[Center][b][color=ec008c]Shelby Jackson – S&W Weaponry/Home [/color][/b][/center]


Shelby caught herself staring at Eliza while smirked after tossing her top in the floor. It was like a tease, as Shelby just wanted to be with her for once. Waylon yelled up the stairs and brought up a young woman named Mary whom had cared for Eliza's horse. “I'm sorry, I'm still really out of it.” Eliza's face was starting to blush, “Thank you for taking care of my horse. We've been through alot together. I take it you're familiar with them?”

"I am", Mary replied, "We had several when I was growing up. folks around here don't seem to have ever seen one, so I decided I'd take care of him." she then added, "Cleaned him and your saddle up, too." She then stepped up to the bed and took the saddlebags off her shoulder and set them on the bed next to her. "Here are your things", Mary said, "I had to borrow your gear for the horse and leather, but I didn't disturb anything else. I can continue to look after him for you until you get better...if you want."

Shelby furrowed her brow, “Where are you from Mary? I only ask because I've only ever seen horses out west. I mean, that's not to say they aren't anywhere else, just curious.”

Waylon enjoyed the peek he had of Eliza, he didn't have to wonder why Shelby was attracted to her. He toed the floor as Mary and Eliza spoke, pushing thoughts of the two women being together. He had been thinking for quite some time that he may be ready to settle down. Never before had he been presented with the opportunity but now outside of Calypso and her empire he would be able to explore the option. He cleared his throat, “Well ladies, if you'll excuse me I believe there's a beer calling for me over to the diner.”

Shelby flashed him a look, “Whatever...bring back a couple would ya?.

“What else for your order Miss?” Waylon acted like he was scribbling into a order pad, “You still want one of those witchcraft books?”

“Ha ha ha, very funny Waylon,” Shelby flipped him off, “That last book was full of shit, that witch shit is just a bunch of bullshit like Calypso was. Not saying it wouldn't be pretty amazing to actually do stuff like I've read, but that's just a pipe dream.”

He flipped her off back, “I'll be back when I'm back.”

“We'll be waiting with baited breath,” she waved him off, “So...are either of you hungry? Thirsty? I have snacky stuff and some Nuka Colas in the fridge.”

Waylon stopped outside the door and lit up a cigarette, he shook his head happy to be out of the shop able to have a little time to clear his head. He began walking up to the diner when as he was passing the clinic he noticed a tall blonde woman. He took a quick glance and nodded, “Nice night tonight,” he offered his hand, “I'm Waylon.”