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[withloadedguns]

Been thinking I could use a hot bath.

[ooc: City, there is a naked cowboy in a corner of the hot springs, stretched out, smoking, generally relaxing...and quite naked. Yup. Feel free to find him, bother him, whatever. ... Is it me or did it just get a little High Plains Drifter in here? Hmm...]

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[totallyinaband]

[Reads this post. You don't play fair, cowboy.]

[withloadedguns]

[Sorry it's not illustrated, Stephen.]

[totallyinaband]

[maybe it's for the best.]

[withloadedguns]

[Yeah, maybe. I guess you have to see him in person now if you want to see anything at all.]

[boutant]

[ oh good lord going to trip and fall in the hot water if she stares too much NOT THAT SHE'S STARING... ]

They allow smoking in here?

[withloadedguns]

They seem to allow most everything else.

[Like...staring women.]

[boutant]

Like...?

[ SHE'S NOT STARING she is looking around that's not staring. ]

[withloadedguns]

Like smoking.

[And similar things.]

[boutant]

[ No Name that isn't even an answer. ]

Don't drop it in the water.

[withloadedguns]

[Yes it is.]

That'd be a waste of a good cigar.

[As if that thing he's smoking can even be called either good or a cigar.]

[boutant]

[ No it isn't. ]

Exactly. And a waste of hot water.

[withloadedguns]

And I think I'd rather have both.

[boutant]

Excellent priorities.

[withloadedguns]

[Wink.]

[dignity_misery]

[She wouldn't have found him if it hadn't been for the smell of his tobacco. She recognizes those cigarillos, and follows it quietly. Do you know how quietly a Reanimate can move when it's stalking, sir? She comes to sit next to him, perched on the edge above, her legs up to the calves dipped into the water.

Let's see those quick reflexes, cowboy, or she's going to snatch that cigar off you again.]

[withloadedguns]

[How about no on that? If only because, well, there seem to be a pair of legs in the water next to him...which is where his eyes start...and then progress up to knees and, you know, further...eventually ending up at her face. And, well, the only response here is to take the cigarillo out of his teeth.]

Hello.

[Almost deadpan delivery there.]

[dignity_misery]

[The legs might be a better to look at if they weren't scratched and burned. She looks back at him with an amused smile.]

I was hoping you'd share that with me, you know.

[withloadedguns]

[Yeah, probably.

He holds the cigarillo before him, regarding it carefully.]

Yeah?

[dignity_misery]

[Her feet stir slowly, not really kicking or disturbing the water much, just a lazy movement to feel the water murmur against her skin.]

Yeah, it was a thought I had.

[She doesn't really smoke. She doesn't like when he roommate does it in their apartment because the smell lingers, but she likes to invade the cowboy's space, and this is an easy way to do it]

[withloadedguns]

[He keeps looking at it...]

I might be able to spare one.

[dignity_misery]

That might ruin my fun.

[withloadedguns]

...

I guess one of us will just have to put up with that.

[Someone's fun is going to be ruined in this situation, somehow.]

[dignity_misery]

[She laughs.]

Maybe we should compromise on another way for me to get at your mouth.

[withloadedguns]

So is...that really your game?

[Dat smile.]

[dignity_misery]

Currently.

[She has others.]

[withloadedguns]

All right.

[He'll play that game. And the cigarillo goes back in between his teeth.]

[dignity_misery]

That was easy.

[Although she wouldn't really say that would ruin her fun.]

[withloadedguns]

[He just sorta grins...]

[dignity_misery]

[Aw cowboy. It crosses her mind to wonder if he'll mind her hand on the back of his neck, but the brief consideration of the possibility isn't enough to stop her from reaching to do it anyway.]

[withloadedguns]

[He doesn't react--not yet--but he's certainly watching what she's doing from the corner of his eye. He's a troublemaker sometimes, but he's not stupid. This might be a game. But he takes some games seriously.]

[dignity_misery]

[He's watching and she grins, low and sharp. It's smart to be wary of her, and maybe that's the real message the claw marks and bite wounds and burns across her skin really have to send. His smile reminds her of Blonde, in a way, although it's much less infuriating than that sweet crocodile grin her roommate could plaster on. She'd punched him across the face for that smile, but for the cowboy she thinks she's just going to toy with the damp hair at the nape of his neck.]

[withloadedguns]

[He can deal with this. Probably.]

Are you planning on getting in the water? Or...is that as far as you go?

[dignity_misery]

[She hadn't really intended to go further, the burns on her leg need to be watched carefully any bacteria and this place is a breeding ground for it. She was perfectly willing to injure herself, a prolonged infection was less appealing, however.]

Are you going to swim away, if I say no?

[withloadedguns]

No. Probably not.

[dignity_misery]

I think I'll stay up here, then.

[Though her feet do stir the water slowly.]

[withloadedguns]

[He can deal with that. He'll just lean against the edge of the spring and smoke.

Not bad. Not bad at all.]

[dignity_misery]

[There's a spot between her knees with his name on it when that seven minute cigar is through.]

[withloadedguns]

[Oh yeah? Maybe he ought to smoke a little faster...]

[dignity_misery]

[Bingo!]