Western RP: play thread

Roy shook his head. "None yet." he answers truthfully. He doesn't look shaken by the comment. "Husband?" he asks. "Children?"

"My husband died. Liver cancer or some sort." she answered, her face pouted. "My kids are still in Ireland. I have a boy, he stays with his Uncle." she nodded. "He didnt want to come here." she stated, and took the shot of whiskey. "How long have you been here?"

"A year almost. Not long. I moved here from South Dakota." Roy says. "I'm sorry to hear aout your husband and son. If there's anything I could help with, let me know."

"No its fine." she smiled and took another shot of whiskey. She shook her head, and bowed her head. She got to her feet and straightened her cleavage. "It was nice to have met a fine young lad like yourself." she said kindly, and she curtsey'd. "I must be off." she said and left, leaving her elegant golden fan, and her purse on the bar. She walked towards her horse.

Roy smiled. "Clever." he whispers grabbing both items and running to catch up with her. "Wait, Miss O'reilyy, you forgot something." he said as she untied her horse. "Your fan and purse. a lady's best friends." he smiled.

She turned. "That always works." she grinned, and grabbed them. "I couldnt help it, I never had a lad run after me before." she smirked and kissed his cheek. "Thankyou sire, you are my hero." she got onto her horse. "Youre mother must be so proud, to have raised such a gentleman."

Roy blushed slightly. "Um, thanks, mrs. o'reilly." he says smiling. he looked up at her.

"I'll see you around then." she winked and she rode off

roy stared after her. It wasn't until he felt a mosquito bite him, did he go back to the hotel.

As night came, Becca rode to the Hotel. She rubbed her eyes and walked in, with a bag. She walked to the front desk.
"I would like a room please." she stated
"Sorry ma'am, we have no rooms ready now." the man at the front said,
"excuse me, now where am I supposed to sleep?" she asked.
"I dont know ma'am, but you cant stay here. we have no room."
"I demand to speak to a manager."
"I am the manager."
She slammed her fists onto the desk, and glared at him angrily, and the two conitinued to argue.

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Roy came down stairs to see what the fuss was about. "Mrs. Oreilly, how nice to see you." he said descending the stairs. He came to a stop at her side. He owed his head since he didn't have his hat on. "what seems to be the matter?"

Matt sat at his table in the saloon, watching to the man opposite him. He had marked the heavy shoulders and low slung gun belt on his way in and guessed the man to be a bravado who wouldn't back down. Ordering a whiskey from the barman, he had offered one to the brute, who's name was Will, and now they were deeply embroiled in a drinking game. Around the table others sat watching as Will downed his whiskey. Matt lifted his glass in slightly trembling fingers and downed it, his eyes bloodshot.

Originally posted by Tela
Roy came down stairs to see what the fuss was about. "Mrs. Oreilly, how nice to see you." he said descending the stairs. He came to a stop at her side. He owed his head since he didn't have his hat on. "what seems to be the matter?"

"This stubborn lad, will not give me a room." she stated.
"Miss there are no rooms left!" the man shouted back. Becca gave him a hard glare.
"Hmph." she groaned and looked at Roy. "I just need sleep." she whispered.

Roy smiled. "here, have my room. I can sleep on a cot in the room with my friend. No trouble, right Mister?" he asks the hotel mister.

"None at all." the man said.
Becca took the key and smiled at Roy, nodding her head. "Thankyou, sire." she whispered and walked up the stairs to the room.

Roy tipped his head to the manager. "Thank you, sir. Good day." he says before heading upstairs. He knocked on his friends door. After being let in he sets up a cot for himself.

She walks into her room, closing the door behind her. She undresses, and slips into a white slip. She lets down her long curly light red hair, and sat infront of the mirror and combed her hair, slowly counting.

Roy lays on the hard cot smiling dazedly. He couldn't even hear his friend talking to him. His mind was on the beautiful red headed fiesty widow.

She put her hair into a braid, and walked to her bed. She layed down, squirting the pillow with perfume, so her hair smelled nice in the morning, and dozed off.

The roaster sounded early, from a farm not to far away. Becca slowly opened her eyes, the sun was just rising. Her stomach growled. She sat up brushing the loose strands out of her face, and stood to her feet. She moved to the window and gazed out the window, with a smile on her face.