Smokin Guns

[kamalw1]

I walked into the gunsmith's and saw Cap cleaning my rifle. He told me about the adjustments he made and we talked for a bit about recent news. I then paid for the services and also bought some ammunition for the gun. Thanking Cap, I walked out the shop and back to the saloon. I saw Aiken there, looking around and I said, "So, have ya thought about my proposal?"

 

[Funloving62]

Mona

"Well, John he didn't take me up on mine back in that shower. Must be loosing my touch" She laughed and sauntered down the steps to the bar looking around seeing the cattle buyer seated at a a table. she had stepped back from the shower seeing Aiken was there and not to interested in what she had to offer at the moment so she waited till he was done then took her own. after walking down those stairs she sashayed over to Jack Smythe and slipped a hand to his shoulder. " well Howdy there, How are all you boys doing this evening?"

Mona like always was dressed to the nines that long red hair pulled up to the side with tiny curls flowing down over her shoulder and ending to the swell of her fully bosom. Something that would make a man take notice. well that and other things. That slit on the side of her gown didn't leave much to the imagination either.

"so new in town boys... Can I have of John send ya something over to wet your whistle?" Flashing those pealy white back to Jack." I'm Mona... i will be your entertaiment this evening gentelmen... if your lucky that is" She laughed along with every one else. the show starts in a bit sit back and enjoy yours selfs never know what 's gone to happen out here fellas"

Again another wink as she bumped jacks chair on purpose adding more wiggle to those hips."The view walking away was almost a good as the one coming at ya. " someone said to Jack as Mona headed to the bar., to send over a tray of drinks.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

Clean, dressed and bored, I headed down to the saloon and found the first seat open.

"Evenin' John, can I get a whiskey please." This time I was carrying my twin babies and the rifle. Setting the rifle on the bar, I gave it a little push towards John, "Can you tuck that away back there for me?" A half cocked smile was passed his way, things were just too much of a pain in the ass.

I heard loud laughter and a little rough housing behind me and turned, a new guy was being trained in the circle of idiots. "Doesn't Nick keep his dogs on a leash?" I mumbled to John. "I can honestly say, that is probably why this town is so dead. Afraid of their disease spreading to other's minds." I heard a chuckle near by, someone else overheard what I said. All fuckin' well. They did act like assholes.

Leaning back against the bar I watched the crowd settle and stir before ordering more drinks, more poker and groping for Mona's bottom.

 

[kamalw1]

I set the tray with the rinks on the bar for one of the girls to take over to the guys. Joe came in and passed me the rifle. "Don't worry, I'll put it right next to mine," I said, grinning. I placed it on the shelf next my Winchester and then leaned on the counter-top. "So, Joe, what can you tell me about that fiery woman you dragged in here earlier? What could she have possibly done wrong to be wanted here in Pervatory?"

 

[Rasscal]

Business had been good as rancher after rancher had waited while the one ahead sat with me and discussed price and how many head they had. It was amazing. If I were an honest cattle buyer and had the ambition I could make thousands off a single drive to the north. But I wasn't and planned to make tens of thousands off a single nights work in the near future.

Finally as the last rancher gave me directions to his place and left I lifted from the chair and moved to the bar.

"Barkeep after beer all night I could something a little stronger, your choice?"

The well formed deputy had entered quietly and perched herself on the rail as well and I offered.

"Give the lady what she's drinking on me. If she won't shoot a man for that or throw him in the jail. And if you'd join me as well?"

I was feeling good. Peice by peice the plan was falling together. Now if I could just find out what Camille had been up to I might be able to hedge myself in for a piece of that pie as well.

"To your health" I lifted my glass and toasted.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

Turning to John, I gave a small smile that spoke more of misery than of delight with the conversation subject.
"A little fluff is all I know pretty much... She was wanted for questioning." I gave a slight shrug and sipped my whiskey. Twirling the amber liquid around, I wondered myself what questions?
"Dirk is the one to ask that question, if you can find him tonight. Haven't seen him in a few hours personally."

"He set her up at the Inn.." Mumbled a guy seated down the bar. Old man Harris was a general carpenter in the area and snooped around more than two women combined.

"Why'd he do that?" I asked, this was getting stranger by the moment. "We have plenty of empty cells.." Old Harris gave a wink in my direction and grinnned lewdly. "Alright, I don't want to know." I turned from the old man and met the surprisingly clean face of the new comer.
"Jack was it?" I smiled and motioned him to take a seat. "thanks. John? Whiskey on him." I wouldn't turn down a free drink. I toasted to my health and shook my head, he was an odd one but seemed to be educated. But then again, he was some cow poke or broker or something.
"Mona singin' tonight John?" I asked absent mindedly. At his nod I smiled a little. "Dirk will be here and every dog in the area as well to hear her sing. Better watch yourself Jack, you might fall under her spell as well." I winked at him and turned to survey the room behind me. Poker games were starting up, but still no sign of Nick? Was he avoiding me since that whole mess last night?

"Well Jack, how goes the buying or whatever it is you're doin'?" I gave him my full attention now, curious about his dealings. I wondered if he could find me some more studs for my ranch? I'd have to ask him if he knew horses, but maybe later. Small talk would pass the time until I could find something interesting to talk about.

 

[Rasscal]

Jack Smythe

"Just planning to rob your bank" I replied seriously after tossing back my drink and motioning for another. The reply got the reaction I hoped for and I laughed at the Deputies serious face and narrowing eyes.

"Relax. Bad joke is all" I assured her and pointed to her empty glass as well. "Besides that would mean I'd have to kill your sherriff and that would ruin all the fun"

Chords of music came to us as the tinny piano warmed to the hands of the man that strummed them and I tossed back another drink.

"Cattle business seems to be booming." I assured "And other prospects as well"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

"Well then.. I guess you might get shot before the nights over with quirks like that one..." I gave a lazy little grin and pushed my glass back to John.

"How's the new guy working out John? I haven't seen him tonight? You didn't chase him off already did ya?" Turning back towards Jack, I eyed him closely. "You look familiar? Have we met before?" There was something about his face, perhaps I was just thinking about earlier today?

 

[Rasscal]

Jack Smythe

"No. Never met before. I'd have remembered it." I promised and pushed the hat back to let her get a good look.

"I'm not wanted in this state Deputy. And like your boss that gives a man a clean slate and a chance to start over"

The words were spoken softly. My eyes on hers as I rested my right hand on the heel of my pistol.

Her eyes were unblinking. Level. Dangerous and calculating. Eyes I could fall into and fall for.

Too bad we were on wrong sides of the fence.

"Need another drink, Deputy?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

My eyes watched him like a hawk, studying him. Where was he wanted and for what crimes?

"Yes, I suppose you are correct there. As long as you stay on the good side of things, we won't have a problem will we?" I gave another smile, this one more curious than that of the last.

Now he had my attention, the bounty hunter in me I would guess. Wanted. It rang in my mind. Not this state however, so he was safe for now.

"Yes, another drink would be nice, thank you." I would let it be filed away, he wasn't stepping on toes here and now, so why bother with ghosts? We all had some in our closets.

"So is there a missus Jack somewhere waiting for you?" Small talk, again a filler for something to talk about.

 

[La Mirage]

Patience Cathcart

Patience stepped out of the hotel onto the boardwalk and paused. She had learned enough from Mollie to have a vague idea of who she needed to make acquaintance with and who she needed to avoid, but Patience would make her own decisions ultimately. She always did.

Pervatory was a far cry from San Francisco. It was smaller by a long shot, but there still seemed to be the hustle and bustle on the main street that gave it a feel of being alive. At least in this part of town. The rest remained to be seen.

"Howdy, Ma'am. Lovely day."

Patience looked up and smiled at the couple that greeted her in passing. She couldn't help wondering if it was out of friendliness or curiosity. Only time would tell.

Now, she said to herself. Time to get some food in me and meet some folks. First stop, gunsmith.

She opened the door and let herself into the shop. "Hello? Anybody here?"

A big old brute of a dog sat up on his haunches and eyed her like she was going to be his next meal. "Umm... Nice doggie," she said warily. "Where's your owner, boy? I have some business for him."

 

[LongWalkHome]

Dirk

I walked out of the hotels lobby sure of one thing.

It was time, time to tell the exulted Mayor of Pervatory what was sure to happen in his town and what I thought was needed to prevent it.

Crossing the street I moved toward his office and the light that glowed within, then opened the door without knocking and closed it behind me.

"Come right in why don't you? And take a ..."

His offer to seat myself wasn't needed for I was already seated and comfortable.

"What can I do for you?" Came his controlled query over his hands that he had formed into temples.

"It's what we're going to do for each other, Mr Mayor I replied as politely as I knew how and returned his aloof gaze. "I just put a guest in the hotel compliments of the town. A certain lady that was the wife of an outlaw I buried three months ago. The outlaw I killed was the current leader of a bunch of ruthless killers, a bunch I believe is now headed here. Not in search of me but in search of a much bigger..."

The shot rang loud behind me and even as i felt the slap of the first bullet and the crash of glass I cursed myself, turning and drawing my right hand pistol with a hand that was quickly growing numb...and turning straight into the second bullet.

More glass cascaded to the floor but I strangely didn't hear the sound of it breaking, nor the report of Nick's own gun though the muzzle flash was clear as he answered the incoming fire...and then I didn't even see that as the room darkened...

 

[kamalw1]

Everyone in the saloon heard the shots ring out. We all paused in our conversations, trying to figure out what wasgoin on. A couple of people left to see what was happening, but I stayed behind the counter, knowing that it would be foolish to rush into a situation like that. I checked to make sure that my Winchester was ready in case of trouble, and waited to see what was going to happen.

 

[Gray Lord]

Marcus Oliver

“Nice doggie,” Marcus commented, stepping out of the back room into the shop. “I don’t believe anyone has every called him ‘nice’, let alone ‘doggie’,” he added.

He stopped suddenly as his eyes fell on the stunning redhead.

“I’m sorry,” he said, extending his hand to her. “Oliver, Marcus Oliver. Most people just call me ‘Cap’. Can I help you with something….Miss?”

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

OOC: I hate falling behind.

 

[poohlive]

Nick would be a fool to say his first instinct wasn't to get down behind his desk, indeed he flinched to do such an act. His mind lost in a haze of chaotic sounds and sights. It looked surreal, almost like a dream under the water.
Everything coming together in slow motion.
His knees came down against the wood hard, causing pain to shoot up both of his legs, and jolting his brain out of the apparent slump he had been in. Functions came back to him, systems responded. All of them shaking, and worse for the wear, but there just the same.
He rose to his feet. His entire body crouched down as low as it could, and still be able to stand. It must have looked awkward, almost comical. He could just imagine for a split second of an old man trying to imitate a duck waddle.
Indeed.
He ran around the desk, as fast as his still unsure legs and awkward stance would allow him. Bullets came whizzing past. Some of them dangerously close. They sounded like bees flying as fast as lightening just next to his ear.
Maybe one did hit, he wasn't sure. His body had gone numb, and forgotten to tell him. He didn't even notice until he grabbed for the sheriff, and his hands fumbled about like clumps more than anything else.
With a heave he picked the man up, and another one sent them both flying over the rich mahogany desk cluttered with all of its trasures. He rolled on it, his back giving the grunt of paperlclips and used pens, while his entire body acted like a bit of a windmill, flinging Dirk along with him as they both came crashing down on the other side.
The sake of luck made them both miss the chair he had been sitting in only moments before. He could have seen an arm or leg cracking with as much force as he used.
Behind the desk he didn't feel safe, but he felt safer. That word made all the difference. As his back now rested against the object, he felt several small thuds. The bullets couldn't penetrate the thick wood. That gave him some relief.
Still, a stray bullet, or a lucky ricochet...
He held Dirk close. One hand over his shoulder, acting like a sort of bodyguard against the man. Something warm and sticky covered the both of them. He knew it was blood, but whose he couldn't tell. His numbness still made the whole world like that of a glass house. Able to see, but not to touch.
Dirk was safe, and alive. They were both safe and alive, but for how long, that was what he wanted to know. Would these guys stop at a volley through the door, or come in and make sure they finished the job.
Vaguely, as if an afterthought had occured to him, he looked down at his hand. A gun was there, being held with utmost calm and easiness. It almost frightened him, as much as the first bullet had. He didn't remember drawing the gun, or firing it either, but the gun sat warm in his hand, an obvious sign of such a thing happening.
Instinct? He hoped so. For a moment he watched as his own hands, once shaking almost uncontrollably, now reload the empty bullets with a calm precision. He watched as if his own hands were performing a magic trick for him. He didn't command the act of reloading, or think about getting the bullets out, or putting them into the chambers, but he was doing it just the same.
As it locked back, the world came to him in a swimming jolt. Pain seized him, both in his leg, back, and arm.
The pain in his back was nothing more than his little carwheel over the desk, but the leg and arm were sweet kisses of hot steel. He had been shot twice.
When?
Could he remember?
No, not really. Before his rescue of the sheriff? After? It all seemed a haze now. No sense of distinct memory, only jagged afterthoughts of vague reflection.
With a grunt, he turned himself so that he still shielded Dirk, but allowed himself to look outside. His gun, already ahead of him, was pointing in the same direction.
The bullets has stopped. If it had been day time, he would be able to see who was outside, and get a good couple of shots right here, but darkness diseased his sight, and all he had was a few black shapes in an even blacker void.
He emptied his gun into it anyways, happy to do some sort of damage back, even if it was at nothing but air.
After that, silence.
He groaned, as pain once against seized him. Blood ran off his fingertips as he let go of the gun. Not on purpose. A part of him screamed when he dropped it, but he had no choice. His entire arm spasmed. Blood flowed from it freely.
He leaned back over the desk, holding on once again to Dirk. Both of them bleeding, a nice little dark pool begn to emerge from where they sat. Nick gave out a bit of a laugh, unable to stop the lunacy of the situation from getting to him.
"Friends of yours?" He laughed again, laughing to keep from crying, or worse, screaming. The pain threatened to do both, but he laughed, the only thing he would let out.
"I... I think I need a drink."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

Hearing the first shot go off and then another, I turned around on the stool, "alright! Who's outside makin' an ass of...." More shots rang out and John grabbed for his gun. Rising at the same time, Moved towards the saloon doors and looked outside.

"Oh Shit!" They were shooting up Nick's office? Where was Nick? Heart hammering, I moved quickly to the bar, "My rifle please." Taking it in hand, I glanced at a few pairs of eyes. "No one play hero here, get down and guard the windows and doors. John, Come with me." Marching bold as brass, through the swinging doors and onto the boardwalk.

A shot hit a post too near for comfort and down I went onto my stomach. "Get down!" Placing my elbow on the wood, I lifted the 'chester' and fired. One fell, several more to go. "Aim to kill,"
Noticing they were being fired upon now by two directions, they split up and returned it. Both in the Office and here. They just kept firing at the building, through the windows and open door way. They didn't care obviously that much for their backs, but more importantly who was inside. Pulling my colts, I started to fire at another aiming my way, but missed due to rolling behind some cover.

Someone held up a hand and the firing slowly stopped. He was non-descript really, but he was their leader from the looks of things.
"That's a warning Lang! Get out of town!" The man kicked his horse into bolting and the others followed just as quickly. Rapid firing came from the mayor's office and struck another in the side, he almost fell from his saddle but managed to stay on.

Lifting my own colt, I fired at their retreating backs as well. Ducking down, a bullet whizzed over my head from across the street. "DIRK! STOP SHOOTING!" I assumed it was Dirk in there. Or was it Nick? Two choices, a posse to get these guys or go inspect the mayor's office for wounded?

I stood and fired a few more times, hearing a grunt of pain would have been nice, but they were too far away. "JOHN! Watch incase they return!" I ran across the street and into the Mayor's office. Eyes widening I turned back through the door, "GET THE DOC!" God, did we even have one?!

Kneeling down on the floor, I scanned both Dirk and Nick. I held back any comments, it would only make matters worse to lecture them on NOT fleeing when they had the chance. Quick scanning said Dirk had one in his shoulder, in his left side and one buried in his upper thigh. Taking a bandanna from his pocket, I tied it off around the gaping hole in his thigh before turning to Nick.

Dirk was thankfully passed out but near dead, Nick was awake and looking scared shitless. Looking at his arm and the hole in the shirt, I knew this was bad by the darkness and thickness of the blood flowing... well it was more like oozing that anything. Reaching into my pockets, I found another bandanna and tied it around the open wound. We needed a medicine man or a damned doctor.

"WHERE'S THE GOD DAMMED DOCTOR!?" I cursed out loudly so they could all hear and hopefully get enough brains to send someone! All else failed I had a dagger, I could cauterize the damned wound.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

OOC: Disreguard my last IC post.


IC: He hadn't heard the lady he'd met earlier in the Saloon when she'd come in on him, and didn't know she'd seen him in the shower or was even still around. Finally finishing his shower, though, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stuck his head out of the shower room door. Glancing up and down the hall way, he nodded to himself when he saw the hallway was empty, and began to pad barefoot back to his room. Rounding the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks. This wasn't his hallway. Frowning, he took a step back, and stood dripping on the floor, staring in the various directions the hallway moved in, and he sighed, lost, wet, and except for a towel, quite naked.

 

[La Mirage]

Patience Cathcart

A volley of gunshots rang out down the street interrupting their conversation for a moment, but neither of them were foolish enough to move toward the door or window to see. Things like this weren't uncommon in San Francisco and Patience wouldn't have expected less in a less civilized town.

Once the noise had settled, she accepted his hand with a smile. "A good strong name. Hello, Marcus. My name is Patience Cathcart. And yes, there is something you can help me with."

Opening her reticule, she pulled out a small revolver and handed it to him, grip first. "Took me two baths to get the travellin' dust off myself, and even now I'm not sure I haven't missed a spot or ten. I can just imagine what's lurking inside of this."

Patience watched the gunsmith as he took the gun, checking to see if it was loaded before examining it further. "You must have come in on the last stage then," he said by way of conversation.

"Yes. And landed flat on my fanny, too." Patience chuckled and rubbed her bottom for emphasis. "Guess I lost my sea legs when I got to dry land. Those coaches leave a lot to be desired when it comes to ease and comfort let me tell you. Never thought I'd see so many seasick on dry land."

"Anyway. I'll be staying on in Pervatory for a while so I won't have to worry about that again any time soon. My husband, God rest his soul, lived here for a time some years ago and spoke of it often." Patience pulled a handkerchief from her bodice and dabbed her eyes. "I do miss him so."

 

[kamalw1]

I stood by the doorway, rifle ready, as Joe went across the street to the Mayor's office. I was behind one of the support posts, looking down both ends of the street in case the outlaws came back. I slowly made my way across the street as other people came out to see what was going on. I went in behind Joe and saw Dirk and Nick laying there. "Joe, let's take thm across the street to the saloon. There are spare rooms upstairs where the doctor can take care of them properly." With that, I placedmy rifle on the floor and carefully picked up Dirk's body and began carrying him back to the saloon.

 

[poohlive]

(read it again sweety, Nick dropped the gun long before your cute little ass ever swayed into the office)

Nick helped as much as he could to get Dirk up, and into the hands of someone. He wasn't quite sure who it was, but he was glad that the man was being taken for something.
"Did you get them? Were they caught?"
The words, fumbling from his mouth. It seemed like the thing to say, but then again nothing seemed right at all. It was all wrong, all slanted, and he didn't quite know how to straighten it up again.
He grunted as he forced himself to stand up. One good leg still caught the portion of his weight, and with an alarming surprise feeling and thought had become crystal clear inside his own mind once more.
"I always keep one here somewhere, for just such an occasion," Opening one of the drawers, he fished for a half empty bottle of whiskey. Bringing it to his lips, he enjoyed the fire it lit inside him. He glanced at both of his wounds, hard for a second, as if assesing the damage, and then poured the whiskey over both of them.
He hissed. An alarming sound, but one he made just the same. He clamped his jaw shut, so that a screa or two wouldn't be heard.
Not a one.
He took another drink. The bottle was nearly gone now.
"Clean wounds," A blessing if there was one inside all of this, "I think I can walk, if you get along her on my right side. Make sure I don't put too much weight on this leg."
He put up an almost airy sort of quality, but both the pain and the nauseation of it all wa still getting to him. At times it hurt just to think straight. The whiskey helped, as it is bound to do.
Finishing off the bottle, he reached up for her help. He leaned on her far more than he wanted to as a gentlemen, but still far less to take the pain out of his leg. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
"You have a fast horse? The doc is never in town at night. He has a place in the east, quite a ride. Even with a good rested horse it would take nearly a half hour there and back. It's fast, isn't it? I've seen it around, a strong horse. Fast, I think... I hope."
He hoped the babbling would keep him conscious, as now shadows began to dangerously grow and shrink in size. His eyes refused to do much more than focus. Instead of colors, now he just saw shapes. Triangles and trapazoids and squares all pushed together to form this complexity of life.
"I can't see anymore," He smiled at this, as if some inside joke he shared with no one else but himself, "I can't see much of anything. You make sure I don't bump into anything in the saloon, you hear? I have a reputation in there, the ladies and such. This is my town.... my town."
He laughed a little laugh, biting his lower lip at the end to hold back a tear that decided to fall down his cheek anyway.
"My town..."

 

[Funloving62]

Mona

The sounds echoed in her head as she ducked out of instinct then John called for all to get in the back room all his girls and those that worked for him that was. Mona hurried on in the back and then up the stairs she wanted her dareinger with all this noise going on around her it was in her room. hurring up the stairs it was then that she ran into the half naked Aiken

"So we meet again Aiken" She had to grin seeing him dripping wet in that towel remembering him in the shower before. " Having a bit of trouble Aiken ... seems we keep meeting like this?" she had to laugh , " something I can help you with? First I would suggest you get into some clothes something is going on out there or was."

She had to laugh normally men where taking of there clothes and she was telling this one to put someone. Then she smirked second thought he was not that bad to look at in the shower before.her eyes traveled over that dark skin glisting with the wayer still clinging those shoulders.

"oh this way Aiken , you can't wander the halls in that people will talk." she shrugged and moved to her room opening her door and letting him inside, there is a robes over there and a dry towel hanging up by the closet. she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the gown up and parted that slit in the side revealing that supple thigh then the tiny dareinger was pulled from its hiding place in her night stand and stuck it to the garter on her left leg.

"Care for anything Aiken... A drink maybe before we return down stair. besides a pair of pants or not" Looking him over with a grin. she heard something going on down stairs but had no idea what it was."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

ooc: Sorry misread something somewhere. It's fixed.

IC:

Saying nothing about the gang, I helped him to his feet as much as he would let me. He was losing blood and babbling non-stop. I couldn't blame him, I'd been shot a few times and knew that fear or strange feeling that came with it.

"Yes, I have a fast horse. I will go for the Doc once we get you into a bed somewhere." Moving out of the office and slowly across the street, it was straining almost every muscle in my body to keep him upright. He didn't look as heavy as he felt!

Not going to say anything and upset him further, I didn't comment on his vision going. Knowing my stupidity, I'd just make it worse by scaring him further with nonsense.

"We're almost there Nick and no worries I won't make you look bad in your town." I assured him softly so no one would over hear and again put more into what was said.

I got him up the boardwalk steps and into the saloon, his friends quickly coming and surrounding us. Rapid orders were shot out from one of his buddies, "Give him here!" Basicly pushed out of the way and back into the bar, I backed up when I got my footing as his 'posse' surrounded him and lifted him up.

Another asked one of the whores, "Where?" Cursing at her for moving too slow, they moved her out of the way as well and took up into the back where John had gone with Dirk.

"Can someone tell me where the Doc lives?" I asked the saloon patrons. All were pale or their faces were guarded with a fierce scowl. Some of the old timers were clearly upset. Did they believe this was my fault in some way? Or Was I taking the blunt of their anger because Dirk lay near death?

"I'll ask one more time, Where is the Doc's place?" I barked it out loud and clear (Daddy woulda been proud of his 'little general' with that little display)

"West of here. Big barn, little house, carriage always out front." Someone in the back said.
"Thank you."

A few minutes later I was riding out towards this unknown Doc's house, I just hoped he was home.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He spun on his heel when he heard Mona, and nearly dropped his towl in the process. Flushing red, he tightened his grip on the towel and nodded to her, shivering a bit as he walked towards her room. Once inside, he watched as she sat down onto the bed, his eyes unable to stop from looking to her exposed thigh, and he grinned just slightly. Not sure of what else to do, he began to dry himself off as best he could without exposing himself to her, although he doubted he succeeded very well.


"Well.. I probably could use some clothes. I'm sure you don't want me just standing here in your room, naked."

 

[Funloving62]

Mona

"Well,… I probably could use some clothes. I'm sure you don't want me just standing here in your room, naked."

Mona brushed the slit closed on that gown then had to chuckle hearing Aiken. It was then that she lifted up her head and looked at him standing there not he didn't keep himself covered all that well indeed.

"Well, now Akien you a betting man? Cause if ya are I think I might just bet everything yea got right now and I know I'd win. But then again all ya got is that towel your clinging to."

She smiled and lifted up from the bed walking over to him running her hand slowly up his arm to his shoulder tickling his ear with a fingertip. "Now do ya want to bet?"

She grinned looking to the man only inches from his face as she pressed her lips to his ear the warmth of her breath against his damp skin sent shivers over his spin.

"Your lucky Aiken there are a lot of men just hankering to get into my room, let a lone to get naked in it to:: she kissed the side of his neck, her hand still running alone the with of his chest now, when she heard Joe shouting about the doc...
"looks like some one got himself hurt out in that mess outside i bet old Dirk took care of them real good"