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Buck rides into town on his Hammer motorcycle. He pulls up outside what appears to be a tavern, backing his bike into position, turning the key to kill the engine. He steps off his bike, dusts off his black leather pants, and takes off his leather riding jacket, and looks up and down the road

I wonder if anybody is in this town he says to himself

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No.  Place is totally empty. 

Hops down from the tree she was perched in.

Just us ghosts!

 

Smirks at the stranger and swaggers into the tavern, the door slamming shut behind her.

 

 

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The sound of a bike woke her it's engine getting louder until it passed her open window, it then started to fade. 

Stretching out on the bed, her hand brushing the warm body next to her she slowly opened her eyes a small smile on her lips. Turning to her bed fellow the smile increase as she let her eyes run over the smooth naked back until it reached white blonde hair that fell around slim shoulders and covered the owners face. Reaching out she pushed back the blonde hair, waking the woman as she did so.

"Time to go beautiful."

The woman smiled, snuggling deeper into the pillows but said nothing as she lent forward placing a kiss to the woman's temple before getting up.

Picking up her clothing she pulled on the black tank top, pulling her straight black hair free before pulling on the slim fit black jeans. Grabbing her boots she started to pull them on whe  a white hand ran over her smooth black skin and lips started to kiss her neck.

"When can I see you again?"

"You know the rules babe." She answered with a sigh.

"Maybe we can meet out of hours, as friends."

"Not going to happen babe. Look contact the agency they will arrange the next visit."

The woman fell back onto the bed with an annoyed sigh as she pulled on her last boot.

Turning she looked down at the beautiful creature before her.

"In the table by the front door." The woman answered without looking at her so she turned and headed out of the room. Making her way down the hall she stopped at the small table by the door, opened the draw and pulled free the wad of bills kept together by an elastic band. She ran her finger over the edges before pulling her coat from the hanger on the door pulling it on as she opened the door and stepped out onto the street. 

Stuffing the money in her pocket she made her way down the street wanting a drink. As she reached the tavern her phone rang, taking it from her pocket she hit the answer button and brought it to her ear.

"Vilot?"

"Free night Bill."

"I'll double it."

"No, call me tomorrow."

She hung up not waiting for an answer when the sound of an explosion behind her rang out and a smile curved her dark lips.

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Lucien stood behind the bar in the tavern, a glass in one hand a towel in the other wiping the glass clean. Toe-tapping in time as the sound system played some tunes: AC/DC's classic hit 'Back in Black'.

Satisfied with the shine on the glass he set it to hang with the others. Hearing the door slam he reached behind himself to turn on the fryer and the grill. Folks got hungry when they drank. Wouldn't do for them to starve.

He pushed up the sleeves covering his well muscled arms and smiled to the door way. What should have been supermodel good looks were marked by a trio of scars. His lips were bisected by a thin line, that one had been his own fault. Catching a knife between his teeth to impress some pretty thing, who had been repulsed when the knife clicked off his teeth and slashed his mouth. The second straight down over his right eye, that one was deep and had nearly cost him his sight, doctors managing to save his vision by swapping the damaged lense out. As a side effect his eye, which had been ice blue before the surgery was now a molten red, the opposing eye colours having the affect of catching people's attention.

His last scar started above his left eye, stretching across his face to his right cheek, slashing just below the scar on his eye. 

Pulling a cigarette from a pack in his black button up shirts breast pocket, he lit and took a draw. "Welcome."

 

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Hey there, handsome! 

Skipping up to the bar, she sits down on a stool, her elbows resting lazily on top of the bar.

I"ll have the usual, I think.  Can I get a light?

Pulls her own pack of cigs out of her pocket, placing one in her mouth in a smooth practiced manner while looking expectantly at Lucien.

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Lucien smiled charmingly. "O'course. You know I'm alwayd holding a torch for you darlin." He drawled out. His Zippo sparking to life to light her smoke before snapping 

"You want something to eat? Or just drinking today?" His hands move as he speaks preparing her drink and setting it before her.

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7 hours ago, Kenai said:

No.  Place is totally empty. 

Hops down from the tree she was perched in.

Just us ghosts!

 

Smirks at the stranger and swaggers into the tavern, the door slamming shut behind her.

 

 

Out of the corner of his eye, Buck sees the jump down from the tree and looks at her as she walks by and enters the tavern. When the door opens, he hears rock music come from inside until the door slams shut behind her.

So the street rats call themselves ghosts here. I’ll have to remember that. 

3 hours ago, Aliea said:

 

 She hung up not waiting for an answer when the sound of an explosion behind her rang out and a smile curved her dark lips.

Turns when he hears an explosion from down the street, reaching into his pocket pulling out a pack of camels, sees the girl smile. He pulls a cigarette out, puts it in his mouth, returns the pack to his pocket and pulls out a lighter, lighting his cigarette, takeing a long pull on his cigarette as he returns the lighter t9 his pockets.  Exhales the smoke out slowly around the cigarette as he turns and heads to the tavern door. 

Opens the door to the tavern, hearing the sound of AC/DC playing as he scans the room, seeing an empty table, he heads over to it, noting the bartender, he nods to him. He drapes his jacket over the back of a chair at the tab,e, heads up to the bar.

Can I get a cup of coffee?

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The door to the Tavern opens once more, and in walks a woman.   Sasha has short brown hair, and light blue eyes.    She is wearing a black tank top that sits inches from her belly button, showing off a belly ring.   Tight fitting blues jeans that hug her long slim athletic legs.  Finishing off her outfit are black boots that come about mid-calf. 

Sasha slowly makes her way to the bar, and gives a shy smile to the few people that are already in the Tavern.   When she reaches the bar she makes an order.  I would like a burger, fries, and a beer please.   After placing her food order Sasha moves over to a table a few feet from the bar.

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Lucien pours the man his coffee. "Here you go." His head turns to the woman and he smiles"Draft or bottle sweetheart?" He pulls a pair of plastic gloves on and turns around. Pulling a wad of ground beef out of a fridge he flattens it into a puck and slaps it on the grill. 

As the burger begins to cook he tosses his soiled gloves before grabbing another pair and a couple potatoes.

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Takes his coffee with a nod, see the burger cooking on the grill

I'll take one of those burgers if you don't mind. Rare.  Thanks

Buck turns and heads back over to his table and has a seat, so he can keep his eyes on the whole room.

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Sasha looks up and smiles.

A bottle if you don't mind please.

While waiting for her food, and beer Sasha checks out the rest of the Tavern.

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Lucien dumps the now cut potatoes into a basket and the basket into the fryer. He throws another pattie on the grill before shedding his gloves and setting an open bottle on the bar before the woman. "Here you are darlin."

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Thank you hun.

Sasha picks up the beer bottle a takes a few sips, before putting it back down in front of her.   

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A boyish woman lays on a tree branch just outside the bar listening to the music and life of this place amble onward.  She stares at the sky and the occasional cloud that passes above.

 

Thinking of nothing as she swings a dangling leg back and forth.  Some this place knew her as Jade.  Others if she could pull off her boyish looks right knew her as Tristen.

She had the looks of a local urchin, but Jade Tristen didn't belong here.

She blow out her breath then breathed in the fresh air slowly.  Trains were notoriously soot and smog filled.  This served well as a different place to lay about doing nothing.

Jade Tristen wiped at her eyebrow when a stray strand of hair tried to bug her eyes.  Jade's eyes in turn followed the sky paths until she saw where the sun was.  Noting it was almost time to go bum some grub.  It only depended on whether anyone was feeling like giving a scrap or two up.  She pulled out something from her pocket and looked at the few wild edibles she had found nearby.  Not much but so long as it wasn't anywhere near the inhabitants and roads Jade knew it was something to eat at least.  She stuffed the find back into her pocket and continued to lazily watch the sky as swung her leg to and fro.

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~sitting in a corner table minding his own business sits the man. He wears a black leather trench coat, ripped T-shirt under it. Worn blue jeans and riding boots. Silver bracelets and chains around his neck. A ring of different designs on each of his fingers except non where a wedding ring used to be. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a beer pint in front of him. He watches the strangers carefully as they enter. Always wary of his surrounding he checks again to make sure the exits are clear. He adjusts his holsters well hidden on each side of him. He takes a sip of his beer and a drag of his cigarette~

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Sees the stranger in the corner, nods to him, stands back up and wonders up to the bar.

Hey barkeep.  How's that burger coming?  I don't want it burnt.

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Sasha sits quietly picking at the label of her beer bottle, and popping her head to the music while waiting for her food.  

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Yui lifts her body into a sitting position stretches out various parts that became tense as she lazed.

She takes in a deep breath and smells the bar’s grill being used.  Yui shrugs off the image of freshly grilled food and swings down from the branch.  She dusts herself off tied up her hair into a man bun and sets off for the old town gas station.

Yui hopes the old man is there working as he likes to give Tristen old jobs that a young’n like himself should be able to do and still keep out of trouble.  The old man thinks Tristen is a lady killer when he sees ‘him’ talking politely to any female guest and shying away from most rougher looking guys.

That was the only thing about being a rail car kid.  Word could spread in the oddest ways and you’ll get drop ins who think they own the place.

Yui Tristen shakes the memory out of her head as she is gives the old man a wave and punk nod.  Sup, ole’Greg.  You be needin’ ‘elp or someth’n?  Tristen walks up to the old timer with his hands in his pockets and his expression amused.  The old man glares at him and sends him packing with a load for a trucker’s semester then hustles him about the joint making Tristen lift this or pull that.  The night is going to go well is what both of them think as they help the other stay out of trouble but chin deep in mischief.

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"Keep your shirt on. You don't rush good food." Lucien scowls at Buck before returning to his cooking. Pulling out buns and plating the food once it was cooked exactly as Buck had requested, Lucien leaves Sasha's to cook a bit longer. He sets the plate and a cradle with condiments before Buck. "Here you go, one burger, cooked rare. Enjoy." Lucien returns to the bar to finish cooking Sasha's and placing her burger and fresh cooked fries on the plate before her. "Here you go darlin, enjoy."

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Thank you much.  What'll be the damages? Buck asked the barkeep, while he looks over his shoulder to his table to make sure things are where he left them.

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Thank you kindly dear.

Sasha picks up her burger, and blows on it to cool it off before taking a bite.   She gives a happy sigh at how good the burger tastes while chewing it.  After swallowing the bite of burger,  she eats a few fries.

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watches the woman eat her burger, mouth waters a bit at how good the burger looks.  Buck lays some money down on the counter, picks up his plate and heads back over to his table to enjoy his burger.

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Sasha quickly grabs a napkin as juice from the burger runs down her chin after a bite she took.   Her cheeks turn bright red when she caught sight of Buck watching her eat.   Sasha sighed in relief when he walked off for his table.   Still embarrassed she eats the rest of her food with any more problems.

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