Light Ice
A Real Bastard
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John Thomson
Dos tequilla, two...
The man from Kansas canted his head, throwing a casual glance over his broad shoulder...
Immediately his features warmed, a sweet face framed in drapes of dark silk had caught his attention. With interest peaked, he turned slightly at the bar, turning his glace forwards to follow the tender as he poured the woman's choice of mexican firewater.
Again the irritating cadence of Steve Foster filled the establishment, and John sighed heavily in frustration. The tune challenged him to finish his drink, and the former law man swiftly obliged.
The warmth that spread down his belly was savored, but his attention again drifted to the woman as she lifted her glass.
"Curious taste you have there, Ms..." John nearly whispered the words, his quiet nature getting the best of him.
The woman ignored him, filling her mouth with the liquor and setting the empty glass on the bar. There was a strong chance she couldn't have heard him, the drunkards in the establishment had taken up to singing along.
There was nothing worse that being ignored by a beauty, especially while listening to ruffians sing their favorite tune off key...
John sighed and motioned for the tender to pour him another drink, hand wiping at his brows as his thoughts got the better of him.
Dos tequilla, two...
The man from Kansas canted his head, throwing a casual glance over his broad shoulder...
Immediately his features warmed, a sweet face framed in drapes of dark silk had caught his attention. With interest peaked, he turned slightly at the bar, turning his glace forwards to follow the tender as he poured the woman's choice of mexican firewater.
Again the irritating cadence of Steve Foster filled the establishment, and John sighed heavily in frustration. The tune challenged him to finish his drink, and the former law man swiftly obliged.
The warmth that spread down his belly was savored, but his attention again drifted to the woman as she lifted her glass.
"Curious taste you have there, Ms..." John nearly whispered the words, his quiet nature getting the best of him.
The woman ignored him, filling her mouth with the liquor and setting the empty glass on the bar. There was a strong chance she couldn't have heard him, the drunkards in the establishment had taken up to singing along.
There was nothing worse that being ignored by a beauty, especially while listening to ruffians sing their favorite tune off key...
John sighed and motioned for the tender to pour him another drink, hand wiping at his brows as his thoughts got the better of him.