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[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

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  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

Slade was here on official business. He was in search of a man who happened to evading the Sheriff. Something about money owed. Slade didn't always ask for the details if he didn't need to know them. Point yes: he was to retrieve said man and bring him to Clootie in peace or in pieces. Entering the bar a few eyes glanced his ways but he paid them no mind. His own causally surveyed the crowd, nonchalantly approaching the subject when they laid upon him. He was talking to a woman. One that was far too out of his league and very evidently a bar maid. And more.

He approached the two, casually leaning against the bar, his elbow on the wooden surface, the man's back facing Slade. For now. He raised a finger to the barkeep to give him a drink as he turned to the conversation, still not making his presence known to the man. He just listened to him try to -- poorly -- flirt with the wench. Apparently the man had money to blow on a whore but none to pay the Sheriff. Well, this was going to get interesting indeed. Slade shot back his drink, setting the glass down as he proceeded to remove his hat. "When you are about done, I would very much like to have a word." His eyes resting on the woman rather than the man, since he had better eye contact with her at the moment. But that would not last long at all now.

[Mae Slade]

Omera . Mae wasn't enjoying the attenions of the bumbling fool but she knew her place. She knew how to smile and bat her eyes and make a man think she saw no one else in this world but him--make him think she wanted only him. That he should keep coming back for her again and again. However, something today changed the game. A figure stepped behind him, and she looked over his shoulder and--Shit. She knew him of course, everyone did, but had yet to meet him upclose like this. Her expression shifted from one of fended interests to desire. There was something in his face, and the way he held his body that made her breathing slow. She much rather he be her client. His words made her former client turn, and as he did he tried to jump up. Mae used her foot to make him trip. Stepping over the man, clearly shifting her target, she lifted her fingers to trail over the chest of the deputy, as she moved out from between them. "Oops," it was said in a tone that was clearly not sorry for it. She iked the humiliation it gave the fallen idiot. The way others laughed at him. of Santru

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[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

you can run

  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

Slade lade's eyes followed the now fallen figure, laughter erupting in the bar from those who had seen the sight. His expression transformed, smirking as he looked at the alluring beauty step towards him. Ah yes. He could see the way she could entice a man . . . like a siren. Luring him to his very death. It was intoxicating really.

"Beg your pardon for a moment," he began to tell her. He wasn't exactly a polite person but he could play along with this whole, scenario. Besides, once he was done with business . . . then, they could play. He casually stepped forward, his boot stepping hard on the man's hand as he had tried to stand up, slight crunching from what would be a few broken bones with the weight and angle Slade had stepped on it. The man tried to stifle sounds of pain though hearing a few escape, was music to Slade's ears. The deputy crouched down in front of him. "Now don't fear, I'm not a cruel man," he told him in a low voice, his face close to the man's who did not dare move.

"I left your other hand perfectly in tact so you can finish yourself off since you clearly won't have her company tonight." Referring to the woman of course but then, they both knew that. "That is, after you pay the Sheriff what is owed." His voice becoming less unnervingly jovial to serious. He leaned forward towards the man's ear. "Don't make me come find you." And that threat was enough. Slade rose to his feet, while the man scrambled to his, quickly grabbing his hat, clutching his hand, and staggering out of the saloon. Slade casually turned back towards the woman, looking to gage her reaction to all this. "Now then, how about you let me buy you a drink." She had after all, helped in the process of humiliation. For that, he was impressed.

[Mae Slade]

Mae . Mae watched as he not only broke the man's hand but told him to use the other one to finish off. For a moment she didn't know how to react but it only lasted the fraction of a moment as her eyes widened, and cheeks flushed--not from surprise but desire. Seeing Slade use power, and how not one person int he bar stopped him was the most fun she'd had since----the most fun she'd had! "Bye now!" She called tot he man running out with a broken hand. "Enjoy yourself!" By himself! He looked at her and offered to buy her a drink. "Oh, I'd like that." She admitted, "Very much so." When the bartender came over she even added, "Don't add hte water." They often watered down the drinks to save money but for Jack Slade she would make sure he got the best so he would come back for more. And she was the best there was here! "You can buy anything you'd like here." Smiling she stepped closer, making sure he knew she was for sell. Slade

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[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

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  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

Well, her words of parting made it quite evident as to how she felt about the entire situation. No sympathy for the man. Now that was something he found to be quite intriguing. Some women were soft and caring. Others hardened and bold. He quite liked what he was learning of this one so far. He gave a nod to her when she instructed the bar tender not to dilute the drink.

Yes. Something stronger, something better. She told him that he could buy anything he liked here and the words only kept his smirk in place. "I reckon a lot of men offer to buy you a drink," he began to say, knowing this was the classic move when courting a woman, or in this case . . . keeping the company of a prostitute. He passed her the drink when the barkeep slid it towards them. "But how many of them can truly afford you?" He asked leaning towards her a little as he raised his glass to toast.

[Mae Slade]

Mae . Mae smiled up at him, not even pretending this time but honestly enjoying herself. She wanted to watch him over power more people but didn't want to seem short in the head. "A lot of men do," she confirmed, "and a lot of men can't." Afford her. She was Martin's favorite working girl here. He liked set her price high to the men who could pay it, and low to the men he called friend. Either way she didn't get much of the coin she earned. She didn't et to say who, or when. "But for Jack Slade, you might find I am with in your means." Meaning she'd risk Martin's ire and take whatever Jack offered. She wanted him. Martin wouldn't be too upset. Jack Slade was the Sheriff's right hand. The 2nd most powerful man in this town. Martin would want him pleased, and pleased well so he would think fondly of this place. "And if not--" She took a sip of the whiskey and didn't react too it, showing she was used to the hard lquier. She reached hand out to touch his shirt, while moving closer toward him, "--you don't seem like the type to let it stop you." To which, she really liked. Slade

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[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

you can run

  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

Well, wasn't she fun. Playing along with this entire thing. But then, it shouldn't come as a surprise given what he knew about her thus far -- as limited as it was. He supposed it was only the beginning with the way this conversation was going. "Without a doubt," he said confidently when she spoke of how she was within his means.

"But I do hope you aren't puttin' me in the same category as those other men," he added on with a wave of arrogance. "Cause trust me . . . " He leaned forward, speaking close to her ear as he continued. "I ain't like them." With that, he drew his head back and took a gulp of the drink. "So maybe it's time we quit talking about it and I start showing you." Cause clearly, this conversation was only going one way, and that was upstairs. "And you showin' why you're worth it." A taunting tease, his smirk still playing on his features.