Post by Jay on Feb 7, 2023 5:21:31 GMT
The Bottom of the Bottle
The young man hadn't been in town for very long, but had already garnered an assortment of strange stares from the locals. Jay didn't exactly look like the typical kind of man who would wonder into a western town without reason. His clothing was far more 'modern' than what they were use to, and the scouter over his right eye looked like something out of science fiction to these people. It was a reaction that Jay had expected, and one he would chose to ignore.
He came to Lonestar Town on a mission, escaping East City as quickly as possible. With that part out of the way, he had a lot of contemplation on his to-do list. The young man walked into the town on foot, carrying only a duffle bag over his right shoulder. Dust covered his cargo pants as he passed under an arch that welcomed travelers. He would continue walking a ways past various wooden buildings before finally reaching one that was labeled 'Saloon'. Boy did he need one of those about now.
Without putting much thought into it, the former soldier would march directly into the building, pushing open it's double doors as he did. The building itself wasn't too full of patrons, but it certainly fit the 'old western' motif. The men that were there appeared to be gambling with both cards and dice. Some told stories while they drank. The bartender was a very salty man who polished a huge glass as the fighter took his seat at the bar. "New arrival eh? Dressed like that people are bound to stare, apologies for that... What can I get ya stranger?"
Jay would offer a soft smile before replying, "Double shot of whiskey, and it better be the strong stuff if you want my story." The bartender would chuckle a bit before filling a glass as requested. The older man would shoot a grin back before remarking, "I don't remember asking for it, but if you're willing youngster." The fighter would take a large swig of his drink before replying yet again, "I know your type, and if I tell you my story it'll help lower suspicions... I guess you could call me a 'run away' from East City. I got myself into a bit of trouble, but nothing too serious." Jay did make an effort to downplay the seriousness of his situation. Just about every soldier and guard in East City was on the hunt for him. The older man's grin would fade as his attention was drawn away from the new arrival. His eye's shot towards a group of three overweight men wearing cowboy regalia. It was something right out of a classic western.
Two of the men would knock over some furniture, while the third grabbed a stack of cash from a gambling table. Not one soul in the bar dared to make a move just yet, as all three of these men has six-shooters on their hips. "Some fine folk in this town," Jay would quietly jest to the barkeeper. Meanwhile, the largest of the men would walk forward. "Norman, Norman, Norman... The boy and I have come for the money you owe us. Just like every other Tuesday." The man behind the counter would grimace. He would begin trying to escape the situation, "Uh, Butch. Money? Again? But I just paid you yesterday..."
The thug would respond again, "Yesterday was a fee for looking at us funny! Today is for your own safety!" As this was said, Jay would simply turn his head to the man with a very solemn look. The thug's face would turn to a frown before remarking, "Ah, the new guy thinks he can put on a brave face? I guess he doesn't know the rules around here. We're the Red Bandit Brigade! The badest gang of cowpoke in the west." The two men behind him would stand with their arms crossed, all attempting to be intimidating. Jay, of course, was having none of it. The man stood up from the bar before turning directly to the largest man. "Think you're tough because you have a weapon?"
He would hold out his right hand and point it towards the group of men. They all stood in confusion for a moment, but Jay's hand would suddenly be filled with a loaded gun! An Uzi would appear his his grasp before thin air, and he would immediately pull down on the trigger. A spray of bullets exploded outward, peppering all the thugs before they even had a chance to draw their weapons. It was an utter massacre. When he was done unloading it's clip, a small puff of smoke would leave the tip of the weapon, before it would vanish in a flash of purple light. "Night. Night."
The young man hadn't been in town for very long, but had already garnered an assortment of strange stares from the locals. Jay didn't exactly look like the typical kind of man who would wonder into a western town without reason. His clothing was far more 'modern' than what they were use to, and the scouter over his right eye looked like something out of science fiction to these people. It was a reaction that Jay had expected, and one he would chose to ignore.
He came to Lonestar Town on a mission, escaping East City as quickly as possible. With that part out of the way, he had a lot of contemplation on his to-do list. The young man walked into the town on foot, carrying only a duffle bag over his right shoulder. Dust covered his cargo pants as he passed under an arch that welcomed travelers. He would continue walking a ways past various wooden buildings before finally reaching one that was labeled 'Saloon'. Boy did he need one of those about now.
Without putting much thought into it, the former soldier would march directly into the building, pushing open it's double doors as he did. The building itself wasn't too full of patrons, but it certainly fit the 'old western' motif. The men that were there appeared to be gambling with both cards and dice. Some told stories while they drank. The bartender was a very salty man who polished a huge glass as the fighter took his seat at the bar. "New arrival eh? Dressed like that people are bound to stare, apologies for that... What can I get ya stranger?"
Jay would offer a soft smile before replying, "Double shot of whiskey, and it better be the strong stuff if you want my story." The bartender would chuckle a bit before filling a glass as requested. The older man would shoot a grin back before remarking, "I don't remember asking for it, but if you're willing youngster." The fighter would take a large swig of his drink before replying yet again, "I know your type, and if I tell you my story it'll help lower suspicions... I guess you could call me a 'run away' from East City. I got myself into a bit of trouble, but nothing too serious." Jay did make an effort to downplay the seriousness of his situation. Just about every soldier and guard in East City was on the hunt for him. The older man's grin would fade as his attention was drawn away from the new arrival. His eye's shot towards a group of three overweight men wearing cowboy regalia. It was something right out of a classic western.
Two of the men would knock over some furniture, while the third grabbed a stack of cash from a gambling table. Not one soul in the bar dared to make a move just yet, as all three of these men has six-shooters on their hips. "Some fine folk in this town," Jay would quietly jest to the barkeeper. Meanwhile, the largest of the men would walk forward. "Norman, Norman, Norman... The boy and I have come for the money you owe us. Just like every other Tuesday." The man behind the counter would grimace. He would begin trying to escape the situation, "Uh, Butch. Money? Again? But I just paid you yesterday..."
The thug would respond again, "Yesterday was a fee for looking at us funny! Today is for your own safety!" As this was said, Jay would simply turn his head to the man with a very solemn look. The thug's face would turn to a frown before remarking, "Ah, the new guy thinks he can put on a brave face? I guess he doesn't know the rules around here. We're the Red Bandit Brigade! The badest gang of cowpoke in the west." The two men behind him would stand with their arms crossed, all attempting to be intimidating. Jay, of course, was having none of it. The man stood up from the bar before turning directly to the largest man. "Think you're tough because you have a weapon?"
He would hold out his right hand and point it towards the group of men. They all stood in confusion for a moment, but Jay's hand would suddenly be filled with a loaded gun! An Uzi would appear his his grasp before thin air, and he would immediately pull down on the trigger. A spray of bullets exploded outward, peppering all the thugs before they even had a chance to draw their weapons. It was an utter massacre. When he was done unloading it's clip, a small puff of smoke would leave the tip of the weapon, before it would vanish in a flash of purple light. "Night. Night."
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