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The double-doors of the saloon would creak open as she slowly pushes herself inside. As much as she wants to just slam them open, wearing what she is, looking like she does, she figures it's not the brightest of ideas.
She draws enough stares, regardless, but her eyes steel over as she takes in each and every one.
Wishing she had some spurs, she'll saunter over towards the bar and take a seat.
Taner and Zora ended up splitting ways, and not having any money himself, Josh decided to tag along with Zora. He still hadn't formally introduced himself to her yet (or anybody else on the team, really), but at least he knew her name from second-hand interaction.
He followed her into the saloon, glad he no longer had to block the sun from his eyes. Lots of booze, though. He wasn't legally allowed to drink but he imagined they didn't quite care about that here. He didn't have any money, though... and they DID likely care about that.
She'll sit down at an empty seat at the bar and look at the barkeep. She's aware of the stares, can feel them on her back, but she makes no motion to address them just yet.
Josh really wanted to say something like 'Howdy!' or 'Hi y'all!' to break the tension. He smartly resisted the urge, instead taking a seat next to Zora. He made the first move with the barkeep.
"You got a problem with cold, hard American cash, partner?" She'll muster up the best southern drawl she can and slams about five dollars worth of quarters on the bar.
"Why you no-good, lily-livered, horse-humpin-" Her hands ball up into fists as she starts shaking, almost perfectly picking up the parlance of the time in her anger.
She pauses her tirade as Josh stands up, looking over at him with fire in her eyes. They narrow at him, her anger clearly directed elsewhere as she turns back to stare at the barkeep one more time.
"Now you're gonna take my money and we're gonna keep this civil, cuz I've had a really long day," she begins, slowly. "Or you're gonna have a headache that rivals my own right now."
Oooooh gosh. Nothing like a bit of pressure to put a guy on the spot.
"You, uh, have every right honestly but..." Well, that wasn't a good way to start. Abort, abort! ".. If you do that, then we're probably gonna have the sheriff or whatever on our butts, and the others might get in trouble too!"
He forced a smile onto his face. "I-It's not so bad, I'm sure we'll find somewhere else where the guy isn't as much of a jerk. But like... the mission, right?"
Her eyes open, and she takes the shot glass the bartender sat down earlier and whips it at the back row, just over his shoulder, to shatter into whatever it may!
"You're right. Let's go."
She'll lift up her hand as she turns away from the barkeep, middle finger raised over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.
"Right... thanks!" Josh sighed, happy that this hadn't ended with anybody getting hurt. Even if the bartender deserved to be taken out back and have the bigotry beaten out of him, there was nothing any of them could do about it in this day and age. Product of the times and all that rot... man, the past was just full of mean people hating each other.
Well, that was stupid, the present isn't really much different, now is it?
Before they left, Josh scooped up Zora's quarters and carried them out to her.
"We're goin', we're goin'..." Josh quietly muttered, side-eyeing the patrons who were no doubt throwing the cold shoulder, if they weren't just outright glaring or jeering at them.
"Wish I could actually detect evil," he mumbled to himself.
After a few minutes of composing herself, Tammy managed to stand up, only to realize that most of her team had gone off in different directions.
Shit. How was she going to figure this stuff out if she was all alone? Taking a deep breath, Tammy made her way through town, hoping to locate the others.
The saloon maybe? It wasn't a sure bet, but she had to look somewhere.
Pushing into the room, Tammy was greeted by the sight of two familiar people and a whole lot of unfamiliar ones. There was a very brief, very awkward pause.
"Nothing, just stupid Dungeons and Drag..." He broke off from his words to actually look at Zora, noticing how she was staring down the bar. He turned, seeing how some of them were staring back. If this was anything like the two John Wayne movies and three Clint Eastwood movies he saw, at least three or four of those dudes were packing heat. Maybe more. He didn't like the prospects of actually having to pull out a barrier here.
"We should really-" Josh was cut off again, hearing somebody only glossingly familiar.
Wait... Tammy. They were podmates, but only for a little bit before this mission.
Another figure appears in the doorway of the saloon, sheriff's badge shining on the duster with a rifle slung over the shoulders. Hat tilted to obscure his face.
"Whose causin' trouble in my town?"
« Last Edit: Jan 24, 2016 17:51:44 GMT -6 by Taner Cross - Reason: I forgot the hat »
Josh gave a worried look to Zora, then Tammy, then a bigger one back to Zora. This sheriff had all the fixings... the star, the hat, the rifle... if there was ever a time to get an Ennio Morricone song stuck in your head, this was it.