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[center][color=#837E7C][b]MENTIONS:[/b] All y'all losers[/color] [/center]
[color=#837E7C]Simon was finally off of her. Thank God. She didn't know what the hell he [i]told[/i] her when he finally got off, but before she could even question him, someone yanked on her foot. Jules' eyes widened when she realized that Donny was quite literally [i]dragging her[/i] to the saloon. What could she even say in this situation? What could she even [i]do[/i]? It wasn't like she was able to get up at the moment; she was still dazed out of her mind. Just when she gathered the energy to curse him out, her head was met with the edge of one of the saloon's steps. Pain seared fresh across her forehead. [color=#41A317][i][b]"ARGH, FUCK YOU!"[/b][/i][/COLOR] she cried out as she reached a hand up to cradle her head, her voice a mixture of exasperation and anger. [i]God[/i], what was wrong with these people? Was she the only one around here with half a brain, save for that man who soothed the vicious cowboy?

Fortunately for Jules, Donny's parading of her body didn't last too long. She laid on the floor for a moment or two, her eyes narrowed at Donny's taunt from above, before she suddenly sat up. Her hat, which miraculously stayed on top of her head for the whole time, cast a dark shadow over her eyes as she lifted herself from the ground. Slowly, she dusted herself off from as much dirt and grit as she could. [color=#41A317][i]Breathe Jules. Just... breathe. Go to your happy place. [/i][/color] No matter how many times she repeated this to herself, it was [i]hard.[/i] It wasn't even the second stage yet and she was already on the brink. Raising a hand, she touched her nose. It hurt like a bitch, and judging from how crooked it was, it was definitely broken. She gripped it between her fingers and grit her teeth, yanking on it and setting it back in place. [color=#41A317][b]"You just [i]have[/i] to be annoying, don't you, kid?"[/b][/color] Jules muttered towards her "student", pushing her way past him and toward the bar. 

Ah, yes, there were free drinks. Even though she was in pain, Jules was grateful. She sat down near the middle of the table, taking the glass and immediately tipping it against her lips. The alcohol was fruity and it burned as she gulped it down. It tasted nice and cold, soothing her as she... wait. Was who was in front of her actually who she thought it was? The murderous man with the demon horse! Suddenly, the liquid caught in her throat and caused her to splutter and cough up the whiskey [i]all[/i] over Joseppi. 

Oh. Oh God.

A giggle spurred forth. Then a laugh. Then a string of laughs as Jules lost her bearings for a second. It was reflex, you see. Something that came out from deep in her chest and released itself into the world. Then, as soon as it started, it stopped and left Jules deathly pale. [color=#41A317][b]"A-ah, [i]excusi, signore,"[/i][/b][/color] she murmured out as she reached toward Joseppi and attempted to brush off the liquid she had spit over his clothing. [color=#41A317][b]"It burned more on the way down more than I thought it would! Hahahahaha!"[/b][/color] She glanced down at her empty glass and held it out, giving the tall, dark man a broad grin. [color=#41A317][b]"More, [i]per favore?"[/i][/b][/color] [/color]