Horn, Joseph Miller (especially Joseph, he knew well that Rose was still a virgin), Mr. Peters or any of the other regular men fond of the girls's company would step in to protect her if this stranger turned aggressive “I... can I help you find a table? Perhaps a mug of ale?”<br><br>Only thing she could do right this moment until she knew what his intentions were was to play things cool and treat the situation as if it were business per usual, the familiar presence of the dagger upon her thigh and the familiar men in the saloon giving her the ability to control the rhythm of her heart. Normally, she wouldn't be so frazzled, but the presence of that scary looking man approaching Lola and now this man showing up at the same time... it made Rose feel a little on the cautious side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stargirl</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 04:01:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/83/7e/66/837e6619cf507e88095b85adeade95a1--womens-long-hairstyles-hairstyles-for-.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Babydoll (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300334.msg14697929#msg14697929)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's Saloon Bar Area<br><br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br><hr><br>As she arrived at Lola's place, Rebecca hair was brown with dust, as was her face and skin, she held the Bible against her chest, the only thing she had from her father. The shy girl could barely raise her eyes. The woman named Lola was very kind to her, that she would remember forever. She saw how she paid money for the man who brought her there just because he protected her.<br><br>For the years she have been traveling with her father across lands and deserts, she have never seen a place like the saloon. She could not ask, as she was to shy for that, but this would be the first time in all her life she would have a place she could call home. Lola was talking something about other girls there and the job. Rebecca would just agree, she was afraid but also she have hope as not for a long time, she just wished her father was here too. This was a new life for her. A rebirth. In her new life, she had a new name: Babydoll. <br><br>She got fresh food and a fresh bath. One of the girls helped her to change in new clothes and do her hair. They didn't talk much and she didn't asked the girl name, it was all too new for her. Her new dress was strange, too short and showing too much legs. She was afraid men would see her underwear when she walked. She even got to lip painting. She would remember her father telling her that good girls never do that. It was as intimidating as the short skirt, she was sure going to talk to Lola about that.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="" class="spoiler_header">New dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/75/1a/3f/751a3f4b79322764e46319267efb2a60.jpg)</div></div><br><br>She walked in the saloon with her heart jumping in her chest. There was music and noise but she could not hear it. Anyone could see she was shaking. She feels as if all the eyes were on her, maybe some actually were on her. She wasn't used to walk on heels and she was sure bit clumsy walking around the saloon. Her head was spinning. She was trying to find Lola but she was too confused to think straight, walking around as a trapped mouse until she crashed into someone a fell backward, landing on her butt. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 09:58:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Bar<br><br>Time of day: Sunset<br><br>Tagging: Lola<br></strong><br><br>Desmond could see the flash of anger cross her eyes at his remark, and he grinned inwardly. The woman was a fiery one, just as he had been told. Of course, she had to be in order for her to keep her saloon running every night, all by herself, a lone woman in a frontier town in the middle of nowhere. He wondered if she had been married at some point, and was a widower, or if she had once been a saloon whore herself, one that made good during her time on her back and decided to open her own establishment. Regardless, her tenacity was what had gotten her where she was, and it was just that determination that he was looking for in the woman. He was not disappointed.<br><br>"Desmond King." he replied. "And you might be surprised at the amount of silver I have."<br><br>He smiled, and stepped closer to her, one hand sliding to her waist and pulling her in close. He had no doubt that the ire of every cowboy in the place had suddenly arisen upon doing so, but he was also fairly confident that she would resist the urge to call for their aid. Looking down at her, their bodies pressed together, Desmond couldn't help but picture that pretty face twisted in passion, that same lilting voice that had been singing Clementine only moments ago calling out his name over and over again. But he forced himself to remain focused. He had not achieved greatness by being distracted by the pleasures of the flesh, no matter how desirable they might be.<br><br>"But I'm not here for that." he said, releasing her, and turning back to the bar. He set his cigar down, then turned, and leaned against it, folding his arms over his chest. "At least, not yet. I want to get in bed with you in running this business. And I have a business proposition that you might find enticing...'<br><br>Reaching behind him, he retrieved his half-empty glass and drained it in one quick swallow, motioning to the bartender for another.<br><br>"You may have heard the rumblings in town of a new man buying up everything in sight. There's a reason for that, but it's one that I'll only divulge to partners in my enterprise. You do a good service to this city; giving these hard working men a bit of fantasy and a place to relax, giving these girls a place to call home, and delighting everyone with that angelic voice. But I can see that you're more than what you appear. There's more to you than just the saloon owner with a beautiful smile...'<br><br>Desmond retrieved his cigar, and puffed on it for a moment, letting the smoke linger before him before it dissipated.<br><br>"I want to do right by this city like you do right by these girls. But I need someone who knows Silver City in a way that I cannot. I spent most of my time further west, in the saddle and out of it, and I can't rightly say that I know a thing about this place. But you do. And I could use your help getting to know what I need to know about this town before I own everything...'<br><br>"To that end, and for us to become partners, I want to buy your saloon. The locals won't see a thing change around here. You'll still be in charge, and run things like you run them now. But I'll keep the doors open, make improvements, and all I need from you is your help with the other shop and land owners."<br><br>The bartender set his refilled glass behind him, and Desmond picked it up, taking a small sip. The whiskey was going down more smoothly than it had, even with the sweetness of the sarsaparilla. He could see why the cowboys and miners liked to spend their evenings in the saloon. The company of the girls, the alcohol, the complimentary cigars, all of it helped a man to relax, to forget, and to live a life much more comfortable than it was during the daylight hours. He supposed he could be quite comfortable there, if that had been his desire, joining the ranks of the hopeful but ultimately gullible men that waited for a shot at one of Lola's girls, or at Lola herself. But he had much grander plans, and besides, if she were open to his proposal, there would be plenty of time to get to know each girl personally.<br><br>Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled forth a small stack of bank notes, and set them on the bar.<br><br>"One thousand dollars." he said, raising his voice so as to draw the attention of those around him. "The first payment towards our arrangement, and another ten thousand once this saloon is mine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 03:10:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.halloweencostumes.org/can-can-girl-costume-zoom.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong><br>Pippi<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>Main saloon floor<br><strong>Time of day:</strong><br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Babydoll<br><hr><br>It was a busy night in <em>Lola's</em>, but then again, every night was a busy night in the saloon.&nbsp; Pearl - Pippi to her friends - was working the room as she always did. As Lola taught her to do. Like every other girl in the place, Pippi was grateful to the kind hearted publican for giving her a safe place to work and live.&nbsp; Life for an unwed mother around these parts was not an easy one, and although Pippi longed to meet someone who would look after her and her young son, she was not willing to accept just anyone.&nbsp; She had standards, and she certainly wasn't going to risk her safety, or the safety of her child, by accepting a cruel man as her husband.<br><br>Pippi always worked extra hard on the floor, convincing the fellas to buy a dance with her, or to purchase her a drink.&nbsp; Unbeknown to the patrons, when they bought one of the girls a whiskey, what they were actually buying was coloured sugar water. It never seemed to occur to any of them that the ladies could down any number of drinks all night long, and never become unsteady on their feet.&nbsp; The trick, of course, was not to accidentally give the men the fake drinks.&nbsp; Pippi could only imagine the uproar that would ensue if they found out they were paying top dollar for the ladies to drink flavoured water!&nbsp; But, Lola gave the girls half the price of each glass of 'whiskey' they were bought as a bonus on top of their wages. Same went for the dances.&nbsp; And for Pippi, who avoided taking men upstairs as much as she could because of her son, these bonuses were invaluable to her.<br><br>A small ruckus on the other side of the saloon caught Pippi's attention.&nbsp; She glanced in the direction of the noise, just in time to see the new girl land on her rear on the floor, her pretty green dress surrounding her like moss.&nbsp; This was her first night working in the saloon, and she obviously wasn't yet up to the task.&nbsp; Reluctantly extracting herself from the playful embrace of Joseph Miller, whom Pippi considered a definite candidate for a husband, she hurried over to the heap of green satin on the floor.<br><br>"Oh, sweetie," she crooned, offering the young girl a reassuring smile.&nbsp; "What have you done to yourself?"<br><br>Pippi helped Babydoll up and straightened her dress.&nbsp; The poor thing looked completely out of place in her work costume, and didn't seem to have much experience with walking in heeled shoes.<br><br>"It'll be okay, I promise," she soothed, rubbing Babydoll's bottom where she fell.&nbsp; "We'll get you sorted.&nbsp; You just need some practise, is all!&nbsp; How about I introduce you to some of our regulars, huh?"<br><br>Helping the innocent newcomer would probably put a bit of a dent in her earnings for the night, but Pippi couldn't help herself.&nbsp; She remembered all too well how daunting her first night on the saloon floor was, and she had come to <em>Lola's</em> with a lot more life experience than this young flower.&nbsp; Offering her arm to Babydoll for support, Pippi lead her towards to bar to meet Hank, the barman.&nbsp; Hank always looked out for the girls while they were working, and Pippi had an inkling that Babydoll would need lots of looking out for!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 07:28:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.readthesmiths.com/articles/Images/Entertainment/Idol/Katharine.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong><br>Lola<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>At the bar<br><strong>Time of day:</strong><br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Desmond<br><br><hr><br><em>"Desmond King."</em>&nbsp; Lola was sure she had never laid eyes on him before - in her line of business remembering faces was a highly useful skill - but the name sounded vaguely familiar.&nbsp; She searched her memory, but couldn't find any connection between the man in front of her and the name he gave, nor could she conjure up a face to match the moniker.<br><br><em>"And you might be surprised at the amount of silver I have."</em>&nbsp; Lola was about to verbally scoff at the suggestion that Desmond could ever afford to get her into bed, when his large hand reached around her waist and pulled her close to him. Close enough that she could feel the hardness of his body beneath his expensively tailored clothes, and smell the liquor on his breath.&nbsp; She looked up at him, both incensed that he had the audacity to lay his hands on her the first time they met, and powerfully attracted to the sheer manliness oozing from every pore.&nbsp; <br><br>Relief flooded through her when Desmond let her go, and she took a half step backwards as he turned toward the bar, putting some subtle distance between them.&nbsp; She wasn't afraid of Desmond King, despite his self confidence.&nbsp; Lola had been through more than most, and more than anyone in this room knew, or could imagine.&nbsp; However, it had been a very long time since a man had elicited such a sudden reaction in her, and that surprised and scared her.&nbsp; She learned a long time ago that to show any sort of weakness, especially of the womanly kind, only begot trouble.&nbsp; And she'd had more than her fair share of that!<br><br>Only half listening as Mr King spoke, Lola saw out of the corner of her eye that Babydoll had ventrued onto the saloon floor.&nbsp; It was somewhat against the woman's better judgment to start the girl working so soon after her arrival, but several recent resignations had left them a little short handed, and the extra lady in the room, even if she was unable to deliver drinks, would keep the men happy.&nbsp; And they always loved when a new girl started. They clamoured over each other to be the first one to buy her a drink!<br><br>It wasn't until Mr King raised his voice and placed a large wad of hundred dollar bills on the bar that Lola's focus came fully back to the big man.&nbsp; It not only got her attention, but the attention of all those in earshot.&nbsp; Heads turned toward them in unisen as Desmond announced loudly his intention to buy her out.<br><br>Lola stared at him in genuine surprise as he declared he would pay her in excess of ten thousand dollars for her saloon.&nbsp; That was a lot of money, and Lola's intention was certainly to sell the saloon and retire at some point.&nbsp; But that point was not now, and she could not see any benefit in working as hard as she did only to line someone else's pockets.&nbsp; And besides, what was he playing at, making such an offer in front of half the town?&nbsp; That's not how good business was conducted in her opinion.<br><br>All these thoughts flashed through Lola's head almost simultaneously.&nbsp; Her first instinct was to tell him he could deposit his money where the sun don't shine, but good manners prevented her from suggesting something so crude in front of her customers.&nbsp; Instead, she smiled sweetly, and joined Desmond at the bar, flicking Hank a look he knew well.&nbsp; Almost instantly a glass of applejack appeared in front of her, and she lifted it to her lips, taking a small sip of the apple flavoured liquor.<br><br>"Well now, Mr King," she started, injecting as many airs and graces into her voice as she could manage.&nbsp; "That's a very generous offer. One that certainly deserves careful consideration."&nbsp; Lola was choosing her words carefully.&nbsp; Something told her it would be to her detriment to get Desmond King off side at the their very first meeting.&nbsp; "However, I can't imagine what would give you the impression that my establishment was up for sale."&nbsp; She took another sip of her drink, watching the newcomer for any visible reactions to her words.&nbsp; "Truth is, I'm very happy with the way things are now.&nbsp; Why would I want that to change?"<br><br>Despite being very money focused, Lola believed deep down that money wasn't everything.&nbsp; Mr King would need to offer her an incentive over and above the cash he just laid out on the bar if he wanted her to even begin to consider selling the saloon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Velasterian</strong> on <strong>21-02-2019, 06:01:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/c8/c4/6bc8c424fca89a5f794ddde16f9ae2e3.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: White Bear (Robert)<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon<br><br>Time of day: Sunset/Evening<br><br>Tagging: Rose, Desmond, open<br></strong><br><br>Though his focus continued to linger on the goings on of Mr. King - and by the looks of things, he was really getting into introducing himself and his intentions to the proprietor of the establishment, Ms. Lola herself - Robert's main focus was on Rose, who seemed almost stunned to find someone who spoke the same Native language as she did. Interestingly, she also seemed very cautious, not approaching him and standing in preparation as if he might attempt something untoward. <br><br>Luckily for her, Robert was not here to do something unsavory to a saloon girl, not even one as captivating as Rose. He knew too well the reputation that the ladies in this place had, and he wasn't going to do something stupid like give them a reason to try and harm him. He was confident that he could withstand any attack they might make against him, but he wasn't here to prove his fighting prowess. He was here to guard Mr. King...and, ostensibly, to enjoy himself.<br><br>So why ruin an opportunity to get to know a lovely lady like this?<br><br>"I already have a table," he told her, letting his hands drift away from his hips with fingers splayed out, a subtle but noticeably gesture to let her know that he wasn't planning on doing anything to her, "so I would appreciate something to drink. Perhaps you could bring a glass of your best ale, please?"<br><br>With that request, he returned to his table, keeping an eye on Rose as she departed to fulfill his order while still focusing on Desmond, who sounded like he was making some sort of offer to Lola. Robert couldn't hear the details from where he sat, but it wasn't his business to know the finer details of his boss's work, so he wasn't bothered by it.<br><br>Eventually, when Rose did return with his drink, he thanked the woman by sliding a gold coin from his purse across the table towards her, more as a courtesy towards her than paying for his order, which he would do later. "Thanks," he said as he reached for the glass offered to him. "May I ask your name...your tribal name, I mean? My English name is Robert, but among the Shoshone, I was known as White Bear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stargirl</strong> on <strong>23-02-2019, 22:28:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/83/7e/66/837e6619cf507e88095b85adeade95a1--womens-long-hairstyles-hairstyles-for-.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <br>Babydoll (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300334.msg14697929#msg14697929)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="" class="spoiler_header">New dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/75/1a/3f/751a3f4b79322764e46319267efb2a60.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Location:</strong> <br>Lola's Saloon Bar Area<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> <br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br>Pippi, Hank, Open<br><br><hr><br>Babydoll was so ashamed at the floor. She felt like avery body in the room was laughing at her. It was the friendly voice who brought her back on her mind. Pippi was kind and pretty. It also helped that Pippi was wearing a dress as short as her own, making the young girl not to feel so exposed. Of course all other girls there were kind of like that, but Babydoll didn't realize that until the friendly hand came to help her.<br><br>"Sorry, I didn't mean to do it". She explains herself as she gets up and the Pippi kindly help her smooth her dress. Seeing the pretty girl touching her dress and being so close was making her very shy. She accidentally touched Pippi's hand and winced her hand away blushing. "I'm not used to this. But I promised Lola I would do my best. " She explains loud but she was really trying to justify it to herself.<br><br>When the girl touched Babydoll's hear, the new girl made a high squeak sound that draw attention from all around. That was totally to her own surprise. "I would like to meet them, yes!" She agree fast as to not draw more attention to herself. She help on Pippi's arm, a bit reluctant at first, not because she didn't trust the girl, it was more like that was feeling so nice. She liked the way the girl was mostly strutting thought the saloon and the younger was trying her best to keep her pace.<br><br>"My name is Rebecca" She whispered before they arrive to the bar. "But Miss Lola said my name now will be Babydoll." Babydoll was trying to be friendly and nice. She was felling so more comfortable holding at Pippi's arm.<br><br>Stopping at the counter, Babydoll looked around to see the people. A man was there and smiled at them, and Babydoll tried to see what Pippi was going to do. The barman was also there, waiting as if they were going to ask something or maybe he was waiting for Babydoll to introduce herself. Well, that is how the young brunette guessed that he was looking at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 21:38:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Bar<br><br>Time of day: Night<br><br>Tagging: Lola<br></strong><br><br><br>Desmond smirked at her reply, watching her move around him toward the bar, the bartender handing her a glass of something that looked far too sweet to be in any way enticing. Still, he stood quietly, watching the tonic pass her lips, and for the briefest of moments, he envied the glass in her hand. He listened as she spoke, his dark eyes studying her own, his attention only briefly taken from her by the ruckus the young saloon girl caused when she fell squarely on her backside. Desmond eyed the girl sidelong for a moment, then turned back to Lola, his amused expression surely informing her of his thoughts before he could speak.<br><br>"Ah, but change is everything," he said, leaning against the bar as he watched her. "Towns like this grow and become cities, proper bastions of civilization, instead of hole in the ground dust holes like this. The silver this place is known for will run out, sooner or later, and where will the saloon be then? Eventually, your customers will pack up and leave town, headed to brighter pastures. The supplies will stop coming. The law will stop seeing support from the government, and hungry cowboys will descend on this saloon like a pack of wolves on a wounded deer. They'll tear it apart, whore out your girls, and I hesitate to think what they would do to you."<br><br>Desmond turned away from her then, puffing on his cigar again, the smoke framing him like a murky halo. The hustle and bustle of the place seemed to have quieted somewhat, those closest to him to hear his offer having listened to his words afterword. The somber sentiment of Lola's no longer being their home away from home was a lingering threat, many of them knew, and even Hank, for all his cheer, stared hard at Desmond, but said nothing. They all knew how the west worked. Towns like Silver City came and went, with only barren, abandoned shacks left to mark their passing.<br><br>"But we could avoid all that, here and now," he said, lifting his hat to run his hand through his long, dark hair before settling it back on his head. "With but a signed contract and a simple transaction. You can save these girls from a life of misery and abuse. Some of these gals look like they've already lived that life to one degree or another. The blonde there, and the indian girl. They've got a few miles beneath their feet, I can see that. Do you want them to have to go back to that place? Or your new girl there..."<br><br>He turned, looking to Babydoll as she came near, his dark eyes passing over her fresh, young body before he turned back to Lola. <br><br>"What about her?" he asked, lowering his voice and leaning in closer so that the young girl did not hear. "She'd be quite the catch for a band of cowboys that have been out riding herds for three months. What do you think would happen to her pretty young face? They'd probably cut her up just to keep others from wanting her. You really want to put her through that kind of abuse?"<br><br>Desmond did not back away as he finished speaking, lingering close to Lola. He loomed over her, like a vulture over fallen prey. He was a hungry mountain lion and she was a skittish deer, and every ounce of his being radiated that predatory nature. His demeanor was calm and relaxed, however, without a hint of malice. He reached out, one hand brushing her dark hair, and he stared at the creamy skin of her slender neck, carnal thoughts passing through his mind. She smelled like a woman should smell, he thought, fresh and pampered, ready for a man to have his way with her. His fingers toyed with her hair for a moment, before he pulled his hand back and settled back to his place at the bar.<br><br>"Nobody wants to see that happen, Lola." he said. "I'm trying to protect his town. I want to see it grow and prosper, and the only way I can do that is by working with the locals. But you're different. This saloon caters to everyone, as long as they can pay. There are secrets passed here, stories told over drinks, men bragging to your girls about this deed or that to try to impress them. And where secrets are shared, men like myself can make a profit. If you won't sell me this saloon, then I'll make you another offer. Be my partner. Together we can make sure that Lola's Ladies don't end up the slaves of some ruthless cattlemen passing through, or scalped by the indians. Help me get to know the secrets Silver City has to offer, and we'll both become very, very rich."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 14:57:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.halloweencostumes.org/can-can-girl-costume-zoom.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong><br>Pippi<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>Main saloon floor<br><strong>Time of day:</strong><br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Babydoll, Hank<br><hr><br><em>"My name is Rebecca, but Miss Lola said my name now will be Babydoll."</em><br><br>Pippi smiled as Babydoll whispered to her.&nbsp; She really was a shy little thing, and Pearl wasn't quite sure that she was cut out for working the saloon floor.&nbsp; If that turned out to be the case, it wouldn't be the first time Lola had taken in someone who didn't work out.&nbsp; Thankfully, though, Lola wasn't one to turf the girls out if they couldn't work the floor.&nbsp; There were other things that needed doing around the place, like cooking and cleaning at the like, and although the pay was less, the work was still honest.&nbsp; And it put a roof over their heads.<br><br>"It suits you," Pippi smiled down at the smaller girl.&nbsp; "And trust me when I say the men will like it, and they will pay accordingly!&nbsp; I'm sure you'll be a big hit once you know what you're doing!"&nbsp; Although not entirely sure that was true, Pearl wanted to bolster Babydoll's confidence. She was now part of the family, afterall.<br><br>"Hank, this is Babydoll…." Pippi motioned for Hank to lean in closer, whispering so only he could hear. "Rebecca in her past life."&nbsp; <br><br>The barman stuck out his hand for shaking.&nbsp; "Pleased to meet you, Miss Babydoll!"&nbsp; He grinned warmly.&nbsp; "Now, if any of these fellas here," he motioned around the room, "give you any sort of trouble, you come straight to old Hank, ya' hear?&nbsp; They all know I've gots me old faithful beneath the bar, and I'm not afraid to use her if needs be.&nbsp; But don't worry your pretty little head too much.&nbsp; They're generally a good bunch, right Miss Pippi?" <br><br>Pearl flashed Hank her best smile.&nbsp; He was a father figure to all the girls, some of whom hadn't known their fathers, and she loved how he called them all 'Miss'.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hank's right, Babydoll." She squeezed Rebecca's hand reassuringly.&nbsp; "There ain't many in here who'd do you harm.&nbsp; And the one's that might, well...."&nbsp; Pippi left the rest of the sentence to Babydoll's imagination.&nbsp; "Now...you look over these here boys and tell me which one takes your fancy. We'll introduce you to him first!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>28-02-2019, 14:29:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.readthesmiths.com/articles/Images/Entertainment/Idol/Katharine.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong><br>Lola<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>At the bar<br><strong>Time of day:</strong><br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Desmond, Babydoll, Pippi, Tom<br><br><hr><br>Pleased to see that Pippi had gone to Rebecca's rescue, Lola flashed both the girls a reassuring smile as they approached the bar. However, her attention was very firmly on the mountain of a man currently towering over her.&nbsp; She listened as he spoke, giving voice to fears she herself had on the rare occasion she came down with melancholy.&nbsp; Lola had lived in a number of similar towns around the west before coming to Silver City, and she knew that fortune was a fickle friend, even for a town as seemingly prosperous as this one.&nbsp; She couldn't help the involuntary shudder that passed through her at Desmond's description of one possible future for her girls.&nbsp; She had promised each and every one of them that she would protect them, and she felt the responsibility of that promise very keenly.&nbsp; <br><br>Lola couldn't fail to notice the hungry look in King's eyes when he noticed Rebecca - Babydoll.&nbsp; She was a complete innocent, with no life experience to speak of, and likely no defences against someone as predatory in nature as Desmond King.&nbsp; Lola moved ever so slightly, shielding the girl from Desmond as he leaned in towards her, his fingers playing with her hair.&nbsp; She stood stoically, refusing to show even the slightest weakness to the man who, despite his fine clothes and apparent manners, struck her as one of the most dangerous creatures she had ever met. Clearly intelligent, undoubtedly ambitious, he was not to be trusted, and Lola knew she couldn't let her guard down with him for even one minute.<br><br>"Well now, Mr King," Lola began, adopting her best southern accent and batting her eyelashes up at him.&nbsp; "You've certainly made some good points - points that I had already considered myself, believe it or not.&nbsp; And I'm certainly willing to enter into a dialogue with you about the future of our little town.&nbsp; But I must make one thing very clear."&nbsp; She paused here, letting the moment fill with anticipation.&nbsp; "Any agreement we may - or may not - come to, will not include any sort of joint ownership of <em>Lola's</em>.&nbsp; I built this saloon out of nothing, and I'm very proud of what I've accomplished here."&nbsp; Her chest puffed out with self-satisfaction as she glanced around the bustling tavern.<br><br>"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other customers I must attend to.&nbsp; I'm sure you understand."&nbsp; She smiled her best smile, and offered King a curtsy before turning on her heel towards Tom's table.&nbsp; She felt the need for the company of someone she knew on a deeper level than most of her customers. Someone she could perhaps confide in. Someone who would calm her, because right now, she felt like every step could be the one that resulted in her falling in a heap on the floor.&nbsp; The conversation with Desmond King had been unsettling to say the least, and for the first time in a long time, Lola feared for her future, and the future of her girls.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 01:54:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/11/c8/24/11c824175535546e73a3792a2ad57518.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose "Pretty Hawk"<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lovely Maiden</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Just the dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1f/d1/b6/1fd1b6e38459aab08f6e6be17ecbf266--saloon-girl-costumes-wild-west-party.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">these boots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.cattlekate.com/assets/store/products/cropped/jacquelyn_blkrs_front.jpg)</div></div> Hair is styled like in her picture.</div></div><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's Saloon<br><br><strong>Time of day: </strong>Evening<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Lola, Desmond, Mr. Peters, Joseph Miller and Tom Horn.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robert, open.<br><br><hr><br><br><br><strong>{Robert}</strong> "I already have a table," he told her, letting his hands drift away from his hips with fingers splayed out, a subtle but noticeably gesture to let her know that he wasn't planning on doing anything to her, "so I would appreciate something to drink. Perhaps you could bring a glass of your best ale, please?"<br><br>“I… yes, of course” Rose replied, unable to refuse him as he’d done nothing untoward just yet… though she wasn’t going to let her guard down, he did after all arrive with that rugged looked ruffian type fellow. Miss Lola always told her to be cautious of unfamiliar men, there were too many round these parts that wouldn’t hesitate to violate an Indian maiden and leave her with a baby in her belly without a single thought for her welfare. She was just an injun to those types after all.<br><br>Ignorant filth, Miss Lola called those kind of men.<br><br>Delicately clearing her throat to steady her nerves as she scurried off to fetch that ale for him, Rose reassured herself this man would just be a normal customer as per usual and there was nothing to fear, the regular male customers would protect her if that changed… and then her saloon sisters would be stomping a man’s face in. They protected their own here at Lola’s.<br><br>She returned to the table a short time later and slid a tankard full of the saloon’s best ale, as he requested, in front of him “Here you are, the best ale Lola’s has to offer. Can I get you anything else?”<br><br><strong>{Robert}</strong> "Thanks," he said as he reached for the glass offered to him. "May I ask your name...your tribal name, I mean? My English name is Robert, but among the Shoshone, I was known as White Bear."<br><br>She hesitated as he made this request, her heart beating a furious rhythm in her chest as her mind drifted back to her old life, her peaceful joyful existence with her people… and how it all ended in gunshots, screams and blood… but she pushed it all down for now, buried it deep, deep down and responded to Robert’s question “Miss Lola gave me the name Rose, she was worried my Shoshone name might antagonize townsfolk still reluctant to accept me… or downright refusing, but it’s alright, I kind of like that Miss Lola thinks of me as a beautiful desert rose… but um anyway, my Shosone name is Pretty Hawk…”<br><br>This man… he certainly did fill a girl with confusing mixed feelings… on one hand, she wasn’t sure it was safe to trust him… and then on the other one, he was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen and it made her innocent little virgin body bloom with a strange foreign warmth…<br><br>Men like him… men that made a woman’s heart flutter and her body grow hot… a woman needed to be keeping her wits about her… that was for sure...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>02-03-2019, 13:18:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Bar<br><br>Time of day: Night<br><br>Tagging: Lola, Robert</strong><br><br><br><br>Desmond studied her as she spoke, the man remaining still. He had fully expected her to turn him down the very first time he made his proposal. He would have been disappointed if she had not. Everything he had heard about the woman painted her as a defiant, self reliant person, one who was fully capable of running a saloon all by herself. And he was impressed. Being a woman in the frontier was hard enough. Being a woman that ran a saloon in a rough city like this one was even tougher. Still, when she puffed out her ample bosom in defiance, the man could not help but smile, and give her a nod of appreciation.<br><br>"Good evening, Lola." he said in return as she departed. The tall man watched her go, staring intently after her, his dark eyes watching the sway of her hips. After a moment, he turned back to the bartender and ordered another whiskey. Hank stared at him for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not that was a good idea, before filling the man's glass once more. Desmond eyed him while he did so, then finished the glass in one swallow, before setting it back on the bar. He puffed on his cigar, now nearly finished, and adjusted his hat once more.<br><br>"Guns." he said, stepping back from the bar. Hank reluctantly acquiesced, handing Desmond his gun belt. He fastened the leather about his waist, clasping the metal buckle tightly at his center, the twin Colt pistols hanging low on his hips. He tossed another silver at Hank, who caught it and placed it beneath the bar. Turning, Desmond left his cigar stub at the bar and made his way through the saloon to a table where a few men were playing cards. They were about to object to him just taking a seat to join them when he set a stack of bills on the tabletop, making their eyes go wide.<br><br>"Deal me in." he said, and they all eagerly nodded, dealing out a fresh hand of cards. While they did, Desmond let his gaze wander the room, making note of where Robert was positioned, should he need his assistance. But mostly, he kept his eyes on the girls, and Lola, as well. He was certain he had gotten to her, and the man could sense her nervousness from across the saloon. He had thought to depart after their first meeting, but her just knowing he was still darkening her door would keep her from being able to relax, and that was just the type of reaction he wanted to have. Let her be nervous. Let her be wary. If she was, her thoughts were on him and his deal, and what he would do if she continued to deny him what he wanted.<br><br>"Five card stud." the man across from him said, and Desmond nodded, retrieving his cards. It was going to be a long night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stargirl</strong> on <strong>02-03-2019, 21:29:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/83/7e/66/837e6619cf507e88095b85adeade95a1--womens-long-hairstyles-hairstyles-for-.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <br>Babydoll (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300334.msg14697929#msg14697929)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="" class="spoiler_header">New dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/75/1a/3f/751a3f4b79322764e46319267efb2a60.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Location:</strong> <br>Lola's Saloon Bar Area<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> <br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br>Pippi, Hank, Desmond, Open<br><br><hr><br>Babydoll was glad to meet Hank. He someway got her to think about her father. She have alway been a dad girl and she missed her father so much. Of course Hand didn't look as her father. He was pretty the opposite, actually. Her father first words would sure be about her short dress. She nodded as he talked.&nbsp; Her thought go interrupted with Pippi kind squeeze on her hand. Babydoll blushed shy. Pippi hand was so kind and comforting. She wished Pippi never release her hand.<br><br>She looked around, but no man would look like someone she would like to talk. She was shy and maybe a bit scared of talking with men. Some of them have been looking at the girls too. But then, the big man who have been talking to Lola got near. He walked to the bar and talked to Hank. Pippi could see how Babydoll was nervous when he was close. Just having him close have the girl chilling. <br><br>The man got some guns from Hank and sat down to a table. Pippi could see that Babydoll couldn't take her eyes from him. Her heart was running fast. The man didn't fancy her, it was sure something else. As Desmond gazed around the room he would sure notice the small brunette looking at him. Even if he didn't notice her, he girls have sure noticed him. "Anyone but him" the newbie said to Pippi, holding tight on the girls hand.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nandy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2019, 05:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><div class="floatright">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_6b79abde832e4be4bb37b76db73786a9~mv2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Belladonna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's / Bar<br><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All, Desmond<br><strong>Dress:</strong> <br><hr><br>It was time to get to work, and Nandy walked in, hair piled high atop her head, a few artfully disarrayed tendrils curling downward from her temples and the nape of her neck.&nbsp; A smile touched her lips as she moved through the room, the brush of a hand across a shoulder given here and there, as well as a whispered word of greeting as she made her way to the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;She carried herself with poise and grace, the sway of many layers of cloth the only indication that there was a near prowl to her gait.&nbsp; She was the picture of demure sensuality.&nbsp; A contradiction that tended to draw gazes.<br><br>Once at the bar, she smiled to the tender, that Scottish accent forcibly mellowed so that the poor man could understand her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"A whiskey, please."&nbsp; &nbsp; Yes, she would buy the first round, if no one stepped up to the bar to do it for her.&nbsp; Turning, she rested back against the mahogany and watched the room, and the man making his way from the bar to the card table.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't know where he was from, but they obviously fed them well there.<br><br>Watching as the first hand was dealt, she paid attention to the players, watching their mannerisms as they played, marking them to memory.&nbsp; &nbsp;It paid to pay attention to such things while playing poker.&nbsp; One never knew when such information would come in handy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 02:57:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.halloweencostumes.org/can-can-girl-costume-zoom.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong><br>Pippi<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>Main saloon floor<br><strong>Time of day:</strong><br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Babydoll<br><hr><br><em>"Anyone but him"</em><br><br>Babydoll's level of nervousness shot up noticeably when she looked at Desmond, that much Pipppi could tell.&nbsp; Heck, she was now so skittish that anyone in the room would know just from a cursory glance that the big man scared the wits out of the young woman!&nbsp; Pippi patted Rebecca's hand comfortingly.<br><br>"Don't you worry your pretty li'l head, darlin', we won't go anywhere near that one."&nbsp; The older woman smiled reassuringly.&nbsp; "How 'bout we start with Joseph?&nbsp; He's a real sweetie.&nbsp; Perhaps he's ready for another drink by now, and I can show you how to earn yourself a little extra silver."<br><br>Pippi lead Babydoll towards Joseph.&nbsp; The cowboy had never been anything but gentlemanly towards Pippi, and she was confident that he would be as equally kind to Babydoll.&nbsp; Pippi rubbed her hand over Joseph's shoulder as she approached him from behind.&nbsp; He turned, clearly happy to see her.<br><br>"Joseph," Pippi began. "Let me introduce you to our newest gal, Babydoll."&nbsp; The dark haired beauty tilted her head sideways, drawing Joseph's attention to the pretty young woman standing slightly behind her, apparently hiding.&nbsp; "Tonight's her first night, and she needs a customer to get her started.&nbsp; Would you mind helping us out?"&nbsp; Pippi batted her eyelashes at Joseph, a strategy she knew worked very well on the cowboy.<br><br>"Of course not, darlin'!"&nbsp; Joseph beamed at Pippi, more than happy to get into her good graces.&nbsp; He had developed quite a crush on the young woman.&nbsp; He smiled kindly at Rebecca.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nice to meet you, Babydoll."&nbsp; He offered his hand to her, not to shake it as he would a fellow man, but to kiss the fingers, as a gentleman does a lady.&nbsp; "How can old Joseph be of service?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Velasterian</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 06:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/c8/c4/6bc8c424fca89a5f794ddde16f9ae2e3.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: White Bear (Robert)<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon<br><br>Time of day: Sunset/Evening<br><br>Tagging: Rose, Desmond, open<br></strong><br><br>The Shoshone woman seemed nervous around him, which was perhaps an understandable reaction. Robert had not exactly endeared himself to either the White Man or the remaining members of his own tribe since falling in with Desmond. His gave his allegiance completely to Mr. King, and that meant often standing in direct conflict with whoever stood in his boss's way, whether white or red in skin color. There were plenty of men of all races, creeds, and nationalities who would probably prefer to never lay eyes on Robert again.<br><br>Still, it was a shame that a woman this beautiful was displaying some anxiety around him, though perhaps it was for reasons other than his aggressive looks? In all honesty, this saloon felt very different from other saloons in more ways than one, and that included the women serving the drinks. For all he knew, this Native girl's behavior had nothing to do with him. Could he perhaps learn more about her? Hard to say, considering she was keeping her distance from him, but if Mr. King planned on coming here often enough...<br><br>...or if Robert actually used some of his days off from time to time...<br><br>The woman returned with a glass of strong ale, placing it down on the table for him. As he picked up the mug and took a careful sip, she asked if there was anything else she could do for him, which gave him the opportunity to ask about her Native name. She seemed almost reluctant to give it to him, as if she were ashamed of it. As much as Robert disliked the tribe that had raised him - bunch of arrogant bastards - he felt a pang of pity that a pretty little thing like this girl felt ashamed of her original name. Her White name Rose did seem fitting, at least...she was as beautiful as the desert flower.<br><br>Still, when he did hear her Native name - Pretty Hawk - he found it a lot more appropriate for her. He smiled at her before taking another sip of ale. "Your Shoshone name is beautiful," he said, "just like you. You need not be ashamed of it, at least around me. I find it fits you very well." He held up the ale tankard and added, "And thank you for the ale, it tastes good...better than other drinks I've had elsewhere." Indeed, this ale tasted fresh and strong, without any suggestion that it had been watered down.<br><br>As he took another swig from the tankard, he glanced over at his boss Desmond. By the looks of things, the boss had concluded his business with Lola and was now entertaining himself by inserting himself into a game of cards. His eyes met his boss's briefly as Mr. King looked up to make sure that his henchman was still nearby and paying attention. Robert gave his boss a quick thumbs up to let him know that he was still keeping an eye on him, and everything so far looked good - no worries thus far.<br><br>Feeling his stomach rumble a little, he again looked up at Rose. "It seems I might be willing to order some thing to eat as well," he told her. "Do you have any suggestions on a small meal I can have?" Honestly he would've been open to anything, as long as it let him talk and look at this gorgeous Shoshone woman for just a little longer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 13:32:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.sharetv.com/shows/characters/large/godless.roy_goode.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: Tom Horn<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon Bar Area<br><br>Time of day: Evening<br><br>Tagging: Ashley<br><br>Mentioning: All<br></strong><br><hr><br>Tom was not a complete idiot. Although he sat there in the back of the saloon, staying out of everyone's business, it didn't mean that he didn't know exactly what was going on in everyone's business. The good thing about a saloon was that as everyone got more drunk, it got more noisy and as it got more noisy, people start to speak louder to be heard. From where Tom was sat, he could hear a good portion of the room, slunk back in his chair, his eyes never really focused on one person or another but rather scanned the room, looking and listening to what was being said by the most interesting parties.<br><br>Currently that was the new comers to the bar. They stood out like a sore thumb. In a small town like this, everyone knew everyone and if they didn't know them, they knew of them. That meant that the new comers had not been in town long but were certainly making a big first impression. He watched the native American first. It was clear he was under the employ of the larger man. He kept real close to his boss, constantly looking over at him and listening to everything that was said. He was never more than a few meters away, able to step in should anything happen. It was clear he was a loyal man and judging by his native american decent, Tom surmised that the beast of a man had somehow saved him and taken him in. It was also clear that Rose had a power over him. The only time his eyes moved from his boss was when Rose was around. He wasn't sure if she was in danger or if she was just the right amount of alluring fot him. Either way it was good to know that Rose had that power.<br><br>As for the new man, the towering individual at the bar. He reminded Tom of an undertaker, dressed in a well presented black attire but still giving off a somber appearance. He was confident in his dealings with Lola, even a little smug. The way he threw the money out onto the table in a room full of desperate people was either stupid or it was clear he was in control. Tom couldn't hear exactly what was said for the whole conversation but he heard the offer to buy the bar and the purse of money as an offer. It didn't seem like a regular deal though, there was something more to this. Tom watched as Lola let her perfect facade fall a few times, getting annoyed with the newcomer and then showing a moment of deep thought before walking away. It was clear that she considered something before leaving his presence. It was probably best that she did walk away judging by his demeanor. Tom offered her a reassuring smile as she left his presence, noticing when she looked over his direction. She was always welcome at his table, even though he did chase many others away from it.<br><br>What a night for them to come in, it was the night that someone new was starting at the saloon. The girl called Babydoll who Tom had never seen before. He hoped she had her wits around her and would not fall for the rugged charm of the dangerous looking characters at the bar. She seemed naive but he wasn't sure if that was just a cover or if she well and truly was as innocent as she let on. He felt sorry for her if the the later was true. Luckily Pippa seemed to have taken her under his wing and was helping show her the ropes.<br><br>Tom could feel things changing in the Saloon, the festivity in the air seemed to have a mask of trepidation, something brought by the strangers, something it seemed was not going to just pass. something they all needed to keep an eye on. For now, Tom was just glad that Lola had walked away from him and got her thoughts back together. He pushed out the chair opposite him with his feet, offering her a place to sit even from across the saloon. It was up to her whether she wanted to do more rounds of the people or join him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 22:05:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Poker Table<br><br>Time of day: Night<br><br>Tagging: Lola, Belladonna, Tom</strong><br><br><br><br>Desmond's eyes narrowed as he studied his hand. He sat quietly for a long moment, the three men across from him all looking at him with a mixture of nervousness and irritation. Just when it seemed one of them was about to protest, Desmond pushed a fifty dollar chip toward the center of the table. The three men looked at one another, then Desmond, before looking back to the poker chip.<br><br>"Men in this town don't make that kinda money, mister." one said, a short stocky fellow with dirty brown hair that was beginning to thin. "That's too rich for our blood."<br><br>"Do you want to?" Desmond replied, looking at the man from beneath the brim of his dark fedora. <br><br>"Well yeah, I reckon every man wants to!" the man said, laughing, and the other two joined in hesitantly, uncertain of where this conversation might be leading. <br><br>"If I have my say so, every man in Silver City will make this kind of money." he said, lying through his teeth. There was no way the economy could sustain such an explosion of personal wealth, but these three dolts did not have the sense to know that. "But there are those who want to step in the way."<br><br>He turned, glancing to Lola as he spoke, watching the woman move toward Tom's table. The other men followed the direction of his gaze, and stared at her for a long moment. While they struggled to understand his meaning, Desmond turned his gaze to the bar, his dark eyes washing over the stunning ruby haired beauty that had just entered. When she looked at him, he held her eye, nodding with the slightest tilt of his hat. After a moment, he turned his gaze back to the table, leaning back in his chair.<br><br>"Miss Lola has been good to us now, mister..." the man to his left said, and the other two nodded. "If we're lucky, we might even get to go upstairs with one of these here girls." His last statement drew more enthusiastic nods from the other two, and Desmond chuckled.<br><br>"Is that the height of your ambition?" he asked. "Bedding saloon girls? There's so much more to life, gentlemen. Call."<br><br>The men looked at one another nervously, and after a moment, the two that had spoken laid their cards face down, folding. The one directly opposite Desmond, however, stared hard across the table. There was something different about this one, Desmond noted, something more dangerous. He studied the man quietly, keeping his cards hidden. The man was large, his arms thick, and Desmond wandered if he worked for the railroad. No, not a railroad, he decided. His posture was too straight for a rail worker, who's back often curved from constantly being bent over, working on the tracks. A cattleman, perhaps?<br><br>"Call." the man said, drawing Desmond from his thoughts. He watched as the man slid a fifty dollar chip to the center of the table.<br><br>"You sure?" Desmond asked, mimicking the man's companions. "That's a lot of money."<br><br>The man did not respond other than to nod. Desmond shrugged, and laid his cards on the table; a pair of kings and three queens. The other two winced, looking to their larger friend, who suddenly grinned widely. Without hesitation, he played his hand, showing all aces and another king. His friends cheered and Desmond watched as the man retrieved his winnings.<br><br>"I'll take your money all day, mister!" the larger man exclaimed, and Desmond smirked. <br><br>"We'll see about that." The man scooped up the cards and began dealing once more, and Desmond reached out, grabbing the hand of a passing saloon girl. She bent low to hear what he had to say, and a moment later, moved to the bar, smiling at Belladonna.<br><br>"Seems you've got an admirer..." the girl said, filing her tray with more drinks. "Tall, dark, and dangerous over there just bought you a drink. Whatever you want."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nandy</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 23:37:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Belladonna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's / Bar /Poker Table<br><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Desmond, Open<br><strong>Dress:</strong> <div class="floatright">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_6b79abde832e4be4bb37b76db73786a9~mv2.jpg)</div><hr><br>That tip of his head to her, however slight it was, garnered a smile in return.&nbsp; Watching the game as it progressed, she took note of each man's responses, and whereas she couldn't hear what was being said, she could read the body language.&nbsp; Tall, Dark and Dangerous made them nervous.&nbsp; Somehow that only made him more interesting.&nbsp; <br><br>When the girl working the floor told her that Desmond had bought her a drink, she smiled, giving the girl a wink.&nbsp; "I think the tall drink I want is sitting there at the table."&nbsp; &nbsp;The pair shared a quiet laugh, and both sent another look Desmond's way.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yes, he was a tall drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;And Nandy was feeling thirsty.<br><br>She was fortunate, most girls working saloons had to put up with all sorts of ill-mannered men, and had no choice in who they took as clients.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nandy on the other hand only took to her bed those who either had information she wanted, or she found interesting.&nbsp; Most fell into the first category.&nbsp; Desmond fell into the other.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning back to the barkeep, she smiled at him, "Give me the bottle of Glenmorangie, and a pair of glasses."&nbsp; &nbsp;As she waited for the bottle to be procured, her gaze went back to the table where another hand was being dealt.&nbsp; &nbsp;When the bottle and glasses were set down, she turned and plucked them up, then moved toward the table.<br><br>She stopped beside him, on his offside on the chance that if he had to draw a weapon, she wouldn't be in his way to do so, and set the glasses down to the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;She then removed the cork from the bottle and filled both glasses.&nbsp; Recorking the bottle, she settled it on the table, out of the way of the play going on and then took up her glass.&nbsp; <br><br>A smile was given the gentlemen at the table, and then she looked at Desmond, her glass raised in salute.&nbsp; "Slàinte mhath."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>05-03-2019, 20:15:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Poker table <br><br>Time of day: Night <br><br>Tagging: Belladonna<br></strong><br><br>Desmond watched as the woman sauntered over toward him, his dark eyes paying particular attention to the roll of her hips, the gentle sway with every step. His gaze lifted to meet her own, and when she raised her glass and spoke, he smirked. <br><br>"<em>Dheagh shlàinte</em>." he replied, though hardly with the same Gaelic twist to his words. He lifted the glass and drank, though slowly, wanting to keep his wits about him. He was already three drinks into the night, and there was still much to do. <br><br>"I'm impressed. I didn't think Lola would have scotch this far inland." he added a moment later. "Had a farmhand named Dugan who loved the stuff."<br><br>The next round dealt, Desmond focused his attention on the cards in his hand. This time around, it was a much better play, and the full house he was carrying would definitely win the pot. But he remained quiet, merely tossing another chip into the center of the table, something smaller this time. The three men barely noticed, however, their eyes riveted on the shapely, fiery haired lass standing beside him. <br><br>"Call." he said, drawing their attention to the game. Seeing his bet, the others did likewise, raising the pot even higher, nearly a hundred dollars now. Each played their hand, going around the table, one higher than the next, all of them showing decent chances of winning. <br><br>But there was a problem. Three kings showed on the table, and two more were in his hand. He knew that he did not cheat, not at cards, anyway, and if he had to guess, the culprit was the large fellow across from him, grinning ear to ear like a crazed polecat.<br><br>Desmond had to resist the urge to pull his pistol. In his younger years, he likely would have. His temper was something terrible to behold, and he had a bit of a reputation as a gunslinger because of it. But that was a long time ago, and he was older and wiser, not the same rash young cowboy he had once been. Surely, he was still as fast and as deadly as that man from years past, but he was much more collected now. There was simply too much at stake to put a bullet in the skull of a card cheat, especially for the newcomer to town. It simply was not worth the risk. <br><br>Instead, he laid his cars face down, sat back, and sipped his scotch. <br><br>"Fold." he said. "Poker just isn't my game tonight, boys. And it would seem I have far prettier company. Have a good night."<br><br>He stood, taking up his glass and the bottle, turning toward Belladonna. His dark eyes stared down into her own, and a trace of a smile formed on his lips. He stood quietly for a moment, looming over her, before lifting one hand towards an empty table. <br><br>"What do you say, beautiful?" he asked. "Care to make this conversation a little more private?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nandy</strong> on <strong>06-03-2019, 06:46:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Belladonna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's / Poker table<br><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Desmond, Lola<br><strong>Dress:</strong> <div class="floatright">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_6b79abde832e4be4bb37b76db73786a9~mv2.jpg)</div><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Watching the play, her expression gave away nothing, despite seeing the same thing that Desmond did.&nbsp; &nbsp;The fact that Desmond didn't call the man out on it, was a pleasant surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were far better things to do than fight at the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;When he folded, she smiled, and with her glass in one hand, she slid the other through his arm, her gaze sliding back to Desmond's. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I would," and as they stepped away from the table to do just that, she paused, taking one of the other girls aside and whispered to her. <em>"The large man at the table that just won, is cheating.&nbsp; &nbsp;Please do let Lola know."</em>&nbsp; Her words were low and fast, which only brought that Scottish accent to the fore all the more, but the girl understood her, glanced to the table, and then went off to inform Lola.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nandy was positive that Lola wouldn't tolerate that sort of behavior in her place.&nbsp; It caused arguments, arguments caused bloodshed, bloodshed caused a disruption in the flow of cash coming into the place.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking back at Desmond, she smiled up at him.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Now, shall we?"&nbsp; With her arm snuggled into his, she led him toward the stairs.&nbsp; "So what brings you here?&nbsp; &nbsp;The cards or the silver?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Smiling up at him, because face it, there was at least a foot between them and unless she stood a couple of steps above him, there was no way they were going to stand eye to eye, she started up the stairs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>06-03-2019, 17:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a5/1a/cd/a51acddde9a6d128e7c9d4fdef42bf12--sexy-cowgirl-cowgirl-style.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Ashley "Jasmine" Smith<br>Location:Lola's Saloon main floor/bar area<br>Mentioning: Tom<br>Tagging: Jason Hunter<br></strong><br><br>Ashley smiled and nodded at Tom's request for a refill. "Be right back hon.." She picked up his empty glass and gave him a wink. Ashley&nbsp;then walked by the filled tables to the bar and set the empty glass near where the others to be cleaned were. Ashley picked up Tom's new filled glass and walked back to his table. "There you go.. Anythin else I can get for ya?" she asked putting her hand on the back of his neck and rubbing it a little. Ashley followed his gaze to the large individual that had been talking with Lola quite a bit since he had entered the saloon. Ashley knew Lola could take care of herself, but her curiosity made her wonder what he wanted to talk to the owner about so badly. Part of her was curious to go and talk to him, but he seemed like the kind of man that had only one thing on his mind and didn't want to be bothered by anyone else.<br><br>The saloon seemed to be getting filled more with guests and some of the other girls had shown up and started working the floor as well. Seeing that Tom had been taken care of for now she smiled down at him in his chair "Just wave if you need anything else.." Ashley then walked off and made her way around the tables taking any orders needed and spending more time in men's lap laughing, flirting and providing the company so many of the men desired. Ashley was always good at making the men feel like a million bucks and tried hard to treat them like a king at least for as long as they were willing to pay for. It was important for Ashley to keep working the crowd and moving from man to man. If she spent too much time with one, others got jealous or gave the one more opportunity to court her. Ashley's skills in the saloon were too good to lose to getting married or taken away. Ashley&nbsp;enjoyed the varying attention she got from the variety of men inside the saloon, different stories, different lives were all interesting to&nbsp;Ashley and she certainly knew how to act&nbsp;wooed by any of the tall tales told by the men.&nbsp;Ashley then made her way back around to Tom's table again seeing him still eyeing the room and anyone else that seemed suspicious. "Everything okay hon? Need another refill?" she asked as she ran her hand across the back of his neck and shoulders. She could feel he was tense, but he always seemed tense physically. A good massage would help ease the strain he most likely was feeling Ashley thought to herself
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>08-03-2019, 14:47:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.readthesmiths.com/articles/Images/Entertainment/Idol/Katharine.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong><br>Lola<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>At the bar<br><strong>Time of day:</strong><br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Jasmine, Tom<br><br><hr><br>Lola made a bee-line for Tom's table.&nbsp; It was all she could do not to run, and she had to force herself to smile at her customers as she hurried past them, while trying not to look hurried!&nbsp; It was quite a feat of acting, but this wasn't the first time Lola had to put on a brave face to those around her, and it surely wouldn't be the last. Her mind was reeling after her discussion with the tall, dark, stranger, and not only because of the offer-come-threat he had made her.&nbsp; Sure, he had wrapped it up nicely and put a bow on it, but Lola hadn't come down in the last shower.&nbsp; She knew that people like King stopped at nothing to get what they wanted.&nbsp; But dammit, he wasn't getting Lola's!&nbsp; At least not while Lola lived and breathed.<br><br>Noticing Jasmine at Tom's table, Lola hesitated ever so slightly.&nbsp; She knew the cowboy had a soft spot for the girl, and she didn't want to intrude.&nbsp; However, Tom had invited her to sit by pushing out a chair, and Lord knew Lola needed to talk to someone she could trust.&nbsp; She loved all her girls like they were her own, but she didn't want to burden them with this just yet.&nbsp; The time would come, she knew, and they would need to be informed.&nbsp; But not before she had a clear idea of how she was going to handle the crisis.&nbsp; <em>Crisis?</em> Lola thought to herself.&nbsp; <em>Aren't you being a bit dramatic?</em><br><br>Perhaps.&nbsp; But right now, it felt like a crisis.<br><br>Lola gracefully sank into the stool across from Tom.&nbsp; She smiled up at Jasmine, trying not to let on that there was anything wrong.&nbsp; <br><br>"Jasmine, love...would you mind fetching me a cup of tea please?&nbsp; And a drink on the house for Tom, if he'd like another."&nbsp; She smiled up at the gorgeous blonde in what she hoped was her usual way.&nbsp; "Actually, make that a pot," Lola corrected as Jasmine sashayed away.&nbsp; This was definitely more of a pot of tea kind of night!<br><br>Once Jasmine was out of earshot, Lola turned her attention fully to Tom.<br><br>"Tom," she began, the gravity of the situation clearly visible on her still youthful face.&nbsp; "I think I have a problem, and I have a feeling it's more than I can handle on my own." She paused, casting her eyes towards the card table where Bella was very obviously flirting with Desmond.&nbsp; "Do you see that man over there?&nbsp; The dangerous looking one?&nbsp; Well, he's just baled me up at the bar and demanded I sell him the saloon!"&nbsp; Lola was trying to keep her voice low, but was not exactly succeeding.&nbsp; She took a slightly shuddering breath.&nbsp; "He's offered me a lot of money for it. Probably more than it's realistically worth, if I'm honest, but <em>Lola's</em> is more than just a tavern.&nbsp; It's my life!"<br><br>Tears welled in her dark eyes as she paused in an attempt to compose herself. She refused to give into the urge to bury her head in her hands.&nbsp; Appearances had to be kept up, after all, and she certainly didn't want the nefarious Desmond King knowing he had rattled her so badly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, Tom...what am I going to do?&nbsp; I can't single handedly fight someone like him!&nbsp; I'm a woman on my own, with girls who depend on me!"<br><br>Lola looked at Tom, her eyes pleading with him, hoping he could help in some way.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do you know anyone who would be willing to help us?&nbsp; I can pay them in silver.&nbsp; I just can't lose Lola's!"<br><br>To Lola's chagrin, a single tear rolled slowly down her left cheek.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-03-2019, 12:19:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Stairwell<br><br>Time of day: Night <br><br>Tagging: Belladonna, Lola, Robert<br></strong><br><br>Desmond was surprised at her insistence on pulling him towards the stairs. He had not yet planned on taking one of the girls to a private room just yet, but who was he to argue, especially when it came to an alluring young scarlet haired beauty? Grinning, he walked with her up the stairs, his free arm sliding around her slender waist while the other cradled the bottle of scotch and his empty glass. He glanced back to the main floor just in time to see Lola slide to Tom's table, and he caught the slightest gleam of light at the corner of her eye. Was she actually crying? The thought made him grin, and he decided he would spend the next few hours celebrating with the gorgeous woman on his arm. After all, there would be plenty of time to put pressure on Lola in the days to come, and the fact that he had made her cry from their very first meeting, a meeting that he thought he had been rather generous in, made him all the happier. <br><br><em>'If only you knew what you were in for, Lola...'</em> he thought, and grinned.<br><br>"Don't forget the beautiful women..." he replied, reaching down to squeeze her firm backside. "Believe it or not, tonight started as purely business. I came here with the intention of buying this place. But your lovely madame didn't seem too keen on the idea."<br><br>Reaching the top of the stairs, he pulled her toward him, pressing their bodies together, the much taller man looking down at her. She was stunning, the kind of woman no doubt many of these cowboys would sell their horse for. But Desmond was no mere cowboy, and he had known love only once in his entire life. After that, he had been sure to avoid it. Lust, however? Well, that was something far less complicated.<br><br>"But that can wait." he said. "After all, what is business without the pleasure to go along with it?"<br><br>He stepped back then, though he kept one hand on her hip, and looked out over the saloon. His gaze caught White Bear, and once the man returned his look, he changed his gaze to the card cheat. When he was sure that Robert had recognized the correct person, he nodded slightly, then hit the banister with the palm of his hand. Robert had been in his employ long enough to know what that meant, he knew, and satisfied that the card cheat would be dealt with, he turned his attention to the redhead.<br><br>"What about you?" he asked. "Did you come here for the fresh country air, or to find a cowboy to saddle up with? What's a fresh-off-the-glens Scot like you doing in a dustbowl like this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>09-03-2019, 20:10:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/11/c8/24/11c824175535546e73a3792a2ad57518.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose "Pretty Hawk"<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lovely Maiden</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Just the dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1f/d1/b6/1fd1b6e38459aab08f6e6be17ecbf266--saloon-girl-costumes-wild-west-party.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">these boots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.cattlekate.com/assets/store/products/cropped/jacquelyn_blkrs_front.jpg)</div></div> Hair is styled like in her picture.</div></div><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's Saloon<br><br><strong>Time of day: </strong>Evening<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Lola, Desmond and Belladonna<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robert, open.<br><br><hr><br><br><strong>{Robert}</strong> "Your Shoshone is beautiful," he said, "just like you. You need not be ashamed of it, at least around me. I find it fits you very well." <br><br>Rose blushed delicately as she fought to squash the maidenly bashfulness that threatened to spill out over the praise from such a handsome man… she’d seen plenty of handsome braves in her village, but… this Robert or ‘White Bear’ fellow… he had a certain allure to him, a spice of danger and yet a sort of tenderness all at the same time…<br><br>It made it very difficult to remember whom he had arrived with… that Desmond man, he had an aura and a look in his eyes that demanded caution… she sensed that one wrong step around that man could spell an individual’s doom…<br><br><strong>{Robert}</strong> "And thank you for the ale, it tastes good...better than other drinks I've had elsewhere." <br><br>Rose smiled politely and nodded as Robert’s voice brought her back to the here and now “I will pass your compliments to Lola, she will be pleased to hear of a customer’s satisfactory experience in our establishment”<br><br>Her observant gaze watched Robert take another swig from the tankard and then slid his dark gaze in the direction of Desmond King… whom had thankfully excused himself from Lola, but instead busied himself playing cards with Belladonna, which was fine and good… so long as he did nothing to harm her Scottish sister. <br><br>Desmond would find her knife in his chest if any harm came to any woman in this place… no one was going to do harm to her new home and her new family. No one.<br><br>Wait… did Lola look upset? Rose made a firm mental note to seek Lola out in private as soon as possible to check on her.<br><br>She found herself brought forth from her musings by Robert as she caught the subtle sound of his stomach beginning to give a tell tale grumble of hunger, it would appear the man had neglected to partake of any kind of breakfast before coming here to Lola’s.<br><br><strong>{Robert}</strong> "It seems I might be willing to order something to eat as well," he told her. "Do you have any suggestions on a small meal I can have?" <br><br>Rose nodded “We just prepared some roast rabbits that were brought in just last night, it’s roasted with cut up carrots and potatoes… will that suffice?”<br><br>After arriving here and realizing she was safe, Rose had shared some Shoshone hunting and trapping secrets with some male regulars that Lola trusted absolutely, they regularly brought some of their catches in to share as gratitude for the knowledge.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nandy</strong> on <strong>12-03-2019, 13:53:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Belladonna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's / Stairs<br><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Desmond, Lola<br><strong>Dress:</strong> <div class="floatright">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_6b79abde832e4be4bb37b76db73786a9~mv2.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sheer logistics.&nbsp; &nbsp;If he was upstairs, he wouldn't be spilling blood downstairs.&nbsp; "Well, you have to realize, this is more than a saloon for us, it's our home."&nbsp; &nbsp;She smiled at him as they continued upward, her own gaze following his to Lola as she moved to Tom's table.&nbsp; As they reached the upper landing, and he pulled her close, her free hand flattened against his chest as she looked up at him.&nbsp; A slow intake of breath gave her the mingled scents of whisky, tobacco, leather, and horse.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As for love, it was for fairy tales.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something poets spoke about, that was elusive and mythical.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nandy was entirely too practical to indulge in such fancies.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were no white knights on their gallant steeds out to rescue damsels in distress.&nbsp; If a woman wanted to be rescued, she'd damned well better have the wit and aim to do it herself.&nbsp; Absently, her fingers traced along the pattern of his vest, until he stepped back.&nbsp; &nbsp;As his gaze shifted once more, so too did hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;She only hoped the card cheat met his end out in the street.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or the alley at the very least.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Looking back at Desmond as he spoke again, she smiled.&nbsp; "That glittering promise of a better life, what more does one need to forge a new path?"&nbsp; The new path was only half the story, though, wasn't it always that way?&nbsp; Most people were running from as much as running to, and Nandy was no different.&nbsp; Her story was no different than any number of girls who found themselves working in saloons and brothels.&nbsp; &nbsp;The difference between the girl she was and the woman she is now, was simple.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a matter of choice.&nbsp; Here she made the rules, took the clients she wanted, didn't have men forced on her.&nbsp; The house got a cut of her earnings, sure, but it was a far cry better than being some rich man's puppet, owned by him, and passed around like a party favor.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I have no plans on being saddled, though I could be persuaded into a ride."&nbsp; Her lips curved up and then she was heading for her door, pausing to look back at him as she unlocked it and let the door swing inward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Velasterian</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 06:57:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/c8/c4/6bc8c424fca89a5f794ddde16f9ae2e3.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: White Bear (Robert)<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon<br><br>Time of day: Sunset/Evening<br><br>Tagging: Rose, Desmond, open<br></strong><br><br>The moment that Rose suggested a rabbit stew with sliced vegetables as a possible meal for Robert, the half-Shoshone man's eyes lit up. As much as he despised most of his earlier life living with his former tribe, he still held a small soft spot for the food of the people that raised him, and it had been ages since he had partaken in roast rabbit of any kind. And if the meal was prepared by Rose...well, how could he refuse such a generous offer?<br><br>"That sounds perfect, thank you," he said with an eager smile on his lips, and he watched quietly as the young Shoshone woman headed off to fulfill his order. With a bit of time to kill before Rose returned, Robert returned his gaze towards his boss, who was still playing cards with the fellas at the table. Or rather, it looked like Mr. King was finished with the table and was now instead interested in a young saloon woman wearing a green garment. He watched as his boss led this woman up the stairs to the second floor of the saloon, offering a very heavy suggestion of what Desmond was planning on enjoying.<br><br>Robert started to wonder if Rose might be similarly available for such activities, but his pondering was interrupted when Desmond's eyes turned to look at his. His muscles stiffening, Robert recognized that his boss wanted his attention, and he watched as Mr. King, using only his eyes, pointed to someone sitting at the table where Desmond had played cards earlier. That could only mean one thing, and Robert knew he had a job to do, a job he had done many times over the years to people who cheated at cards. All he needed was a signal on how to deal with him...<br><br>...and he got it. Desmond slapped the railing once before continuing on with his green-clad saloon girl. Robert smiled softly before turning his attention to the alleged cheater. This man was lucky; Desmond had only slapped the railing once. Two slaps, and Robert would've been instructed to kill this man. As it was, Robert was only asked to have a nice "talk" with the fella.<br><br>Recognizing he had some time before Rose returned with the roast rabbit, Robert calmly stood up from his seat and approached the table where the three gentlemen were still playing cards. The larger man that Desmond had identified as a cheater was smiling and laughing, while the other two looked bewildered and irritated at their streak of rotten luck. Robert waited for the current round of cards to finish before he stepped forward and placed a hand upon the alleged cheater's shoulder.<br><br>The man turned around and looked up at Robert, who was staring down at him with an unreadable expression. "Can I help you, young man?" the larger gentleman asked.<br><br>"You may indeed," Robert answered before addressing the rest of the table. "My apologies, gents, I need to borrow this man for a few minutes. I promise he'll come right back. Now if you'll follow me for a moment, sir..."<br><br>Before the larger gentleman could protest, Robert grabbed the man by the his coat and pulled him to his feet, then dragged him a short distance across the saloon floor to a relatively isolated part of the area. There they stopped so Robert could face the man, who looked flustered and on the verge of anger. "What is the meaning of this, young man? How dare you treat me so rudely and..."<br><br>Robert interrupted by reaching out and grabbing the man's right arm, just below his wrist. The large man immediately fell silent, because he saw the glimmer in Robert's eyes at recognizing what lay beneath that coat sleeve against his wrist. Robert knew what to look for when it came to amateur card cheaters, and this man was too predictable: not only did he have a coat sleeve pocket with a metallic card clip to keep cards from slipping out, but he could feel several cards already stashed inside. The man tried to yank his arm away, but Robert's iron grip kept him from doing so, and the half-Shoshone smiled at the man.<br><br>"I think we both know what you have inside your sleeve, don't we?""<br><br>The man nodded his head, his face growing pale.<br><br>"And I don't have to tell you that if I were to relay this information to those two gentlemen sitting at your table, they will not hesitate to take out some frustration on that fat face of yours, do I?"<br><br>Shaking his head, the cheater asked, "What...what do you want from me?"<br><br>"Oh, nothing...just half of your winnings," Robert answered. "The gentleman you played with earlier, Mr. Desmond King...he doesn't approve of being cheated out of his hard-earned money, good sir. You're lucky he caught you in a good mood, or else we'd be having this conversation outside somewhere near an unmarked grave that will be filled by your portly carcass. But if you were to...'donate' half of your winnings, I could be persuaded to overlook this little incident. Are we in agreement?"<br><br>As he spoke, Robert made sure to squeeze the man's wrist incredibly hard, making clear his strength and how much he could hold himself in a proper fight. Robert didn't have any guns on him, but he had his fists and a knife, and in close-quarters like this, they were far deadlier than any firearm. The large man winced loudly at the squeezing of his wrist, and recognizing that he had no other way out of this situation without being exposed, he quickly acquiesced.<br><br>"Okay, okay...half of my winnings...just don't tell anyone about this, please..."<br><br>Robert laughed softly. "My lips are sealed, good sir...so long as you never show you face in front of Mr. King ever again. And I have a good memory, so don't test me."<br><br>"I won't, I won't. But, ah...how shall I explain me giving away half my winnings to you? The others at the table won't like it..."<br><br>"Think of something," Robert answered simply.<br><br>With that, Robert finally let go of the man, who was shaking visibly as he rubbed his hand where Robert had grabbed him. The card clip and the cards had been bent due to the force of the grip, so they were no longer useful. Trying to calm himself down, the large man made his way back to the table, where the other two participants were impatiently awaiting his return. They tried asking the large man what he had talked to Robert about, but he didn't answer immediately; instead, he reached for his chips and counted out an amount equally to half of his win total, then gave that pile of chips to Robert, who graciously pocketed them inside his coat.<br><br>As Robert walked away, the other two men loudly protested to the larger man, who tried stammering out an excuse about wanting to donate to the poor, unfortunate Native who wanted to help out his downtrodden tribe. Robert had to roll his eyes at that story - if only the man knew how much White Bear <em>hated</em> his former tribe - but he stopped listening as he returned to his table. With any luck, Rose would be out soon with the roasted rabbit, if she wasn't already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 10:49:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Upstairs Room<br><br>Time of day: Night <br><br>Tagging: Belladonna<br></strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300351.msg14749935#msg14749935">Quote from: Nandy on 12-03-2019, 13:53:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I have no plans on being saddled, though I could be persuaded into a ride."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Desmond grinned as she swung the door inward, and peered back at him with a coy smile. Never one to pass up an opportunity, either for business or pleasure, the man followed. Once inside, he closed the door after them, and set the bottle of scotch and his empty glass on a nearby dresser. He poured himself another glass, and sipped from it slowly, before setting it back down. He removed his hat, then his coat, hanging both on a chair near the bed, and turned, moving slowly through the darkness toward Belladonna. <br><br>"This is your home..." he said, his hands sliding to her hips and pulling her close once more. "And I would never take it from you."<br><br>He kissed her then, deeply, one hand rising to the back of her neck, the other sliding to the small of her back. She was small and delicate beneath his touch, almost fragile. She could break easily, if that's what he wanted, but Desmond was never one to destroy something that could prove valuable to him. Everything, and subsequently, everyone, had a purpose, a use, and only a fool would do dispose of something that he might one day need.<br><br>"But I want you..." he said, though it was unclear if he meant at that moment or something else. He slid his hands up the front of her dress, feeling the satin beneath his fingertips and the soft flesh beneath. It was all he could do to stop himself from ripping the dress from her body, shredding the fabric like some beast to get to the skin beneath. Instead, he slid his hands around behind her, his fingers working at loosening the draw strings that kept the garment tight to her bosom.<br><br>"Tell me your name..." he said, leaning in to kiss her once more. "What do the cowboys call you, sweetheart?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nandy</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 12:08:23</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Belladonna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's / Belladonna's room<br><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Desmond<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300351.msg14759680#msg14759680">Quote from: Mr Self Destruct on 17-03-2019, 10:49:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Tell me your name..." he said, leaning in to kiss her once more. "What do the cowboys call you, sweetheart?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Once Desmond was in, and the door was closed, she locked it, to make certain no one, drunk or otherwise, would burst in on them.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd barely had time to set the glass down, when he was taking her into his arms.&nbsp; &nbsp; She'd be lying if she said she wasn't moved by it, both the kiss and the way he held her.&nbsp; Her own hands were popping open the buttons of his vest, then his shirt, her hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders as she looked up at him.&nbsp; <br><br>He was ruggedly handsome, and every bit the man that young women dreamed of, and parents dreaded.&nbsp; His questions were answered, between kisses.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Nandy..."&nbsp; her lips parted, his lower lip caught between hers in another kiss as she answered the second half of that question.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Belladonna."&nbsp; The man was kissing her senseless, as both her pulse and her breath quickened.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he freed the laces of her gown, she dropped her arms, letting the weight of the satin fall to the floor in a puddle at her feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;She still had entirely too many clothes on, but then so too did he.<br><br>Her hands lifted once more, sliding beneath his shirt&nbsp; and slipping up and over his shoulders to slip the garments free of him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was up on her toes, literally, a slight kick given to free herself of the gown as one hand slid up the back of his neck and into his hair.&nbsp; Her other hand slid over his shoulder and over the muscle of his chest before sliding down his side to his waist, nails lightly raking his skin as she tried to pull him closer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>18-03-2019, 18:54:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Upstairs Room<br><br>Time of day: Night <br><br>Tagging: Belladonna<br></strong><br><br>"Belladonna..." he said, tasting her name on his lips. He smiled. "That will do."<br><br>Without another word, he kissed her again, her eager nails on his flesh heightening the passion he already felt. She was almost weightless beneath him, a tender and gentle thing, everything a woman should be in a man's grasp. But he sensed something else within her, something that her flirtatious smile and insistent kisses tried to hide. She was hungry. Hungry for him, there was no doubt about that, but hungry for something more. Did she want out of the saloon, he wondered? Did she want out of the life that saw her pressed up against a stranger in the darkness of an upstairs room?<br><br>His hands slid down, and he undid his thick leather gun belt, letting it drop with a thud to the wooden floor. His dark pants soon joined them, along with his boots. His body was hard beneath her touch, all of him, and his desire began showing itself along her bare thigh, teasing her with a surprising girth. His hands moved back to her flesh, sliding up her lean, soft stomach to cup her breasts, and he caressed them eagerly, and a bit roughly, the man making no attempt at easing her along. This was a business transaction, after all, and he was nothing if not the consummate businessman.<br><br>Breaking his lips from hers, he let one hand slide to the back of her neck, and he pressed his lips to the other side, his teeth grazing her flesh. He wanted to taste her, all of her, and know her in a way that very few of the men downstairs did and all wished they had. His lips led a trail of stubbled caresses along her soft skin, the man slowly easing her back and toward the lone bed in the room. It had been some time since he had last lain with a woman, but he had not lost any of his desire, or his eagerness to please.<br><br>"How much?" he asked, pausing briefly enough with his ministrations to ask the question. "What's a man have to pay to have a lusty Scot warm his bed for the night?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nandy</strong> on <strong>19-03-2019, 08:08:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Belladonna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's / Belladonna's room<br><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Desmond<br><hr> <br>As he shed his clothes, she shed the remainder of hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;And no, she didn’t normally strip completely down, but then most weren’t anything like the man before her.&nbsp; His hands on her skin left gooseflesh in their wake, her body coming alive under his touch.&nbsp; As for her wants and desires, there were a lot of things going through her mind, none of them centered on getting out of that room any time soon. Walking back with him as he moved toward the bed, she clung to him, until her knees touched the edge and then she was drifting back, her hands eager to pull him along with her.<br><br>One hand reached to stroke him, despite the fact that it wasn’t needed to get him ready, and yes, there was a moment of almost panic as she caught sight of him, but it was quickly quashed with another kiss.&nbsp; One foot hooked around the back of his leg to draw him near as her hands slid up and over his shoulders, nails raking skin as they went.<br><br>“The whole night?”&nbsp; Surprised, pleasantly so, she smiled up at him.&nbsp; “Thirty dollars and I’m all yours, until dawn.&nbsp; I’ll even get you breakfast in bed.”&nbsp; Breakfast, lunch if he wanted to stay a bit longer.&nbsp; “How does that sound?”&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that she was haggling price, no, she was haggling breakfast.&nbsp; &nbsp;Out of that thirty dollars, fifteen percent would go to Lola.&nbsp; &nbsp;And then she still had rent on the room to pay out weekly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>27-03-2019, 19:52:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Upstairs Room<br><br>Time of day: Night <br><br>Tagging: Belladonna<br></strong><br><br>Desmond smiled, a wolfish grin, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room. He kissed her again in reply, his hands rising to squeeze her breasts, his hunger growing. His fingers found her nipples, and he began teasing them, gently, though he wanted to be much rougher. It simply would not do for the first girl he sampled at Lola's lovely establishment to be telling tales of a night in the grip of a horrible sadist, although he was curious if she had any in her employ that would enjoy such an evening. Regardless, he kept himself in control, although only barely, his grip a bit tighter than it would be were he a normal lover.<br><br>Pushing her back onto the bed, he crawled atop her, his much larger frame hovering over her like a wolf ready to strike. His pressed his lips to her neck, his teeth grazing her flesh once more, and worked his way lower, slowly, to tease her collar bone. But his patience did not last long, however, and he slid his tongue across one taut nipple, his hand teasing the other. He wanted her, then and there, but Desmond was a man that liked to take his time, and after paying for the entire night, there was no need to rush. <br><br>Slowly, he slid a hand down her long, lean torso, her soft flesh raising his passion all the more. She was fragile beneath his fingers, but not weak. Someone in her line of work rarely was, and although the profession was never something he frequented, there were times when he did enjoy dabbling in their wares. Teasing the inside of her thighs, he kissed her once more, and as he did, his fingers caressed her slit, teasing her moist center, a low moan passing from his lips.<br><br>"It's a pity we only have one night..." he said, breaking from the kiss. "I could enjoy you for many nights to come, Nandy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 07:00:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/11/c8/24/11c824175535546e73a3792a2ad57518.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose "Pretty Hawk"<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lovely Maiden</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Just the dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1f/d1/b6/1fd1b6e38459aab08f6e6be17ecbf266--saloon-girl-costumes-wild-west-party.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">these boots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.cattlekate.com/assets/store/products/cropped/jacquelyn_blkrs_front.jpg)</div></div> Hair is styled like in her picture.</div></div><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's Saloon<br><br><strong>Time of day: </strong>Evening<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Lola, the girls<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robert, open.<br><br><hr><br>Carrying a wooden tray with a bowl of the hot rabbit stew, a quarter of freshly baked sliced bread and a fresh tankard of ale, Rose made her way back to Robert’s table… only to see him just sitting back down and… some men at another table looking a little bit flustered… had she missed something?<br><br>The Shoshone maiden shrugged and approached the table, setting the tray down in front of Robert “The stew was recently rewarmed and the bread was baked fresh this morning, I fetched it&nbsp; for Lola from the bakery this morning myself. The meal will cost&nbsp; twenty five cents, sir”<br><br>It was rather difficult to avoid staring at the man… Rose had met her fair share of men, especially since she began working here at Lola’s, but still… Lola and her adoptive family here had always made certain that her maidenhood was never in jeopardy until she chose to part with it and… she’d never really experience the pricking heat of bashful attraction that she felt blooming in her cheeks ever since this handsome Shoshone had approached her.<br><br>She felt at a loss of what to say next… she wanted to linger in his presence a bit longer, but she didn’t want to give the impression that she was offering anything more than conversation… that could change in time, perhaps… but at the moment, she did not know Robery ‘White Bear’ well enough to make that kind of decision and not regret it later.<br><br>“Can I do anything else for you, sir?” She inquired “I should probably see to some of the other tables, that is, if you need nothing further”<br><br>What was she doing? What if he dismissed her? What other excuses could she come up with to talk to him again? She could wait till he finished his ale, but this was his second one… she wasn’t sure she would much fancy his company as much if he were three sheets to the wind...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Velasterian</strong> on <strong>04-04-2019, 04:04:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/c8/c4/6bc8c424fca89a5f794ddde16f9ae2e3.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character: White Bear (Robert)<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon<br><br>Time of day: Sunset/Evening<br><br>Tagging: Rose, open<br></strong><br><br>By the time Robert had returned to his table, Desmond seemed to have disappeared altogether somewhere upstairs, no doubt sharing the company of the woman he had been seen with earlier. The boss was said to be pretty good at enticing women to his bed, and Robert had seen it happen enough times to believe the stories about him. He wondered if this Lola woman might eventually fall victim to Mr. King's rugged charm as well, or if she might require more...persuasive methods. Personally, Robert would prefer the latter not happen, but if she stood in Mr. King's way, a good looking woman like her would not be immune to a direct order given by Desmond King.<br><br>His thoughts on work were interrupted when the Shoshone maiden Rose returned from the kitchen, bringing with her a bowl of warm rabbit stew. The scent tickled Robert's nose, bringing back some of the more pleasant memories of his time with his tribe, and when he picked up a spoon and put a small sample of the stew inside his mouth, he couldn't prevent a satisfied moan escaping his lips.<br><br>"It is delicious," he said sincerely towards Rose, his fingers reaching into his coin purse to pull out several coins that reached the indicated price. "Here you go," he said as he held out the coins towards her and placed them directly in her outstretched hand, allowing him to touch her palm for just the briefest of moments. She felt warm to the touch, just like the smile on her lips and the fire in her eyes. He wondered what the rest of her felt like...<br><br>A small pause filled with silence followed the payment for the stew, and during that time Robert couldn't tear his eyes away from Rose. She looked like she was waiting for him to say something, and honestly, he did want to say something because he didn't want her to leave. He honestly had no more reason to keep her nearby, since she had brought him drinks and food, but she was so beautiful, so captivating, that he wanted her to remain nearby, even if it was just to sit with him. But he knew he couldn't just make her sit down with him and not say anything, especially while she was working.<br><br>Maybe he could pay her to share some company with him, like Mr. King had done with that other woman? But did Rose go for that sort of thing? Honestly, he didn't know, and he didn't want to risk having her slap him in the face because of it, an experience he was unfortunately all too familiar with. However, he realized there were other things that could be bought besides the opportunity to share a bed...<br><br>Rose interrupted the silence by asking him if there was anything else she could do for him. Without hesitating, Robert nodded and reached into his coin purse again. "Yes, there is," he said as he pulled out a few coins, adding to an amount more substantial than the cost of the stew, and placed the coins on the table, sliding them towards her. "You could sit down with me and share your company."<br><br>He let go of the coins and placed his hands in his lap as he looked up at her, his face remaining stoic with the exception of his eyes staring intently at her beautiful form. "It's not often I get the chance to meet a woman like you, Rose, and if I have to pay for the right to learn more about you, then I shall do so." He waited for her answer, unsure if she would even go for such a simple request or not, but he was more than willing to lay out his interest in her in the process.<br><br>Robert had done far more uncomfortable things before...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nandy</strong> on <strong>04-04-2019, 09:53:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Belladonna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's / Belladonna's room<br><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Desmond<br><hr> A shame indeed.&nbsp; The way the man was teasing her senses, sending them into overdrive, it might be a good thing one night was all they had.&nbsp; &nbsp;At least until she had time to recover.&nbsp; As his hand moved lower, her breath caught, hands practically cawing at him to pull him closer, even as her legs wrapped around him.&nbsp; Her spine rolled, body moving in a sinuous arch to him and as his fingers teased the center of her, her back bowed,&nbsp; heels digging into his back.<br><br>Her lips found the flesh of his neck and shoulder, kissing, suckling as her hips rocked to his hand, a smile touched her lips as she looked up at him, eyes half lidded, in pleasure.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Well, we do have breakfast..."&nbsp; Her own hand teased, closing around him, stroking in time with the tease of his fingers.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>07-04-2019, 14:46:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br><br>Location: Lola's Saloon - Upstairs Room<br><br>Time of day: Night <br><br>Tagging: Belladonna<br></strong><br><br>The woman's gentle caress along his shaft brought him to full arousal, eliciting a small moan that was almost a growl. His lips slid along her neck again, teeth grazing her flesh, and he felt himself throbbing hungrily in her hand. He increased his own rhythm, his eager fingers growing wet with her building desire, and finally at the end of his patience, he pressed forward, lowering her to the bed. <br><br>Climbing atop her like a wolf ready for the kill, Desmond wasted no time, pushing past her delicate slit with his rigid girth. Her velvety opening slid like silk along his flesh, and he repressed a shiver of ecstasy that nonetheless had flesh along his arms rising in tiny little bumps of ecstasy. He pushed his hips forward as far as they would go, feeling the tightness of the young woman's body envelop him, and this time he did growl, one hand rising to wrap around the back of her slender neck, holding her in place. <br><br>He began rocking his hips back and forth, rolling them in a deep and steady rhythm, his dark eyes watching her face as he did. He longed to see the desire and pleasure on her features that would surely mirror his own. If the young woman had been with many men during her time at Lola's, he could not tell. She was as fresh to him as a girl her age should be, and he relished the idea of being the first to claim her, however unlikely that might be. He was a conquistador eager to lay claim to every part of her flesh, to claim her as his own, even if only for one night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nandy</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 17:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Belladonna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lola's / Belladonna's room<br><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Desmond<br><hr><br>Primitive, raw, every nerve was awakened, every sense overwhelmed.&nbsp; &nbsp;That initial push was met with a parting of her lips, a gasp of breath, an arching of her spine.&nbsp; Her hips rolled to his, her gaze meeting his own, locked there, unable to look away if she'd wanted to.&nbsp; She was lost in the pleasure he wrought, and her nails raked his skin as her heels dug into his ass, drawing her up to meet each thrust of his hips.<br><br>If he wanted to see the desire and pleasure he instilled etched on her face, he most certainly got his wish.&nbsp; Her thighs were already beginning to quiver, the raised flesh of her skin mirroring his own as a shiver of ecstasy coursed along her spine.&nbsp; He wasn't the first man she'd taken to her bed, but he was the first man to elicit such a response.&nbsp; <br><br>The possessive hold at the back of her neck only enhanced the sensations he was creating, sending a jolt of pleasure racing through her core, and had her resorting to her native tongue.&nbsp; "a Dhia m' anam!"&nbsp; Directly, God preserve us, but much the equivalent of Oh God!&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>22-04-2019, 03:17:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/93/f1/4393f166030eaa580d7f3dd73708f07e.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Tallulah DeBois <br><strong>Location:</strong> Back Stage <br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Night <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open <br><br><hr>Something funny, something risque and a lullaby. That was the strict set Sam had in place for her the nights she performed. The funny usually done in the earlier hours to give the punters good chuckle and ready for another drink. This evening she had donned a poor altered old suit of his, graced herself with a charcoal mustache and belted out ‘Second Hand Aristocrat’. At one point she even tripped over a cane. On purpose. When Sam had suggested it in rehearsal she had asked he didn’t just throw a pie in her face? He had threatened to do just that if she didn’t stay on her mark for the chorus. <br>&nbsp;<br><em>This coat, I wear, belonged I declare <br>To Joe Chamberlain once on a time <br>The great Duke of Devonshire's pants I've got on <br>And Lord Raspberry's suit suits me prime <br>These gloves were worn by the Marquis of Lorne <br>And I'm wearing Lord Balfour's old hat <br>And I'm smoking a 'topper' of Rothchild's cigar <br>I'm a second-hand aristocrat.</em> <br><br>She’d be singing that in her sleep for weeks, but it was better than what he had lined up for the risque number of the evening. <br>&nbsp;<br>The risque was also more often than not humorous as well, often about naughty ladies stuffed full of double entendre,&nbsp; but it was later in the night when the drink had the crowd in an uproar. Tonight’s ditty was unbearably British. While Tallulah now found herself at the mercy of Columbia she kept some aspects of her home close to her heart. Her English was perfect but she kept enough of an accent and dropped enough monsieur, mon deur and mon amours to make sure these American savages knew she was worth her 75 cents. She also still despised anything that stank of that dreadful island Great Britain. Some days that excluded Sam, with his graying temples and ancient London slang. Tonight may not have been one of them, as the second song was about a English bigamist who seduced men while bathing and whose refrain warned young men that you ‘can’t judge the marmalade by the label on the jar’. She had told them early in their artistic partnership that she would quit if he ever made her sing about girls named Sally or bicycles. He had been true to his word, but delighted in finding new ways to affront her sense of taste. This evenings line up a prime example. <br><br>“She does that when I’m on stage, I’m plucking her bald,” She told Sam as she watched Babydoll maker her unsteady debut from behind the curtain. <br><br>“Easy now luv, I’m sure the miss is just clumsy,” Sam responded, his fingers flipping over the sheet music to make sure it was in the right order for the evening. <br><br>“That gag so old it’s got whiskers,” Tallulah, now dressed in her usual fare of sparkling gowns trimmed in ostrich feathers put the back of a pale white hand on her forehead and stumbled backward, straining against the confines of her gown so that her bosom resembled alpine peaks “Monsieur please, you overwhelm me, take my hand.” <br>Sam was still looking at the sheets and ignored her on her tottering heels. She loudly cleared her throat. <br><br>“I do see you,” he told her, “What I don’t see is your closing number.” <br><br>“Humph, I’ll tell Miss Lola I need a new piano player. You’re immune to my charms, what good are you?” <br><br>“I play in your key,” he told her, “Now dammit all to hell, where could that have gone? These things aren’t cheap you know.” <br><br>Did she ever. They waited for months for new music. Whatever his cousins down the East End sent to their family in New York, who put together care packages that rambled over the frontier to reach to their doors. At that point the music may have been out of fashion but it was new to the boys here and that was all that mattered. The point being that it was new and she wasn’t forced to perform the same number more that than twice. She wasn’t Miss Lola, she doubted she could bring the house down every night with a sweet rendition of ‘Clementine’. <br><br>“What does it matter? I know it by heart, you know it by heart. I do nothing but sing for you, day and night.” <br><br>“That’s not true now is it Miss. You also do private performances for those with more money than brains.” Tallulah smiled wolfishly and laid her large fan made up of black ostrich feathers in a gilded holder heavily against his chest, “They don’t play in my key.” He batted it away from his chest, “I should get there and you’ve got five minutes before you’re on stage. Don’t disappoint.” <br><br>Tallulah pulled back, straightened her dress and looked down her lashes, “I never do.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>22-04-2019, 06:18:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.readthesmiths.com/articles/Images/Entertainment/Idol/Katharine.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong><br>Lola<br><strong>Location:</strong><br>At the bar<br><strong>Time of day:</strong><br>Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Robert, Rose, Tallulah<br><br><hr><br>A slight disturbance in the bar drew Lola's attention.&nbsp; It's unlikely any of the patrons would have noticed, possibly none of her staff, either.&nbsp; But Lola was acutely attuned to the atmosphere in her saloon, and even the slightest change did not escape her notice. The young Indian man who was apparently in the employ of Desmond King was talking to Bill, with whom Mr King had been playing cards.&nbsp; Lola watched the pair closely.&nbsp; If there was even a sniff of trouble, they would both be thrown out and told never to return. <br><br>"Excuse me, Tom,"&nbsp; Lola smiled softly at the cowboy across from her.&nbsp; "It seems my attention is required elsewhere.&nbsp; We can continue this later, if that's alright?"<br><br>Lola rose from the small table in the corner, and began drifting in the direction of the two men, who appeared to be deep in conversation.&nbsp; The Indian had hold of Bill's wrist, and from the look on the older man's face, it was a tight grip indeed.&nbsp; Their voices were being kept low, and although Lola couldn't hear what was being said, she was sure Bill was being threatened in some way.&nbsp; Lola wasn't having any of that.&nbsp; How dare Desmond King and his henchman waltz in here and intimidate her customers!&nbsp; Just who the hell did these people think they were?<br><br>Before Lola could get across the floor to the men, however, they returned to the card table.&nbsp; Lola paused at the bar, assessing the ongoing interaction between the pair.&nbsp; Whatever problem there had been seemed to have been resolved.&nbsp; Bill re-joined the game, and the Indian went back to his table, albeit with some of Bill's silver.&nbsp; Lola's brow furrowed slightly.&nbsp; Something odd had obviously occurred, but she decided to leave it be for now, and talk to Bill at a later time.&nbsp; The Indian seemed happy enough to let the matter rest, and Mr King was being well entertained upstairs, so perhaps sleeping dogs should be left to lie. For now.<br><br>The arrival of Rose and a bowl of hot stew at the Indian's table appeared to put the matter entirely to rest.&nbsp; The look on his face as he gazed up at the beautiful maiden told Lola she would need to keep an eye on that one.&nbsp; She wouldn't have someone who was in the employ of a snake like Desmond King break the heart of her dearest friend.&nbsp; <em>No siree</em>, she thought to herself.&nbsp; Another thought crossed her mind, however....but she dismissed it immediately.&nbsp; Perhaps things would come to that eventually, but it would be an absolute last resort.&nbsp; She would never willingly put Rose in danger.<br><br>"Hank," she called for her barman.&nbsp; "Have you got the time?&nbsp; Tallulah must be just about to do her second set."&nbsp; Lola loved watching the French woman work.&nbsp; She was a seasoned professional, and a big part of the reason Lola's was so popular. None of the other saloons in town could boast entertainment even half as good as Tallulah.&nbsp; "And I'll have a glass of sweet tea, please."<br><br>Despite the predicament she found herself in, and not having had the opportunity to talk it through properly with Tom, Lola put on her best happy face.&nbsp; There was no point in worrying anyone else at this point.&nbsp; And as always, the 'show' must go on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lola's - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>26-05-2019, 23:49:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CKSebHiWoAASsA2.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Tallulah DeBois <br>Location: The Bar<br>Time of day: Night <br>Tagging: Open, Babydoll, Lola, Pippi&nbsp; <br></strong><br>Tallulah didn’t know that anything was off until she had finished her second set. It wasn’t until she was ensconced at the bar, a glass of sarsaparilla in hand, trying to size up a punter with enough coin to make it worth the effort of getting out of her dress and the scent of a night going sour made her crinkle her nose. She hadn’t noticed it during her risque number, but the world often looked rosy when viewing it from a distance. Her number hit all the marks it was supposed to, their eyes bugged when she showed skin as her glittery dress dripped off to reveal a tight bathing costume, and they were singing the chorus by the end of the song:<br><br><em>She looked a perfect lady, in style and manner too <br>She wore the latest hat, and a patent leather shoe <br>But let this be a warning to young men near and far <br>You can't judge the marmalade by the label on the jar. </em><br><br>Now, sipping amongst the rabble, Tallulah could feel the pressing form of an unseen threat on her neck. Thankfully her expression unless provoked was one of a placid lake and none of her trepidation showed. She politely turned down several of the men who would leave mud stained hand prints so ingrained not even their silver could erase them. One of these days a man would come in and order a bottle of champagne and on that day, she would pull out all the stops and show the crowd what they had been missing. <br><br>For the time being, she sipped her drink and leaned against the bar like a marble statue of a goddess. Unapproachable but demanding of tribute. The only sign that she might human was a quick sneer to the new girl who a had tripped earlier and softly murmured ‘You may use my room tonight, if you need,” to Pippi, who hovered about the girl like a mama polecat. She wouldn’t have time before the lullaby and Sam’s voice was already in her head ‘If somethins&nbsp; off, you don’t roll’. <br>
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