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[tsoukii]

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[ leader ] • [ the silver spur saloon ] • [ shiloh ]


Bailey gave a playful grunt and a quick roll of his eyes at Shiloh’s comment, taking the newly lit cigarette and taking a long drag. His gaze focused on the end of the stick, watching it burn and feeling it burn his lungs. Handing it back to Shiloh, he let the smoke trail out of his mouth in one cloud.

He turned back around in his seat now, eyes trailing to Casimir as Shiloh called for him. Bailey didn’t know what this feeling was that was eating at him, it wasn’t peace though. He let his gaze trail away and stare down the bar at the others sitting here. His silence was almost considered heavy, and he was lost in thought once more. Bailey found himself doing that a lot lately, not being able to lasso his mind back from wandering off.

[Consulting_Angel]

Casimir Lodge
23|Male|Saloon Worker
Location: Saloon (The Silver Spur)
Tagged: Shiloh, Bailey, Robbie.

Casimir glanced over once he heard his name, incredibly grateful for the excuse to go back down towards the small group of Vaqueros, because he had been attempting to deflect a couple of random questions that he was being asked by a customer who had one too many drinks, but he didn't want to ask him to leave. "I'm not flinging them down the bar." He responded, attempting to hide a smile as he saw the puppy-dog eyes, and then he moved to the shelves of drinks, having to reach up to take hold of the glass bottle of whiskey from the shelf, then he turned to place it on the bar, before crouching down - one hand on the bar for balance - as he got three shot glasses. Cass then moved towards the three of them, with the glasses and the whisky, and he poured out three shots, assuming that they were having one each. "Here you are. This one's a dignified sort, with an oaky, but sweet taste." He explained.

[Hellhound-My-Legend]

Shiloh Fray
22 / male / vaquero
at; the saloon / tagged; Casimir, Bailey, Robbie

Shiloh grinned up at Casimir, almost giggling at his comment. It was a glimpse of that seemingly unintentional humor he kept seeing from Cass. He tried to suppress his smile by taking a drag of his cigarette, to little effect.
“Thanks Honey,” he said because honestly he just couldn't help himself. It was a term of endearment he used with pretty much everyone, but Cass didn't know that yet, and man did Shiloh want to see his cheeks go pink again. Shiloh had other affectionate terms he used, but Honey was just his go-to.
He took hold of his shot in his unoccupied hand, raising it to his comrades.
"Cass by the look of you, you should be having one of these too." he teased, still unable to hide his smile, because again, he just couldn't help it; the guy just looked so tense.

[Burning_Roses]

Kate Barlow||Female||Outlaw||The Saloon||Tagged:Bailey, Casimir, Shiloh

Kate walked into the bar swinging open the door she looked around pulling off her hat and running her hands through her hair, as she looked around. She went to sit at the bar and grinned,”Could I get some bourbon down here, I don’t care what kind” She had a cold grin and a darker air around her as she smiled down the bar at the cowboys. “Good evening y’all” She chuckled before turning back to the bar tapping her boots to the chair and watched all the people

[tsoukii]

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[ leader ] • [ the silver spur saloon ] • [ shiloh ]


He glanced at Casimir and down at the shot, the alcohol gleaming in the light. Bailey picked the glass up and immediately downed it with a toss of his head, intentionally not raising it in reply to Shiloh. He took off his hat and wiped his brow, setting it beside him on the bar. “Casimir, is it?” His voice monotonous and bland, his green eyes looking to the bartender. He went to say something else but decided against it, passing it off as an innocent question of name.

“I better get on home, Shy.” He said, turning in his seat. Bailey suddenly felt tired and drained, spending it in the saloon wasn’t making it any better. “If you don’t have anywhere to stay, you know where I live.” He added, patting Shiloh’s shoulder gently as he got up. His spurs rang as his boots hit the floor but it wasn’t a gleeful sound to him anymore, not with a headache. Bailey snatched up his hat and slapped it back on his head, pulling it low over his eyes. He wasn’t sure how riding back home would work after a few drinks but he figured it couldn’t be too difficult.

At this time, Kate Barlow walked through the door. Bailey recognized her clear as day but this cowboy was too exhausted to pick a fight with an outlaw. He didn’t greet her and just looked to the ones still sitting at the bar, tipping his hat. “If you pass someone in a ditch, don’t think much.” He tried to joke but it just came out bland and true.

[querencia]

nita guererro
vaquero . location; saloon . tags; bailey

after nita tied quetza to the hitching post outside of the saloon, a grin forming on her face as she recognized the other horses of the vaqueros and momentarily stopped to give each a rub on the neck in greeting before she pushed into the saloon. she sauntered into the open room and headed to the table/bar everyone was at, it was easy to spot them, most people didn't drink this early after all. she raised an eyebrow when she saw most of the group there already and was about to make a joke about it when bailey stood up and she headed over to the table, "you're heading out already, bailey?" she asked, giving the others a hello smile before her attention went back to their leader, briefly wondering how long everyone had been there, "did I miss anything exciting?".

[Consulting_Angel]

Casimir Lodge
23|Male|Saloon Worker
Location: Saloon (The Silver Spur)
Tagged: Shiloh, Bailey, Robbie,
Kate.

Cass was taken off-guard by Shiloh's comment, and he didn't figure out that it was a term of endearment that was common for the cowboy. So, he blushed again, a little more deeply, his words deserting him for once. After taking a few moments to recover, he feigned offence, and said. "And what do you mean by that?" he asked, attempting to sound annoyed, but failing badly, because he was still blushing, and was quite flustered. He then nodded towards Bailey, in confirmation, "That's right." He said, and was going to make a comment about how Bailey should keep his crew in check, but he decided not to.
He glanced towards the figure that had walked into the saloon - Kate - and he hesitated for a moment, then went over to serve her, pouring out the bourbon for her, and then passing it over the bar towards her, silently. He did not like serving a known outlaw and criminal, but he was very conscious of the idea that she might hurt him if he didn't - and he was not going to take that risk, thank you. He then took a slight step back, and waved towards Bailey as he left the saloon.

[Hellhound-My-Legend]

Shiloh Fray
22 / male / vaquero
at; the saloon / tagged; Casimir, Bailey, Robbie

Shiloh downed his shot straight after Bailey, reveling in the rush of heat down his throats and across his jaw.
As Bailey made his comments and headed for the door, Shiloh found himself rolling his eyes at his friend's behavior. Bailey would get like this sometimes, and although Shiloh had a theory as to the cause, he couldn't tell for sure just yet. What he did know is that he was gonna make sure Bailey was in a bed by the end of the night.
He was just considering following after Bailey when a woman walked into the saloon.
Shiloh's blood ran cold.
She was eerily familiar to him but he couldn't place her, what he did recognize was the way she carried herself. As someone from a bad background, he immediately picked up that she didn't make her money honestly. It put him on edge at once and, on instinct, his hand dropped to his gun.
She dropped into the seat next to Shiloh, her cold grin causing alarm bells to go off in his brain. She didn't look like she was here to cause trouble right now, but his gut was telling him she was bad news. Shiloh turned to Cass, he could tell that the bartender was well aware of who this woman was.

[tsoukii]

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[ leader ] • [ the silver spur saloon ] • [ nita ]


The cowboy’s head was swimming and when Nita showed up, he barely even heard her. Trying to seem like he did, he smiled slightly. “Yeah, Nita. I’m just tuckered out.” He replied, looking her over before hearing her next question. “Yeah,” he pushed back his hat to scratch his forehead, “get ready cause we’re heading out this week.”

Pulling the brim of his hat back down, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “We’re heading East.” He explained further, but that was it. His green eyes studied her momentarily before he met her eyes again. “Think you could give me a lift home, darlin’? I don’t want to put me and my mare in danger.” Bailey was clearly unfit to bring himself home, but if it was necessary then so be it. “You don’t have to, though.” He added, making sure he didn’t just boss her around.

He knew leaving his crew behind with a supposed outlaw wasn’t good on his part, but Shiloh could handle himself well and he wasn’t the only vaquero here. Bailey thought they’d be just fine, he’d taught them enough to get by. “If you want to stay here a bit, Nita, I can wait outside.” His tone wasn’t leaderly, it was more submissive. As he waited her reply of action, his eyes trailed to the batwing doors, looking over them to the town. He could heard Cameron being noisy outside to the other horses, she was always happy to see others of her posse.

[querencia]

nita guererro
vaquero . location; saloon . tags; bailey

nita cocked her head slightly as she observed bailey, it was easy to see he wasn't his usual self and she could tell he'd had maybe one too many drinks for the afternoon. when he mentioned a trip her eyes widened slightly and their usual twinkle lit up, "a trip? job? good, it's been too long since our last." it truly had been too long since they'd had a good, long trip, at least for her it was too long. the little house she was leasing was definetly not where she wanted to spend her time.

she decided not to question the trip since bailey didn't seem like he wanted to explain it right now. at the question she nodded, "sure, bailey, I'd do anything for Cameron," she joked lightly, hoping it would brighten her leader's mood at least a little. she really hated it when the others were down. with a jab of her thumb over her shoulder she indicated to the door, "nah, we can go now, you look like you're about to keal over and what would we do without you?" she smiled, flashing her teeth and spun on her heel to head outside, yanking on the quick release knot so she could get quetza and cameron before she tied the second mares reins to her saddle. she then hopped on before she turned quetza back to face bailey and held her hand out to help him up, "your ride awaits, of great leader," she smirked.