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the "dollars" trilogy - man with no name

-70-

Sure seems like there's something in the air today.

Here I thought it was springtime that got everyone like this.

But it seems like the City isn't too particular about seasons.

[ooc: Ha ha, he says, look at all of you acting goofy. But don't worry: he'll get his in a minute, when he sees

brobeforehos ♥ He's in town again, with the horse, getting some necessary supplies and such.]

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[Whoa. Whoah, wow, alright then. He's talking to her and he's got the bluest eyes and those aren't normal, are they? They can't possible be.

Mae, speak.]

Howdy--you do? How do you do?

[You wouldn't think a girl with pink hair would be striking for anything besides the shock of, you know, pink hair. But this moment has proved that wrong. And wrong by miles.]

All right.

And...you?

[She's not sure what warranted all this sudden attention, but she does like it. Yes, really.] Me? Oh, I'm - you know. Lunch break.

[Well, that's clearly what she's doing, though it doesn't quite say how she is. But...it makes him smile.]

Yeah.

[He's got astonishingly white teeth for a man who wears ponchos as a fashion statement. She's a bit blinded by them, and has to shake herself back to the very slow-moving conversation.

And when all else fails, she remembers the few lessons in etiquette that did stick with her, to her mother's pride. She holds out her hand.]

French fries?

No. Thanks. But, um...

[Yeah, he's gonna.]

I wouldn't mind something else later on. If you're...so inclined.

["Something else" being, like, dinner or whatever. And he hopes she doesn't misunderstand.]

[Protip: just ask it nicely and openly, and leave no space for misinterpretation. Like right now. Where Mae is raising one eyebrow and repeating his words a bit more slowly.]

Something else?

Something...better to eat than, ah...French fries.

[Yes, he's asking you to dinner. More or less. Do you accept? Note: dinner may end up being something like fried chicken.]

[First thing that goes through her mind is: like chocolate?. But a good thing to note is that she doesn't say it!! Go Mae, whoot.]

You mean like dinner? You and I? [On a date?]

Yeah.

If you want to call it that.

Well - I could also call it a date.

You could.

[Does that mean yes???]

[She leans back against the back of the bench, crosses her legs and looks at him with a sort of smile.]

Or you could make the actual question, so I don't get the wrong idea.

[Really? We're gonna play that game? ... ... ... All right.]

Have dinner with me.

[A question that isn't a question. That's how he rolls.]

[Yes, we're playing. She's already charmed, but it doesn't mean she doesn't get to play.]

Hmm - points for trying, though that didn't sound like a question.

[Slow smirk.] But sure.

So that's a yes?

I thought I was clear with the answer.

Clear enough.

[Well if that's settled. She wants to know more about him! She needs to knoooow.]

Does your horse have a name?

[He looks over his shoulder at the horse.]

Does he...need a name?

He's your horse. If he responds to no name, then I guess it's...not a problem?

[She looks over his shoulder at the horse, too!] But he's handsome.

He does all right.

[A faint smile for her.]

How'd you get a horse in the City? [Are you that special? Dat smile, maybe.]

I rode him in.

[True story. He was riding out of San Miguel and wound up riding into the City.]

Seriously? Wow. [IMPRESSED.]

That's pretty impressive.

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