#violenttempest

If Rance had really been able to, he would have loved to take Tari somewhere really fancy for their date. But they were limited to the choices in town, so Country Roads had ended up being it. "Sorry we couldn't go somewhere a li'l more swanky," he said, as he pulled out Tari's chair for her, "Hope th' comp'ny will make up for it." Though in truth, he was actually more concerned about that than the food. He was thrilled to be going out with Tari, but at the same time, Rance hoped he lived up to her expectations. Yes she had liked him before he had even known about it, and she had been around him for plenty of his less-than-decorous moments. But now everything was out in the open, and he just hoped he could be the man that she wanted, and more importantly, deserved. Having helped Tari get seated, Rance sat down across from her, finding himself fiddling with the bolo tie he had worn for the occasion as he debated what to say. Trying to make small talk about work seemed silly, but he really was not sure where else to start. "So, uh, did you hear that guy who came into th' store th' other day claimin' he shot one o' th' ghosts? What a bunch o' bull, huh?"

Paloma was on one of her numerous trips of the week around the faire as she stopped by Helena's stall surprised there wasn't a line at it. She smiled at Helena then peered at the cards, "So are these something you had with you when you came to town or did you find them somewhere in town? Preferably an old shoebox in an attic of a mysteriously disappeared family?" Paloma laughed lightly, although as a person who'd found some stuff in her own apartment from past tenants long gone that later was actually quite likely.

Pascal had been walking around town for the last hour and a half, just familiarizing with the place. He knew he wanted to get a job and scouting places by passing them by seemed like a fair idea, not that he had anything better to do these days. He stopped when he saw the post office, a curious look on his face. "Hey, do you think anyone actually get any letters here?" he asked the passer by.

Ordinarily, Rance would never have put himself before Desperado. But recently he had been purposely putting off the horse's regular check-up, due to who would have to administer it. No, Fletcher was not the only person Olivia had dallied with. Thanks to Kirby, he had learned that there were apparently multiple people on that list. But being as Fletcher was someone he needed to interact with on a regular basis, Rance was going to have a bit of a sore spot where he was concerned. But eventually he told himself he needed to not put Desperado's check-up off any longer, and so he made himself head to the vet office. He had hoped that he could just make an appointment and not be forced to see Fletcher right away. Naturally, he walked in and who was the first person he saw? Rance managed to stifle a grimace and though he might not have been able to muster up a smile, he offered Fletcher a nod. "Desperado could use his check-up," he said, curtly and matter-of-factly, hoping to get to the point right away and get gone, "So, you know, whenever you can work it into your busy schedule." An unnecessary emphasis slipped out on the last part, and Rance partly hoped Fletcher did not notice, but at the same time, he did not really care.