4 AM

[bbybleach]

His flask had run empty by the time he reached Thieves Landing. He was also running low on cigarettes. He only had enough cash for a drink or two and that's with the discount of his reputation. He sat down at one of the tables in the center of the saloon and called for a whiskey. He was not in any mood for talking or fighting. He just wanted to sit and think about his shit day. Most of his gang were killed in a shooting that day and the rest split up. He was alone now and low on cash. The saloon right now was not as crowed as it usually was, being it was 4 in the morning.

(i have no idea what im doing. im sorry. I just wrote this off the top of my head.)

[miluvrox]

Russell got off the horse that he'd been riding and headed into the saloon. He didn't particularly like being Thieves Landing and always made sure to be on his best guard when he was here but he didn't hate it. The place was obviously overrun with criminals and all kinds of characters of the seedy variety, hence the name. When he had a day off he would usually go to Thieves Landing and play a couple game's of Liar's Dice and drink and maybe even get a fine whore if he was in the mood. He was tired and decided he needed a break before riding home to Manzanita Post.

He walked up and rested at the bar, leaning on it with one arm. It was very early so the place was practically empty, which was something he was happy for. Even so, he made sure that he would be able to reach his gun and knife if need be. "I'll take a shot of Gin."He told the bartender when he came to him. He drunk the shot, knocking it back quickly and savored the warm burn it gave him."Another of the the same."He ordered the man. He had enough money for a couple of shots but he didn't plan on getting to drunk.

[bbybleach]

(so like wait do i reply or do i wait for someone else to reply?)

[miluvrox]

(you reply to my post and we keep going in order. When someone else replies the order would be you, me, the other person.)

[bbybleach]

Trevor looked over at the man at the bar. He didn't want to talk to anyone but he was drunk enough to let that side of him take over. He shot back the rest of his whiskey and stared at the man before getting the will to say any words to him.

"Hey boy." His thick southern accent broke that quietness of the room. "Hey, you got any cigarettes?" He stumbled a bit as he left his chair and walked up to the bar. "Now I know a cutie like you can certainly spare one." He got uncomfortably close to him.

( ok i get it now :* )

[miluvrox]

Russell couldn't help but to jerk a little when this strange man moved way too close to him. His muscles were stiff and he honestly felt uncomfortable. Normally, he would've pulled away easily and not even thought about it but he was in Thieves Landing and judging from the scars on the mans face, he was dangerous. He also noted that the man was quite attractive and it was obvious he was flirting with him so he might as well play alone.

"I've got a few. Here one if you want it." He told the man, his heavy French accent with a Canadian twang easily noticeable. He grabbed a cigarette from the pocket he kept them in and held it out to the man."Would you like a drink?"He asked him, moving a little closer.

(That's cool. Do you want them to hook up eventually?)

[bbybleach]

Trevor snatched the cigarette from his hand and lit it up quickly. After a few seconds of quietness, he says, "Sure. Whiskey." He shifted a bit away from the man. He noticed that he didn't look like the scum that usually traversed this area, and by scum he meant people like himself. He didn't see a badge so he wasn't a lawman, but he didn't see any gang accents.

"I haven't seen yous here before. Are you a Bollard or somehin?" He took a long drag on his cigarette and turned his head to stare quizzically at the man with his left eye.

"Whats your name, mister?"

(hm maybe eventually. but be careful. Trevor's a real dirtbag and any relationship for him is going to be short and unpleasant.)

[miluvrox]

(Yeah, i was asking because I didn't really want Russel to get with anyone yet.)

Russell inwardly let out a breath of relief when the strange man shifted away from him. He called the bartender over and asked him for another Gin and a mug of Whiskey for the man. He waited in silence while the stranger started to smoke his cigarette. When the drinks came he quickly knocked back his shot of Gin,

"Well I'm not a Bollard. I'm not actually in any gang. I'm just stopping by for a drink." He admitted to the man in a low voice. He didn't want anyone else to hear because that would make him an obvious target. He also didn't want to lie to the man because he could tell he was dangerous."My name is Russell. Yours?" He asked.

[bbybleach]

He grabbed the mug and drank until there was not a drop left. He finished his cigarette and flicked it to his side.

"Trevor.", he said has he exhaled the rest of the smoke. "Listen, I need to make some quick cash If you have anythin that needs doing," he smiled slyly, "all I need is about $40 to get by right now." He became tense, knowing that asking something like this usually got his ass kicked, but he needed the money.


(He might try to hurt him soon, is that ok? nothing too serious, like a scratch)

[miluvrox]

(I don't mind if he gets hurt as long as it's not that serious so he can get cut and stuff. Just know that Russell isn't going to just lie there and get beaten. He's going to hit back some.)

Russell couldn't really tell what Trevor was talking about but he knew it probably wasn't good. He normally had difficulty with some English but the man's thick southern accent made it even worse."I don't have 40 dollars." He told Trevor firmly, moving a ways away."But I do have 10." He was lying obviously. He had about 60 dollars on him but Trevor didn't know that. He knew that the man was dangerous and was probably going to try and rob him so he started loosening him muscles subtly, making sure he could reach his weapons and fight.

[bbybleach]

Trevor leaned in close enough for Russell to probably smell the liquor on him.

"Come on. You got enough to buy me a drink but you can't pay me to return the favor?" His speech was getting more slurred with each word. He placed his hand on Russell's leg, remembering what happened the last time he tried to score some cash this way. The bruises were still on his back and he now walked with a slight limp. He had his hunting knife at his side this time in case this attempt went the same way.

(you can hurt him as bad as you want, just not like coma-for-days, visit to the doctor, or death)

[miluvrox]

Russell couldn't help but to recoil a little at the strong smell of strong liquor that was coming from Trevor, who he could tell was obviously drunk by the way his speech became even more muddled and hard for him to understand.

His reflexes took over when the other man placed his hand on his leg, dangerously close to his ore private areas. He quickly made to grab and push Trevor's hand away."Well I'm not interested in that anymore." He told the other man. Truth was that earlier he had been flirting with him but he decided its best not to get involved with anyone from Thieves Landing.

[bbybleach]

"Hehe, I like you, boy." He smiled drunkenly. "Like you a whole lot."

As he stood up, he quickly jumped on top of the man. "Come on, man, now I know you have more money on ya." He growled. His hands were around the mans collar but he all he needed to do was reach his knife but he had a feeling this man would put up more of a fight. "I don't wanna kill you, sir, you're cute and all, but I ain't got no bullets or alcohol or cigarettes." His voice was low and rough.

(im really sorry if this is a little too much. .__. im really bad at writing action scenes)

[miluvrox]

Russell didn't freak out when the other man jumped him, pushing him to the ground."I used to like you but I ain't to sweet on you anymore."He told Trevor, breath a little heavy.

He'd already had a feeling that something was about to happen. Grunting, he swung his fist into Trevor's back hard enough to get his hold on his collar to loosen. He continued to hit the man in his back and he hoped it would be enough to weaken him enough for him to stand up.

[bbybleach]

"Shit! Fuckin' bitch!" He fell onto his back, off of Russell. "Bitch! Shit!" He continued to curse. "Fucking cock, fine! Keep your goddamn money!" He stumbled a bit before getting his legs. He was hunched over, holding his side, looking at Russell.

"You is fucking lucky that I ain't got any bullets. Fill you full of holes, mister." He held his side and sat down back at his table. "Damn if Brian were here, you'd be nothin but a bloody fuckin mess."

He was way too drunk and in pain to fight. He just wanted to go back to his gang in Mescelaro but everyone (well almost everyone) was dead. He was alone and desperate and had already started a fight without backup or bullets.

"Shit, man. Listen." He huffed. "Just listen, mister. I know you don't wanna kill me, and I don't wanna kill you or nothin. You seem like a decent man. I..." He looked down. "I apologies for what I did."

He took out his knife and dropped it on the table. "I don't wanna fight no more mister." He started crying. He knew how he got when he was drunk, and he was going to regret this later. But he knew deep down that he didn't want this life anymore.