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Post by kitastrophe on May 15, 2008 3:25:49 GMT -5
She chuckled, taking the drink. "Thank you, and it is, indeed a bit different. Nice though. You're very kind."
She downed a good half of her drink and sighed, relaxing a little as she felt the tingle of the alcohol warm her to her fingertips. She looked over. "So... what is it you do, Mr. Burrows?"
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Post by Shane Lawson on May 15, 2008 3:37:58 GMT -5
Soon Lawson found himself seated across from her idly watching her as she enjoyed her drink, he'd declined a reply towards her remarks about his kindness. Sometimes he had his moments but rarely did he acknowledge them anymore. For whatever reason he fully expected her to go on about her own problems, but instead she turned the focus towards him! The question actually caught him off guard and he stumbled with an answer. "I.." he cleared his throat, swalloing back the lump in his throat.
"I'm in town to check on a potential tip on a silver vein for a friend of me back in Globe." Which was a town about 25 miles to the west, atleast as a crow flew. It'd been the same story he'd told Alex actually. "I sort of.. Freelance? Jack of all trades I suppose.." Hopefully that'd be enough for her as there was no way he'd be giving her the truth.
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Post by kitastrophe on May 15, 2008 3:43:23 GMT -5
"Hmm...that's what I seem to be at the moment, too. Haven't found a place to settle yet, thought it was here but now I'm not so sure..." She trailed off a moment, then looked up, curiously. He'd seemed hesitant with that answer, but she couldn't be sure. She wished he was drinking too, she felt strang sitting her imbibing with this kind stranger looking on. "Well, here's to your health..."
She finished her glass and set it on the table, folding her arms, staring at the table quietly a moment before looking up again, her blue eyes meeting his. "So are you always this kind to strangers?" There had to be a motive there, somehwere. She wondered if she'd need to go far to find it.
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Post by Shane Lawson on May 15, 2008 3:57:07 GMT -5
It was a faint sigh of relif that Lawson breathed when she moved on with her questions. "That's a good question." he smiled at her, his emerald green eyes meeting with her deep blues. "Sometimes I think it's a good idea to be a gentlemen and nice guy, not offten though.. So count yourself lucky!" he said teasing her, his elbows propped on the table and his chin on his balled up fists. "Are you always such a damsel in distress?" His tone was humorous of course, but that was just his way of distracting her from her situation.
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Post by kitastrophe on May 15, 2008 4:02:17 GMT -5
"Eh! Damsel in distress indeed, he's lucky all he got was an apron in the face after the remarks he made." She chuckled, though. "It's been a rough couple of weeks though, and I'll admit to that. You make a very nice gentleman, and I do consider myself the luckier for havin' met you."
This was perhaps true, she wasn't sure yet. For all she knew he was liquoring her up for that pleasure he'd hinted at earlier that afternoon. She could hold her own when it came to alcohol though, her slight frame was deceptively tough in that respect. So she'd wait him out, see what his true goals were..
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Post by Shane Lawson on May 15, 2008 4:08:12 GMT -5
He stiffled a chuckle, thinking that was something along the lines his sister might've said or done. "Maybe your fortunes will pick up, If you're at rock bottom how can you go any lower right?" Somehow thats where he saw this woman now. Again though, he didn't respond to her kind remarks towards him. "Though I'm sure finding another job in this town wouldn't be to difficult."
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Post by kitastrophe on May 15, 2008 4:14:33 GMT -5
"Mm, perhaps..." She said. She was pretty sure she wasn't going to be int his town long enough to worry about finding another job. Working the streets indeed... even in New York she didn't "work the streets" ... such base insults from a man she'd shared secrets and intimate moments with got her heated again and she bit her lip, looking around the bar as she attempted to return to her calm neutrality.
Rock bottom...yep, she agreed with him on that point.
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Post by Shane Lawson on May 15, 2008 4:18:52 GMT -5
Silence fell over the table for a moment before he reached into his vest pocket, withdrawing an elaborately decorated gold pocket watch which he checked. "I hate to abandon you so soon, but I should attend to a few matters." The watch clicked as he closed it, dropping it back into his pocket as he offered her a smile. "Let it get better from here." He said, scooting out from his seat and as he rose up he reached into his pocket and then tossed a few silver coins on the table in front of her, five dollars worth. "Good day Ma'am." Nodding, he scooped up his hat and turned for the door.
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Post by kitastrophe on May 15, 2008 4:22:57 GMT -5
Kate found herself disappointed when her companion begged his leave, although she wasn't surprised - she wasn't exaclty good company at the moment. "Well, good luck with your business, and a safe trip home if I don't see you before you leave." She said, rising to go as well. She flushed when he dropped coin on the table, and scooped it up immediately, following him. "Excuse me!"
Catching up, she held it out fo rhim to take back. "I can't accept this. You've been very kind but I am not, as you called it, a damsel in distress. Your company was worth more, and thank you for that."
She had at least two hundred dollars left, stolen from her old "employers." More than enough to get settled wherever she needed to be, but even if she'd been broke, she would not have been capable of taking charity.
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Post by Shane Lawson on May 15, 2008 4:45:07 GMT -5
Lawson gaze traveled down from her eyes to the outstretched hand with the money, without saying a word he reached up and took her hand in his, curling her fingers over the coins he smiled and said, "Keep it, It's my atonement." Sometimes the words of his pastor still rung in his head, he'd warned him about the path he was taking and knew he'd be ashamed of the way he sometimes made his living. The money he carried with him could be considered blood money given the men he'd killed to collect the reward. Though for the most part he had no remorse for the men he'd killed, he could see the times where he'd almost crossed that line and become like they were. And sometimes he'd give back and help someone in need to try and reset his moral compass in hopes that he'd always remain true to himself and his ideals. "I hope to see you again Kate, Good Day." Letting go of her hand he took two steps back before turning on his heel and leaving the Saloon.
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Post by kitastrophe on May 15, 2008 4:52:04 GMT -5
Katie wanted to protest, indeed she'd opened her mouth to do just that, but there was something about the look in his eyes... she couldn't insult him by refusing him this.. atonement though? That was an interesting word choice. She nodded her head in acceptance, and managed a slight smile as he made his farewell. "Yes, likewise..."
She watched him leave, and took a deep breath, then stepped out into hte streets herself, moving hurriedly past Ambrosia Club and towards the dirtier side of town, where she - for the moment - lived. It was still early enough in the evening, she considered the option of changing residence. There was that nice hotel that the girl she'd met at church owned, if it was only going to be for a night or two until she left town, it might be worth being a little unpredictable...
One wouldn't expect someone who just quit their job to upgrade their living circumstances, right? It was a good plan. She moved forward with purpose in her steps, glad to have something to do besides go back to the dirty room and wait for morning.
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Post by Shane Lawson on May 15, 2008 5:05:03 GMT -5
Three hours later
In the hours that'd passed since the Ambrosia Club Melt Down, Master had come around to his senses. Despite the fact that he was still quite insulted Kate disrespecting him in his bar he didn't want her to disappear into the night with the other outcasts of Lost Haven. Though he would never verbally apologize, given the fact he saw himself in the right, he would make an effort to mend fences. It took him half an hour before he had something to offer her, but instead of going himself he sent one of his men over to her room with instructions to either leave the package, or give it to her. But given the shadiness of the establishment the henchmen thought better of leaving it at the door and forced open the lock upon discovering noone was there. And so it was he left the box and note for her on the bed and departed into the night.
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Post by kitastrophe on May 15, 2008 5:09:33 GMT -5
Katie got to her door and paused, noting the broken lock. She paused, taking a deep breath, before pushing the door open and peering inside to see if an intruder remained. Her things were untouched, so... she was still in the door frame when she saw a package sitting on her vanity. Relaxing a little, she stepped into the room, again looking around cautiously. When it was confirmed to be unoccupied, she ignored the package, gathering up her few belongings and stuffing them into her carpetbag.
Once she was sure she'd gotten everything she was going to take with her, she stepped over to the package, her brow furrowing as she saw the address. It was from Masters. She hesitated, wondering whether or not to open it, but female curiosity did get the best of her at last, and she undid the string and let the paper fall away...
((what the hell is it?))
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Post by Shane Lawson on May 15, 2008 5:16:19 GMT -5
The note itself said nothing other then 'Elliot Masters' but the box contained much more. Inside of it rested two items, on the bottom was a white dress with blue accents and upon inspection it'd be obvious to her that the quality of the material and sewing was beyond words. It should of course, it was one of the Paris Specials that was literally sold off the back of wagons that weren't to uncommon in this town. Whether or not he'd guessed her size correctly was a good question, but resting on top of it? A pearl neckalce. Both expensive gifts, but he hoped that it'd send the right message to her.
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Post by kitastrophe on May 15, 2008 5:21:14 GMT -5
Kate stood there for at least ten minutes, staring at the gifts that had been left for her. Hesitating, she touched the fabric. It was a lot nicer than the things she owned, even back East. Money was not an issue for Masters, that much was clear. It was not an apology, it did not erase the nasty things he'd said...but her fears were calmed. A man did not spend this kind of money on a girl he intended to ruin.
Well, not this man. At least, if her instincts were correct. Sighing, she pulled her loose from its bun and ran her fingers through it, and then sat on the stool in front of the mirror. She felt so tired. Probably due, at least in part, to the strong drink she had just consumed with Shane Burrows. She didn't know what to think, but she'd stay here for the night.
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