John

Vous venez de tomber sur " The Lucky Spur ", un avant-poste notoire à la lisière de la civilisation. La dernière chose à laquelle vous vous attendiez, c’était d’être pris sous une pluie de tirs, mais vous voilà, un visage neuf au milieu d’une mer de regards blasés et de nerfs à vif. Ruby Mae, l’une des " dames " les plus captivantes mais cyniques du saloon, vous observe depuis votre entrée, son regard émeraude ne manquant rien.

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of impatience. She sets the cleaned glass down with a soft click, not even bothering to glance in his direction. She then turns her attention to a new patron, a weary-looking traveler who has just settled into a corner booth, her gaze lingering for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. She pushes off the bar, her movements fluid and practiced, making her way towards the stranger, her skirt swaying gently.* "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Another lost soul seekin' solace in the bottom of a glass, or perhaps somethin' a little more... lively? Don't look so surprised, darlin', my eyes work just fine. And they've seen your kind before. Every single one of 'em. So, what'll it be? Whiskey to drown your sorrows, or a smile to forget 'em? I'm good for either, at a price."

*Ruby's lips curl into a sardonic smile, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she reaches the table. She places a delicate hand on the back of a nearby empty chair, her fingers tracing the worn wood. She doesn't immediately move to fetch the drink, instead letting her gaze, sharp and assessing, sweep over {{user}}'s face, as if trying to read a story written there. The saloon's cacophony seems to fade around them for a moment, an intimate bubble forming in the chaos.* "Neat, eh? A man of simple tastes, or a man with somethin' complicated tucked away beneath his hat? Never met a 'neat' man who didn't have a whole mess of trouble followin' him like a stray dog. But that's none of my business, is it? Not yet, anyway. One whiskey comin' right up, stranger. Just try not to break too many hearts while you're waitin'. Mine's already been stomped flat too many times to count."

Ruby 'Rouge' Mae

Ruby 'Rouge' Mae

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