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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
"I don't know what I need to be honest Miss," Johnny replied back, noticing her small panicked changes. He sighed, hoping for maybe something simpler. "I have a loaded Colt Dragoon under my jacket in two brass knuckles tucked in my shirt pocket. I absolutely do no plan on using them tonight, you hear?"
Johnny returned to his seat, slouching back with a sulking thud. He didn't want a thankless whore to keep him company or more drink to repress how he really felt. He wasn't a religious man, but all he wanted to do was repent his sins. Get the poisonous truth out of his system before it killed him.
"Miss Rose, you've shown me kindness few have shown me before. I don't want nothing from you but time. I am a a man worth his wait in sin and I just need to get some of it out, I suppose. If you wish to decline, I mighty understand. No harm, no foul."
Johnny returned to his seat, slouching back with a sulking thud. He didn't want a thankless whore to keep him company or more drink to repress how he really felt. He wasn't a religious man, but all he wanted to do was repent his sins. Get the poisonous truth out of his system before it killed him.
"Miss Rose, you've shown me kindness few have shown me before. I don't want nothing from you but time. I am a a man worth his wait in sin and I just need to get some of it out, I suppose. If you wish to decline, I mighty understand. No harm, no foul."
"Miss Rose," Johnny replied, "do you know anything about the O'Hennessey Brothers? 'Snake' and 'Rat' O'Hennessey ring any bells? People say they killed forty men blazing a damned trail from the East all the way to Oklahoma."
He got up, holding an empty glass as if it was the last thing he could grab before falling into an empty abyss. He needed to get up, get on his feet for a moment. A small intelligent part of his brain told him to shut his trap and run, but he honesty had to come clean to someone.
"It was actually sixty, Mis Rose. I killed fifty-three of them. I am 'Rat' O'Hennessey, and I don't know what to do."
He got up, holding an empty glass as if it was the last thing he could grab before falling into an empty abyss. He needed to get up, get on his feet for a moment. A small intelligent part of his brain told him to shut his trap and run, but he honesty had to come clean to someone.
"It was actually sixty, Mis Rose. I killed fifty-three of them. I am 'Rat' O'Hennessey, and I don't know what to do."
"Well Miss, my question may be short but it comes with a, what was that word James used, 'ethical' deepeness I suppose," Johnny began, keeping his slurry drunken voice low. "Do you, Miss Rose, think that a man who had killed can be good man?"
In his less then proficiently state, Johnny say the need to ease Rose into the situation. Screaming, "HEY EVERYBODY, I'M A FUCKING WANTED FELONY AND MURDERER!", was probably not his best bet. A sheriff, a deputy, and enough rough looking strangers to make Billy the Kid piss his panties would probably make short work of a drunken nobody.
Johnny felt guilty for what he'd done, over an amount of time too like and vile to recount. James always said he was proud of his little brother, but then again James also threaten to kill him on more then one occasion. In reality Johnny was in a bad state of mind with booze or not, a mixed bag of bloodlust and regret.
In his less then proficiently state, Johnny say the need to ease Rose into the situation. Screaming, "HEY EVERYBODY, I'M A FUCKING WANTED FELONY AND MURDERER!", was probably not his best bet. A sheriff, a deputy, and enough rough looking strangers to make Billy the Kid piss his panties would probably make short work of a drunken nobody.
Johnny felt guilty for what he'd done, over an amount of time too like and vile to recount. James always said he was proud of his little brother, but then again James also threaten to kill him on more then one occasion. In reality Johnny was in a bad state of mind with booze or not, a mixed bag of bloodlust and regret.
Johnny was drunk in a bad way. An endless supply of most likely watered down drink had him slouched face first on the bar, humming all ranch songs or burping up some gibberish.
He sat up for a moment, his eyes red as he looked around the saloon. The place was packed now, with folks from around town or just roaming in. One fell had no face, only showing his bare skull. It creeped out Johnny for a second until he remembered how he killed Old Man Jenkins back at the Lucky Duck. He's done and seen far worse.
Johnny looked over to Rose, the only person who'd given him the time of day since his brother's passing and sighed. She would understand, right?
"Miss Rose, *hicup*, can I ask you a short question?," Johnny asked with the mental state of a town drunk.
He sat up for a moment, his eyes red as he looked around the saloon. The place was packed now, with folks from around town or just roaming in. One fell had no face, only showing his bare skull. It creeped out Johnny for a second until he remembered how he killed Old Man Jenkins back at the Lucky Duck. He's done and seen far worse.
Johnny looked over to Rose, the only person who'd given him the time of day since his brother's passing and sighed. She would understand, right?
"Miss Rose, *hicup*, can I ask you a short question?," Johnny asked with the mental state of a town drunk.
"Well Rose," Johnny replied, "when I hit it big out in California you can bet I'd be right back here in this nice town. Tonight I'm just another nobody who needs good drink from a wonderful hostess."
Johnny knew he would never 'hit it big' out in California or anywhere else. His actually hopes were that at some point the over abuse of drink will kill him before the law got smart of him, or that he could survive the night wasted and leave in the morning. In a show of good faith, Johnny passed the full bag of cash to Rose with an assured smile on his face.
"Let's just call that my tab for the night Rose. I don't plan to leave this seat until somebody rips me out or I fall dead."
Johnny knew he would never 'hit it big' out in California or anywhere else. His actually hopes were that at some point the over abuse of drink will kill him before the law got smart of him, or that he could survive the night wasted and leave in the morning. In a show of good faith, Johnny passed the full bag of cash to Rose with an assured smile on his face.
"Let's just call that my tab for the night Rose. I don't plan to leave this seat until somebody rips me out or I fall dead."
All of a sudden, almost too sudden, Johnny shook out of whatever hold alcohol had over him as he learned that the fine woman in red who just entered...was also the sheriff. So now the sheriff and the deputy were in the same bar as him. The sheer coincidence of it all.
"Well miss," Johnny replied in a now awakened stuper, "what is the point of money when you're around such fine folks. Fine, fine folks. This spare cash is what I've been using to get from the East to California-way. Got enough to blow from here to there, so why not!"
He turned to Rose, guessing that it was his turn to give him name. Giving his full name at this moment would be very, very stupid.
"And I am Johnny, Miss. Last name ain't nothing important honestly. Never done and never will do me no good. My pa was a right bastard and left me and my brother nothing but a useless last name. So just call me Johnny, Miss."
"Well miss," Johnny replied in a now awakened stuper, "what is the point of money when you're around such fine folks. Fine, fine folks. This spare cash is what I've been using to get from the East to California-way. Got enough to blow from here to there, so why not!"
He turned to Rose, guessing that it was his turn to give him name. Giving his full name at this moment would be very, very stupid.
"And I am Johnny, Miss. Last name ain't nothing important honestly. Never done and never will do me no good. My pa was a right bastard and left me and my brother nothing but a useless last name. So just call me Johnny, Miss."
Johnny took no hesitation in gulping his drink, leaning back to let the burning liquid blaze down his throat and rumble through his stomach. Almost immediately his buzz was restored into a passable state. His nerves chilled, even with a deputy sitting right beside him. How the fuck would he know who he is. Johnny was a drunken nobody, and he liked it!
Before he could order another drink, another woman entered the saloon in a hot red night dress. A half drunk smile etched his face, happy to be in the company of beautiful woman.
"Another please miss," He asked Rose, "and I wouldn't mind a bigger glass if you had one. It's gunna be a long night. And a round for the beautiful who just walked it. You know what, fuck it!..."
From his pocket Johnny grabbed a small bag full of dollar bills and coins, a small stash of goods he'd stollen on the way just in case.
"A round for everybody!"
Before he could order another drink, another woman entered the saloon in a hot red night dress. A half drunk smile etched his face, happy to be in the company of beautiful woman.
"Another please miss," He asked Rose, "and I wouldn't mind a bigger glass if you had one. It's gunna be a long night. And a round for the beautiful who just walked it. You know what, fuck it!..."
From his pocket Johnny grabbed a small bag full of dollar bills and coins, a small stash of goods he'd stollen on the way just in case.
"A round for everybody!"
@Mr_pink Look man, I'm damned if I just say soccer and I'm damned if I just said football. I'm from the U.S. so I call it soccer, but I don't care about most sport anyway.
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