A Nice Cold Drink (OPEN)

[Katrina "Kat" Miller]

Kat whistled to herself as she cleaned the bar, quietly polishing the old mahogany until she had gotten rid of the grime of spilled whisky, gun powder, and the occasional splash of dried blood.

Her hair was piled upon her head, a few tendrils around her face, revealing a long elegant neck. Her figure was complimented in a revealing red dress, decorated with black lace.

The balmy august evening remained outside of the Saloon, the inside was dark and cool, a few lamps burned nailed on the wall, others placed on the various tables. The poker table was set up, the Saloon girls were putting the finishing touches to their incredibly beautiful faces and a toothless old man placed his music upon the piano.

"What can i get ya?" Kat asked.

[|faye.carson|]

"Three aces and a pair of kings. That's a full house boys," someone said as the saloon door swung open. A man with a cowboy hat blocking his face stood there, more a silhouette than a figure. You could tell he had broad shoulders, arms with thick muscles, a narrow waist and cowboy boots without spurs. Everyone turned to look curiously. Some drunk called, "Shut the daum duur!" his words slurred.

The man stepped over the threshold, the door sliding back into place behind the man. He walked, well more like sauntered, or even glided, over to the bar. He took a slow seat in the barstool. He lifted his hat and showing his face for the first time. He set the hat on his lap. People had given him odd stares coming into the town, a dog had ridden on his lap, that would be Pardner, his yellow lab mix.

His sterling silver eyes looked at the bartendress. "Water, please." He put a dime on the counter. He was a little dirty. "Do you offer baths here?" he wondered. "Or perhaps there is a bath house around here?" he asked tiredly. He could also use a visit to the barber. He ran his hand over the stubbles on his chin and jaws.

[Katrina "Kat" Miller]

"Comin' right up stranger." Kat moved with the careful elegance of a trained tight-rope walker, her slim and sensual body walked around the bar in perfect memory, she knew where everything was quite easily.

Putting a clean glass onto the bar, she poured the handsome man a water. Bit dirty, very handsome, nice eyes. She slid the glass along the bar to him, sweeping up his Dime en route and popping it into the till.
She bent under the bar, a few men ogling her behind as she did so.

"Of course Stranger - we've got baths and rooms. Here ya go." She smiled warmly as she handed him the key to room 8.

"My names Kat by the way" she offered her delicate pale hand to him.

[Sterling Calaway]

"Mind if I bring a partner in with me? He needs a good bath too," he said. Setting two dimes down, "If you could get fresh water in there that'd be nice," he offered.

He watched her quietly, her dark hair piled up high in the saloon girl fashion, at least her face wasn't painted like the other women. He took her hand, shaking it gently. He felt that kissing it would leave some whistles and hoots to the other drunks in the parlor. The door opened and another customer walked in, this time Pardner snuck in. The dog looked around before he spotted the dark stranger. The old dog limped over. He was some what dirty.

"This would be my partner." He still hadn't given the lady his name, but he wasn't in to shouting his name around the room. Besides, she'd figure out who he was later, being a doctor he had a feeling he'd be in the bar quite often....

"Hey buddy, keep the mutt outside," a drunk said.

"What is your horse gonna join you in that room too?!" everyone burst out laughing.

Sterling said nothing at first. He just stood up looking at the drunks. He could have said something but the last thing he needed was to mend some drunk's broken nose. He picked up Pardner, slinging the older dog over his shoulder and walking up the steps, "The maid or whoever brings the water can come on in," he said to Kat.

----(what if she brings the water as if the maid or such was sick that day or something?)----

Sterling sat on a chair, is coat was set to one side, his hat hung on the little post of the bed. His suspenders hung to either side of him. He was unbuttoning his vest, he set his watch aside, then finished his vest before removing the ascot at the collar of his shirt before he started to unbutton that. Pardner sat at his feet quietly. He lifted his head, looking at the door. "Come in," he said gruffly, his voice purely masculine and maybe a tid bit tired sounding.

[Katrina "Kat" Miller]

Kat smiled at the stranger as he walked upstairs to the room, getting a serving girl to mind the bar, she began walked into the back.
Filling up two buckets of water, she carried them up the stairs. Her back straight and her body still elegant. It seemed incongrous that such a delicate woman, with no visible strength could carry two huge buckets of water.

"Here we are." She said as she nudged the door with her thigh, causing it to swing open lazily.

"Oh my!" She exclaimed as she saw him half naked, she turned her back to him as she entered the bathroom, emptying the two buckets of hot water into the steel bath. Kat had seen men much more naked than he was, however, he was so handsome, so rugged, laced with muscle and confidence, he was truly rendered beautiful and she felt completely inadequete in his presence.

[Dallas Nash]

Dallas pushed open the doors too the Crazy Wolf Saloon. It was the first saloon he had seen in this rugged town, and as he was tired from his long journey and needing rest and refreshment, he had little other choice. He scanned the room with his cool green eyes, his tan cowboy hat modestly covering his black curly hair. He spied a toothless man playing the piano, and some maids with facepaint and suggestive dresses. This was very different from his Saloon back home, The Saloon, where a tired old man was the only person at the bar serving. Dallas called for his helping hands, about four other men of rugged appearance.

They approached the bar, their hands naturally placed on their six shooters. He waited patiently for someone to serve him, though he didn't know how much longer he could wait before yelling for assistance.

[Sterling Calaway]

Sterling eyed the woman. If she was embarrassed at his shirt off, what the hell was she doing in a Saloon, as a bartender no less. He respected her feelings toward him and didn't unbutton any more. Pardner whined, seeing the water. "I know, but it's just water, can't bite." Sterling tossed his Colt .45 to the bed, before he pulled his boots off. Pardner walked over to Kat, licking her hand. Sterling walked to the window looking out. "I think someone down there might need you," he said, noticing a few new horses down at the hitching post. Paint stood quietly with his ears pinned as he looked at the new horses, craning his head to look at them curiously. He then swished his tail and went back to sleep.

He'd need to go to the livery later, see what he could do for his Paint. He waited till Kat was gone, trying not to think about how intimate it was to be alone in a room with a woman and half his articles of clothing gone. He itched the top of his head quietly, thinking to himself, 'it's been a while old man' but that was it, his hay rolling days were over. He finished taking his clothing off, sticking pardner in the tub, lathering the poor dirty creature up before he hopped in the other tub, scrubbing himself down, and his clothing.

He finished and felt a little renewed. He left the tub water there after he finished with Pardner. He left his clothes out to dry on the chairs, the less elegant ones, before crawling under the sheets, Pardner at his feet, and taking a light nap.

(I'll come back in, I'm gonna let you and Dallas rp a couple of times before he comes back down)

[Katrina "Kat" Miller]

Kat swept down the stairs elegantly, seeming to float rather than walk. A few men whistled, others, more vulgar men called out suggestive things.

"Hey Stranger, what can i help you with?" She pulled out some glasses and put them on the bar, sweeping her hand across the shelves of various liquors and beers, "Pick ya poison."

[Dallas Nash]

Dallas Nash nodded at the fair lady. "Hello mam', we need some drinks and information" He took off his hat and looked over the woman. She spoke with brevity and was very pretty.