1x1 Angel & Pitch

[Casperphobia]

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[Casperphobia]

Name: Reese Dunten

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Face Claim: Chris Pratt

Personality: Reese is very outgoing. He thrives when he is around other people, often very energetic and social. The man is known to be very flirtatious which gets him in trouble more often than not. The other cowboys in his group are not quiet about his flaw of trusting people too easily. Reese is often told that he doesn't know what privacy and personal space is, despite claiming that he is plenty respectful about both.
Group wise, the members of his group are like siblings. He respects them greatly, but doesn't always agree with them. Reese has made it clear that if he doesn't agree with the rest of the group, he wasn't afraid to follow his own beliefs. The man is the second youngest of the five riders and definitely the least mature. His personality matches his horse well, as the mare is reckless and unpredictable like her owner.
Like the rest of the riders, Reese has a bounty on his head. He has committed a number of crimes, though nothing as drastic as murder. His crimes mostly consist of theft or robbery.

[Consulting_Angel]

Full Name: Casimir Alexander Lodge.
Nickname: Cass.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Homosexual (closeted).
Appearance: Cass has brown hair that is rather soft, though he claims not to use anything specific for it. His eyes are a hazel-green colour. He stands at 5' 10'', having a good posture, and weighs around 139lbs, with an athletic build. He has a birthmark just under his left ear, along with a scar on his left arm, and another scar on the front of his right shoulder, from when he had been shot by a particular rowdy, angry customer (though that was a couple of years ago now).

Personality: Casimir Lodge is a generally friendly, approachable and quite organised person that always sticks to his schedule the absolute best he can. He also likes to be independent, and hates accepting help from other people. Cass is quite nervy, though, and is fairly easy to startle, but he is not easily scared off from anything. He might also get upset easily as well, especially if hit with an insensitive comment by someone, and he finds it quite hard to take criticism from others as well - even if it's only light or friendly - though this does also make him more determined to succeed. He is incredibly loyal and trustworthy to those that he's close to. He will offer a shoulder for someone to cry on if they need it, but he'll keep his own problems to himself, often telling others that he's just fine. He might benefit from some hardening up, but don't think him as weak or underestimate him just because of his friendly, sweet demeanor.

Bio: Cass grew up with his parents, who own the saloon - The Silver Spur - that he currently works in. They brew their own beer, making it particularly distinctive from other brands. His parents also own a small plot of land, which they use to raise just a few animals at a time, and to grow wheat and hops - both of which are used to make the beer. He often helps out on this tiny 'farm' as well. Casimir also grew up learning to play the piano, which he usually plays for the saloon patrons for a couple of hours, a few nights a week. He's able to play almost any request. He once, secretly, had a relationship with a regular customer, who was a businessman, but the businessman got killed about two months into the relationship, when it turned out that he was a conman and a wanted outlaw. Naturally, this is kept a more closely-guarded secret by Casimir than it was before.

[Casperphobia]

A light breeze rustled against Reese's tan skin, which was a nice break from the scorching heat that had been haunting the group of riders since they had departed the last town several days ago. Of course, they hadn't stayed long, Reese's thieving being the reason, which he was reminded by from the clanking of coins that came from the bag that hung by the side of his horse. The group, also known as The Marauders, depended on Reese to be their finance person, to make sure they had enough money. Reese liked to think it was because he could make anyone smitten enough to do what he needs to do. The others never agreed.

"We're nearing a town! We can spend some time here before heading off again," Dallas, the head of The Marauders, announced to the cowboys. He was naturally the leader, being the oldest and most mature of any of the five males. Reese would gladly boast about Dallas, knowing that the modest man deserved the praise, but mostly because he knew the leader hated being bragged about. The man was thirty two and basically Reese's brother. The younger male would do anything for Dallas.

Reese was too deep in thought that he hadn't even realized that his horse had stopped walking until the animal whined loudly at him. Snapping back to the present, the man slid off the mare, giving her a few gentle pats once off.

"Sorry Chica," he apologized, though the horse didn't seem too care because she kept walking as soon as her owner was off her back. "Hey! Wait for me!" The man jogged after her and the group who had also continued forward. Keeping his hat lowered, Reese examined the new town they were in. A few people turned their head to see who the newcomers were, but most just carried on with whatever they were doing, which Reese quietly smirked to. He followed the group instinctually while he winked or smiled at any woman that would make eye contact with him. A few blushed, but most just rolled their eyes. Nothing new for Reese. He also secretly scouted out the men that he passed. Despite his confident attitude, he wasn't that big on being open about his equal love of guys as girls. So far, there weren't many that caught his eye.

For the second time, the man was caught off guard, only realizing that the group had stopped when Chica yanked on the reins. Dallas then unhitched the bag of coins from Chica's saddle and gave a few coins to each of the cowboys. "Alright boys, go see what you can find out. Report back to the hitching rail that we passed when we came in at around sunset." And with that, everyone dispersed. The male saw one of his pals migrate toward one of the locals, while another went off toward a stable. Reese of course went straight for the saloon. Pushing open the doors, he let his hands rest on his belt as he stood at the entrance for a good solid five seconds. Once he had a fair amount of eyes on him, he lifted his head a bit so his face could be seen better.

"Good evening ladies," he mused, walking staight for the bar in a calm, casual saunter. Reese smirked at how his boots clicked on the wood floor. It just sounded so satisfying. At the same time, he could hear shushed whispers as he made his way to the bar. Once he reached it, Reese pulled out one of the high stools and sat down. From where he sat, the male could see the bartender. His eyes lazily traveled up and down the man, gathering as much information as he could just from his appearance. That, and the fact that he was pretty nice to look at. Like damn. As Reese studied the bartender, he absent mindedly flicked the five coins from one hand to another, occasionally letting one of the coins roll back and forth along his fingers.

"Alright," he said suddenly. "Hook me up with the hardest drink you have. I don't know about you, pal, but it's been a long day."

[Consulting_Angel]

Casimir's day started out like pretty much any other day. He woke up early, maybe a couple of hours after the sunrise, and briefly washed himself before getting dressed. Then, he went down to the kitchen, to cook breakfast for himself and his parents. It wasn't really something he was ashamed about - living with his parents. Sure, they would have probably expected him to have married and moved out by now, but he did help out around the house (and the 'mini farm') a lot, as well as working most days at The Silver Spur - the saloon that his father owned. And who would really complain about that? He knew a few people who didn't do anything to help out their parents.

After eating, Casimir went outside, to work on the mini farm. It wasn't huge at all. In fact, it only had the space for a goat, a few chickens and some space to grow a few crops. Today was also the day, his father declared, that it was the perfect time to harvest the hops and wheat. The Lodge's Family Beer was a very closely guarded recipe. Even Casimir wasn't too sure of the exact process - he only got involved with a few of the steps, such as harvesting some of the crops and in some of the brewing process. It was his father who worked on it the most, and Casimir also knew that he had a very detailed, exact process. He was going to find it out, though. Eventually. At some point in the future, when he'd be taking over the saloon, and therefore the process of making the beer. Secretly, though, he had a feeling that his father would want to still be involved right up until his physically couldn't move. It was just something that he'd accepted, though. His future. He was destined for remaining in the town all his life, working at the saloon, and the beer, continuing his family's legacy. He'd never even considered the possibility of doing something else, and he didn't think that he ever would.

Anyway, after harvesting the crops - with his father - Casimir went on to milk Dotty, the goat, who he'd grown very fond of (especially as he'd been the one to name her when they first got her around seven years ago). Then, after leaving her pen and getting headbutted by Dotty affectionately, he collected the hen's (Adele, Speckles and Scraps) eggs. He wasn't too worn out, to be honest. Though having done this for long enough, it was pretty much routine. As always.

He got to spend some time relaxing, though, for most of the day, since his shift at the Silver Spur didn't start until the late afternoon - at which point he'd be working until around midnight.

As his shift grew closer, Casimir eventually headed out to go to saloon - which was only a two minute walk away, since it was very close to his house. He pushed the door open, and moved to stand behind the counter, preparing to make smalltalk with current customers, and looking forward to seeing the evening regulars. It wasn't too long, though, that he caught mutters and whispers of apparent sightings of a group of cowboys approaching the town. His interest piqued - there hadn't been any travelers in the town for quite a long time, so it was unsurprising that they would become the talk of the town at any hint of them.

Perhaps less than an hour after hearing about the travelers, Casimir noticed someone walking in that he didn't recognise, and seemed clearly not from around the area. He watched him for a few moments, as he seemed to deliberately wait until he had the attention of most of the saloon. It seemed that most of the women in the saloon were sighing after him, while most of the men were silently sizing him up. It was rather different to the reactions that past travelers had gotten. But, then again, this cowboy was clearly different to the others that had passed through. Casimir went back to serving customers, and collecting up empty glasses, right up until the cowboy approached the bar and finally made his request.

Casimir raised an eyebrow at the sudden request, but he complied. "Okay then. You'd be surprised how many people say that to me, y'know. But it's been average for me." he said, and he set a glass out onto the countertop, then poured in a strong whiskey. Setting the bottle back onto the shelf behind him, he then took down another bottle. Showing it to the cowboy, he asked, "Do you want this added to it? It's called vodka, and it's meant to be some pretty heavy stuff." Casimir watched the cowboy, eyes glancing over him, waiting for his response. He'd had several customers only have a small amount of it before they got inebriated, so he was sort of silently challenging to see how the cowboy could handle his liqueur.

[Casperphobia]

Reese raised an eyebrow at the bartender's first comment. He would be more surprised if most people didn't ask for a strong drink. It seemed like a common request in the cowboy's opinion. The bartender's next lines of dialoged made him mentally laugh. Of course he knew what vodka was. Despite this, he had to think on whether he wanted the strong alcohol added to his already hard drink. Reese didn't exactly have a high tolerance and he didn't feel like getting drunk.

"I'll have a lil' splash, Handsome." He let his eyes glance around while he talked. Reese couldn't help but notice a man in one of the corner that bore hole in the back of his head. Maybe he was thinking about fighting. The cowboy couldn't say he was looking to fight, if it happened, he would still enjoy it. Personally, Reese preferred duals as he was a pretty good shot, if he did say so himself.

Pushing his ego out of his mind, he continued to look around the saloon. It was pretty nice and even kind of homey. Reese felt like it gave off a vibe that if he ever felt down or lost, he could come here and take a load off.

"Name's Reese by the way. Just got in town with a few buddies. How about you?" Reese looked back at the bartender when he began to talk again. "What do you like to do for fun?"

Sorry it's so short!

[Consulting_Angel]

His eyes glanced over the cowboy's appearance as he waited for an answer. He had to admit, he could see why the women had swooned over the cowboy, for he was very attractive. But he didn't want to risk another... well, mistake. Attractive, charming and likely manipulative, Casimir was not going to let himself fall into that trap again. Sure, it had been just over nine months ago since he'd found himself in a secret relationship with a man that turned out to be an outlaw, but the memories felt fresh, and would serve as a reminder and a warning for him.

Hearing the cowboy talking, he refocused on the conversation at hand, and was slightly taken aback by the cowboy calling him 'Handsome'. He probably said that to everyone, Casimir convinced himself. "Alright then," he replied, and poured in just a small amount into the glass, then he pushed it across the counter, towards the cowboy. He kept quiet for a bit longer, watching as the cowboy looked around the saloon, taking it in. He was pleased about that - he liked it when customers took in the appearance and vibe of the place.

"Casimir," he introduced himself, after the cowboy, and then hesitated after the questions. "Well, I've lived here all my life. My father owns this saloon, and we make our own beer," he patted a barrel that had a tap attached to it behind the counter. He wondered what else he could possibly say, especially to a - handsome - stranger. Casimir shrugged slightly. "So, I guess my answer would be working here, and helping out on my parents' mini-farm." He glanced across the saloon, his eyes landing on the grand piano on a raised bit, in the corner. He nodded towards the piano. "I also play the piano occasionally as well. I know almost anything - if someone suggests a song that I can't play, they get free drinks for the night." He shook his head slightly, then asked, "Where are the rest of your..." he paused for a moment, looking for the right word, "...crew?"

[Casperphobia]

Casimir. Reese liked the way that sounded. He also liked the way Casimir reacted to being called handsome. But what really caught his attention was the mention of a mini-farm. He wondered what kind of animals were on it. In specific, a horse. Three of the Marauders had got their horses from a farm, Dallas being one of them. Reese had a soft spot for horses, always had. In fact, his love for horses started when he was a young teen, when he first met Chica. That was a different story though.

Free drinks also sounded nice. Maybe he would gather the gang and they could suggest songs. They have been to many, many places, they must know one that the bartender didn't know, right? Still, that didn't seem like something someone should do for fun. If Casimir considered his work, his job, fun then he needed to take a break and relax. Which gave him an idea. He would entertain that thought later.

"The boys? Oh, they're around. Since we just got here, everyone is exploring. Of course, I called on being the one who got to... explore the saloon," the cowboy said with a smirk. "Look, no offence, but you need to have actual fun. Working does not count as having fun. You know what? What time do you get off?"

Reese was curious if Casimir would actually oblige and tell him. He had a thought that he wanted to play with. It all depended on the bartender's answer. The cowboy wasn't sure the rest of the Marauders would be too warm about his idea, but Reese couldn't exactly say he cared.

[Consulting_Angel]

He was a little surprised by Reese's answer. He would have thought the cowboys would have stuck together - especially in case any trouble cropped up for them. Not that it likely would, since the place tended to be much quieter than most other towns, but he still wouldn't rule out the possibility of something happening. Even if the fact that this group of cowboys was probably the most interesting thing to happen in months, and would no doubt be talked about by the townspeople for a good long while after they left. It almost made him wish that there was a bit more excitement in his life. Almost.

Casimir was taken aback by the cowboy's reaction to his answer. He considered it fun - most of the time - even if it was work. Then again, it was what he was entirely used to. He liked reading as well, but he figured that maybe it wouldn't count either, so he didn't mention it. As he thought more about it, though, he did slowly realise that he did not have much of a life outside of working. At least, not anymore.

He raised an eyebrow when Reese asked him what time he finished. Casimir considered his options, because he already knew this game. It starts with what seems like an innocent question, and leads to something more. But he was intrigued, and he figured that he'd be able to back out whenever he wanted to, right? There was nothing wrong with just dipping a toe into the water. And he was very curious to see what Reese was planning.
"Midnight. At which point, my father takes over, and proceeds to kick out anyone who even looks slightly like they're going to start a fight." Casimir answered, adding on the bit about his dad because he could see a man staring daggers into the back of Reese's head.

He glanced across the bar, where a couple of customers were waiting for his attention. "I'd better get back to my job. You're welcome to stick around..." Casimir slightly smiled towards Reese, then he moved to serve the other saloon patrons. He worked almost rhythmically, as he poured out drinks, collected empty glasses and make small talk with the other customers. He knew pretty much all of them, so it was easy to find a topic for brief conversation. It would just be a couple of hours until midnight.

[Casperphobia]

A satisfied smile appeared on his face. Of course, he felt a lot more giddy than he let on, but Reese didn't want to show it. The cowboy gave a curt nod as he watched Casimir walk out of his peripheral vision. Once he was gone, his smile got a little bigger. Tonight was going to be fun, that was for sure. In the mean time, he brainstormed what they could do. One thing immediately came to mind which would help him in a more, how would he correctly put it, formal and business way. Hopefully Chica wouldn't mind.

Reese watched as Casimir work, though trying not to make it too obvouis because he didn't want to look like a creep. The way he worked was memorizing. There was a perfect flow as if he had memorized each movement from doing this million times, which Reese wouldn't be suprised if that was the actual amount of times Casimir had worked like this. He admired how he knew all of the customers and how every one acted like family. The whole scene was refreshing on account of the past several day; The Marauders running from the authorities did ware Reese down every once in a while. Just the thought made him tired. The cowboy traced the rim of his cup with his finger, debating whether or not he really wanted to go through with his idea. Reese didn't even notice someone had taken the seat next to him until he heard a sultery voice.

"Hey there cowboy." Reese looked to his right with an eyebrow raised, his eyes meeting a pair of stunning blue eye. The woman had strawberry blonde hair and light freckles that spread across her cheeks. Her outfit was a bit too tight for Reese's taste, and she obviously didn't know what personal space was. The man scooted a couple inches away, already able to smell the alcohol on her breath from where he was.

"Howdy, ma'am. I see you're enjoying yourself," Reese could barely repress a giggle. How many times had he been in this woman's shoes? Too many than he would like to admit. "Look, I'm not really interested in... um, hooking up tonight." The woman looked at him for a moment, like she was trying to study him.

"Your loss buddy," she replied to Reese's relief. She then stood up shakily and made her way to the next nearest man. He shook his head slightly with a small smile. Reese tilted his head backand gulped down the last remaining liquid in his cup. It was just a few minutes until midnight.