#maevc

            Always those cryptic newcomers. The Madam reached a point where she didn’t want to listen to them anymore. Sure, they were the ones who made her business - & what kind of business after all -  paid her debts. But all she had to endure for that, it wasn’t paid enough. What a relief to have some others to do the job for herself most of the time now. 

“ Is this your way to convince me to offer you one of my girls, because I can not tell if you are being sarcastic before being dramatic… but you do sound a little pathetic, darling. ”

one brow arches, jerichos nose wrinkling for a moment as he considers the comment.

“guess, idle thoughts should remain just that, huh?”

it was more of a verbal musing than much else, but apparently she had taken it as an ‘ask’.  probably because she had to stay on her toes... had to learn to read the good and the bad as far as intentions go...

“no, ma’am.  not lookin’ for nothin’ like that.”

he finally gives a nod.  tipping the glass between his fingers in a gesture before raising it to his lips for a taste of the deep amber liquid nestled an inch deep at the bottom.

“just thinkin’ that a blaze of glory would be that bit more -- fantastic -- than say... slipping in the bath.  or a drunken trip.  or a even a bad burrito.”

nobody could’ve guessed they'd be lucky enough to find a car out there, one that's still running first of all ; he's GRATEFUL when she takes that part over, letting him sit on the co-driver's seat while she drives. he wouldn't even be able to concentrate on the road after all — so far they've really been lucky, so it doesn't come off as a surprise when suddenly the engine shuts off.

        ❝ fuck ❞, Daryl curses under his breath, he's got no strength left in his body — he doesn't know if he's able to walk any longer, or RUN for that matter since they didn't come very far until now. ❝ gotta be kiddin’ me. we ran outta gas? ❞ if THAT's the case there's no way they're going to get much farther than this. being stuck in the woods in the middle of the night is not exactly what they need right now.

     Saren rarely traveled to Sweetwater, but she had a few items to trade and wanted to rid herself of some of the extra skins she had crafted. She was also in need of a hot meal and a soft bed -- mostly the soft bed.

     Tying Luisa to the stall outside, and ignoring some of the odd looks the men were giving her, Saren tucked a few of the more valuable items into her coat and walked inside the Mariposa Saloon.

     With the whiskey flowing, the piano playing, and the card games abound, no one really turned their head when Saren made her way towards the bar. She pulled out a few coins and a crumpled dollar bill.

     “ Glass a whiskey and your cheapest hot meal, please. ” 

“Yeah, so I’ve heard.”

His shoulders were tense, hunched up as dark eyes focused on his boots. Swallowing hard, Logan’s hands laced together, hanging limply off his knees as he tried to come to terms with what he was hearing. It was nothing new, just... a new voice, that was all. A woman’s voice, as opposed to the man that had narrated his failures throughout his life. 

     for a moment, her only response is a half-sigh, half-chuff of contemplation, letting her host’s words run through her mind. “ on a mental & emotional level, you’re absolutely correct. “ fingers drum against the brim of her hat that she holds loosely in her lap, staring out into the saloon with a distracted gaze. at last, it returns to maeve & a darker smile lights her face, “ i meant in the ways of physical -- in history, entire nations have nearly crumbled because of infected rats. “ illness, injuries, even heartbreak can lead to an untimely demise. more so, death waited for all with just a lapse of time.