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"Guess Oi should be, but Oi can’t say Oi’m interested… Moi sis don’t wanna go, so… Oi was thinkin’ a soignin’ up but the slot was filled so no doice."

"Guess Oi should be, but Oi can’t say Oi’m interested… Moi sis don’t wanna go, so… Oi was thinkin’ a soignin’ up but the slot was filled so no doice."

[stripper music plays]

He shuffled the deck one more time before splitting it and setting one half on the table in front of Jonah. “We wanna make a wager on this ‘un, though? Migh’ be fun tae make th’loser do somethin’.”

At the suggestion of a wager, Jonah rubbed at his face. He had many ideas, but most didn't seem to make much sense for the wager. "Mmm. Maybe we aughta. Do one thing th' winner says, yeh know. Loser has ta do somethin' th' winner wants..." Jonah said, flushing slightly as he figured out what he wanted, eyes locked on the others lips, trying to focus and read the expressions that were just so foreign to him. 

"Don’t worry, I’m sure everything will be alright. Worse comes to worse, you can try suing for brutality."

"Oi need ta call my sistah, Shayna, she. She needs ta come here," the Sniper spoke up, after a few minutes had passed. 

Shayna asks Jonah to come to her room and bring a camera. Excited that his sister has taken an interest in his hobby, he brings not one, not two, but an armful of cameras, which is approx. six, plus one tiny Baby Brownie he could fit in his shirt pocket. Exuberantly, he explains what each camera is best at, what lenses do what for different sorts of lighting and film situations, and just as he’s about to finish the third explanation, Shayna picks up a camera, and takes a photo of him. A photo of Jonah looking quite miffed that she didn’t even listen to his lecture, as is evident by her improper technique. “Wot’d yeh even want the bloody camera for?” He asks, hurt that she wasn’t becoming a photography fanatic just like him. Shayna points to a wall of photographs. Photographs of herself and Jonah’s twin brother, their parents, the sheep farm back in Australia, etc. All taken by Jonah. All excluding Jonah. “Somethin’s missin’, in’it?” She says simply, and after a bit of scrutinizing, Jonah’s face softens. Yes, something was missing. “Oi’ll troi an’ get it developed… in a few days.”

If the Sniper took his hand, he’d feel that the Engineer’s hand felt almost, but not quite normal. Instead of bones underneath the skin, there was obviously the frame of a Gunslinger. 

Jonah obeyed after that, seating near but not close to the other man. "Sorry. Jes', uh. Couldn't help meself, Oi s'pose. Quoite a big puzzle yeh got, though," he said, taking up his beer again and taking a bite of food, before washing it down with the cold booze. 

Buck had found himself with not much to do. He had finally convinced John to let him have his horses, even though he’d already bought them ages ago. Of course, they were being taken care of by a stable hand while he was working. So, being bored, he sat in the common room putting together a jigsaw puzzle. It was 1000 pieces, but the room was quiet and he could concentrate on it without any distractions. 

After a bit of thought, he decided he'd take a rest there to eat his food and drink the beer he'd taken, heading into the room and finding himself a seat. He'd noticed the other man in there, working on his puzzle, but was uncertain if he oughta speak up and talk to him. He sorta of hovered in front of the table the puzzle was on, staring at for a good long while before putting his sandwich in his mouth and bending over to put a few pieces in their place. One, two, three pieces were put in the right spot, on the first try no less. Taking a bite of his sandwich, he removed it from his mouth, looking thoughtful as he looked for more places to put the little bits of cardboard. 

"Y’know whut?" After scratching at his face, he waved a hand off at Boreas. "Help me out with ‘em and I’ll let’cha ride Boreas. Me’n a friend take care of ‘em in th’evenin’. But Boreas is a bit too big f’me t’ride. If y’all muck out his stall’n take care’a him’n his gear, y’all can use him durin’ th’day."

"Yeah, Oi'll troi," He agreed, smiling as he fed the horse another carrot, only two left after Boreas gobbled up that one. "Does she wanna carrot?" He asked, holding one out to the other man, wondering if they should exchange named. "Uh, Oi'm Jonah, by the way," he muttered, not really fond of handshakes, so he didn't offer one.