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[sealegs]

Keep your hands at your side, boys, or I cut them off.

[Isabela may not look much like a cowboy, but she's one of them through and through. She lost her ranch to a fire about a year ago and hasn't gotten the coin together for a new one yet.

She's got a hand full of cards, her eyes focused on them and the face of her fellow game mates around her. She's a regular here at the saloon, often drinking and and playing card games and flirting with a handsome man or beautiful woman.

Something goes awry - perhaps a hand up her thigh but it isn't shown - and she throws her cards in the man's face and stands.]

All right, then. Have it your way- a little bloodplay it is.

[She smirks as the other guys crack their knuckles. And as a punch is thrown, she quickly dodges -- and you can guess what happens from here.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Angela's station at the side of the piano, chatting up the player about any and everything. They're on the topic of which can-can girl he's eyeing to bed tonight when the racket coming from the card table draws Angela's attention away. Well, well, well. It's Isabela, the infamous cowgirl. Somebody must have tested their boundaries with her and Angela watches Isabela handle herself and the trespassers with ease from the safety of the corner.

No flying wood or bottles over here, please.]

[sealegs]

[Bam bam boom and the guys are down for the count. She doesn't escape without a few bruises and scrapes herself, but she hasn't survived being a cowgirl without getting a bit bloodied up on occasion.

She then goes to the bar and orders a strong drink.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Impressive. Usually violence doesn't turn Angela on, but bad girls do, and Isabela certainly falls right into the first spot of that category. With the piano player long forgotten, Angela moves over to where Isabela is and sidles up to her causally while pulling a couple of bank notes from her cleavage that end up being handed to the tender on shift between two slim fingers.]

Start her tab on me.

[sealegs]

[And that endears Isabela to her immediately. Both the tab and the cleavage.]

Ooh- what's a girl gotta do to show her gratitude for that, mm?

[thenormalsquint]

Impress the pants off of me. Considering I'm wearing a skirt and you beat up those hooligans yourself, I'd say you're more than halfway there.

[What a lady. First in a saloon, paying for another woman's drink, and now... flirting? Women used to be women back in the days and... yeah, Angela was never proper.]

[sealegs]

Mm. Well, I think I can handle that.

[She winks and gets her drink, raising it up and tipping it back.]

I don't intend on going anywhere.

[withloadedguns]

[It's too bad he can't order a quiet bar to go with his drink...

Yeah, all right, he'll watch. Never know what might come out of something like this.]

[sealegs]

[And she goes to beating up these rowdy dudes, spilling cards and drink and laughing while she does it. She doesn't draw her guns - not yet.]

[withloadedguns]

[The cowboy likes~]

[sealegs]

[And when she's all done, she dusts off her jeans and settles by the bar.]

Sorry about the mess- [she winks at the barkeep... then at the handsome cowboy next to her.] -I'll clean up the trash later, I swear.

[withloadedguns]

[You mean him? Oh, niiiice. She gets a sidelong grin in return.]

Bet you will.

[He has no doubts.]

[sealegs]

So where d'you hail from, cowboy?

[withloadedguns]

Wherever I was before I got here.

[dignity_misery]

That one needs his arm broken, Bela.

[See him? That one with the red hair who thinks he can get a gun out of its holster before she snaps him like a twig.]

[sealegs]

Carla, you do know how to make a girl smile!

[Isabela laughs when a guy tries to grab her from behind, arms circling around her and trapping her arms. Ah, but- headbutt! And he lets her go. Groin kick! And he's down for the count.]

[dignity_misery]

[She grins back watching lazily from the bar.]

I'd join you if I could.

[All in all, she was lucky all she broke was her leg when that horse threw her.]

[sealegs]

Mm-

[Bam bam boom fight's done and Isabela's nice and sweaty.]

I just hope you enjoyed the show.

[dignity_misery]

I always do. Come buy my drink.

[sealegs]

Only because you're so charming.

[She pulls out her coin purse, presenting something shiny and nice for the bartender.]

[dignity_misery]

Of course I'm charming.

[Except when you aren't...]

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[worldofourown]

...That one needs a broken bottle gouging his eye.

[ Also: Duck, Isabela! ]

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[sealegs]

That does sound fun, but nothing a good ol' headbutt won't fix, either.

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[majorcrotchgrab]

... Good luck.

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[sealegs]

[It's after the fight, now, and she wipes away a bit of blood from her mouth.]

No luck necessary, sweet thing.

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[majorcrotchgrab]

You're quite the fighter.

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[sealegs]

Of course- it's what I do. Well- nowadays, anyway.

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[majorcrotchgrab]

Nowadays?

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[sealegs]

Used to have a ranch- but it, well, couldn't survive a fire.

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[majorcrotchgrab]

Ah. Sorry to hear that.