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Post by Jack Hudson on Jul 9, 2013 22:14:03 GMT -5
Jack Hudson sat at a bar in a Caborca saloon. He'd been here three weeks, and he'd run up quite a bar tab, he might as well skip town soon. Maybe head to California. 'Course that was robbery and as a lawyer he should try to adhere to the law. Though he fancied himself quite a good lawyer, he figured he could get out of any run ins with any law west of the Mississippi. After a few seconds with his glass too his lips, he noticed his glass was empty. "Sir! Giyan!" His southern gentleman accent was even deeper when he was drinking. The bartender handed him his glass and he said softly, "Gracias seneyore." Add a few cents to the tab.
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Post by Jack Hudson on Oct 1, 2014 21:35:57 GMT -5
With his right hand, Jack sipped his gin. This was the life he thought. Sitting in a stuffy room filled with cigar smoke, drinking what was maybe the worst alcohol he'd had in his whole life. That was a hyperbole, but the stuff was right awful. Jack was on his fourth glass, but it felt like he'd just finished his first. He sat the drink down. HE always drank with his shooting hand. It helped the fingers forget. No matter how much horrible gin he digested, Jack's brain never could. His beloved mistress, Sweet Irony heard that thought, and decided to send him a message that he wasn't meant to forget.
"Jack, Hudson." A voice sounded off behind him, a slow voice from Northern Florida. Jack spun around to face the voice, and saw two men standing behind him. "Sergeant, Cap'n." One man was in a dirty brown suit, with dust surrounding the bottom of his pant legs. He was a head taller than the other man, who wore an elegant gray suit, seemingly unmarked by travel. Guess which one was the captain. The captain responded. "Private Hudson, doubtless you've heard of the fate which has befallen your comrades in desertion?" Jack nodded. "Let's step outside theyen." The two men stalked out of the saloon. Jack spun on his stool to face the bartender. "Sir, if you would be so kind as to direct me to my hat?" The man's eyes rose slightly above Jack's head, and after a brief motion, Jack said, 'Ah, thank you sir. Depending on the contents of those men's purses, you may receive a handsome tip. If not handsome, I'm sure it will have a great personality." Jack rose and exited the saloon, stumbling alone.
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