Nov 10 19:47:25 106 PA - Brady's Ladies (and he's the one with the dress)

From Chronicles

Kingsdale - The Alibi

Another afternoon of wondrous weather in town - Alistair is at the bar, hair sort of wild from being windblown, holding up a glass of something or other as he chats with the barkeep. Yes, he still has the bag'o'nerf-swords with him.

At least Alistair is able to keep hold of his weapons. Brady enters, leaving the rain and wind behind, and then must part from his hardware, too. That sorrow is never sweet. His only consolation is the cornucopia of intoxicating concoctions at the bar, which is where his boots take him.

Alistair pauses for a moment in his yacking to take a sip from the drink; he sighs and licks his lips, glances to the dance floor, blushes faintly and then looks back to the bar - somewhere along the line he spots Brady and smiles. "Hello" he greets, "How are you on this fine night?"

Brady doesn't ask about the nerfware, this time. "Howdy. Ain't bad," his shouldres roll, "but been better. So, out here for drinking 'n dancing?" A casual question and he also glances momentarily for the dancefloor, then proceeds to order himself a beer.

"No, I won't dance" says Alistair, "But I'll drink a little for now" he smiles, shrugging his shoulders. "Miss Vadania seems to like dancing here though, hm ... and Miss Maya. So, have you managed to sell more of your wares?"

"Little here, little there, whole lot way over yonder." Brady chuckles. "I'm getting be just fine. Ain't much on dancing, either, but it's always fun watching the ladies." He glances to the dancefloor to peruse a moment, in fact. "Ain't seen neither one of them dancing here, yet. Almost, but not quite."

"Ah, perhaps they are both busy then" Alistair nods his head, and hms softly, taking another sip from his drink. "I wonder if Cali would come out to dance, but she is shy - I guess so am I, but hmm ... maybe not here" he muses, brows hiking up a little bit. He looks back to Brady then, "So, how would you handle ghosts?"

Brady takes his bottle when it shows up and swallows a slug of brew. "Don't know what the squaw's been doing, but the doc's been awful busy. Seemed like it, anyways." A brow quirks up. "Ghosts? Depends, I reckon. If they ain't friendly, just have to make them alot more dead than they already are."

"Squaw?" Alistair asks, making a bit of a face at the word. "Oh, she has plenty of things to do I imagine, she has a whole lab and things!" he smiles, nodding. "ANd how do you make ghoss more dead?" he inquires.

The whole lab and things don't hold a girl all night and Maya arrives at the bar in a cheerful mood, apparently. A grin at the doormen, and a declaration that she has nothing to hide, and she is in. She jumps down the steps, her boots thudding on landing, the bunches bouncing and heads straight for the bar. She wiggles fingers at the barstaff, leaning forward, a movement that flashes tops of socks cheerfully, as she claims the purple, iced drink.

Brady :nods. "Yeah. She's an Injun woman, less you're talking about someone else." His drink tips back again, a glance is taken down the bar (since he already surveyed the dancefloor) and the bounding bunches, skirt and socks makes him grin. He leans back from the bar a little, baby blues looking for those sock-tops. Just to make sure her declaration was honest, of course. "Hey, there, Tails."

"I have never heard that word" says Alistair, tilting his head a little. Looking up then, he looks to Maya and smiles, "Hello miss Maya" he greets her cheerfully, then has some more drink, his eyes going to Brady for a moment, following his gaze, then back to the bar.

Erica walks into the club at a quick pace. She flashes a smile at the doorman as she checks in her energy pistol. Taking her check tag she walks up to the bar as she looks around with a friendly smile. Spotting Brady and Alistair she gives them both a quick little wave before turning to the bartender. Ordering a cold lager beer she waits for it to arrive as her head starts bobbing up and down in time with the music.

Maya turns, leaving the drink on the bar, and almost throws herself at Brady, hugging him with a broad grin. "Hey Tiny." She teases him, the mischief in her eyes dancing. Alistair gets his own enthusiastic grin, "Mister Alistair." The formality is mocking, laughter in her face as she teases him. She holds up one finger, "Ah, wait." Turning, she grabs the drink, swivels and faces them again. "Now, where were we?"

If Brady objects to the name, the heavy application of Maya seems to smooth things over mighty well. A bemused smirk is what she gets, aside from the squeeze. " We were just bending elbows, and talking a piece about ornery women." He spots Erica's wave and bobbing at the bar, and so bends his brim to her. "Then you 'n Freckles show up. Aint that a mystery." His grin and wink are broad enough for them both.

"Sir Alistair" says Alistair, mock-indignant. "Just making a quick stop here" he smiles, "How are you doing? Do the police give you a lot of work like that?" he inquires, and nods to Erica as well, "Hello Miss Erica!" he greets cheerfuly.

Erica collects her beer from the bartender and pays him a couple credits with a generous tip. She holds her cold beer with one hand while her other hand taps on the neck of the bottle. She walks over to the table and flashes everyone there a warm smile. "Hi Brady. Hello Alistair. How are you both." She gestures towards Maya with her beer. "Oh hello there. I'm Erica." Grabbing a chair she spins it around and settles down on it, straddling it.

Maya gives the other woman a friendly grin and a nod. "Maya." She introduces herself, moving to one side to allow Erica to join the group. "What type of work, Alistair? We've got a new contract with them, so they are bringing me most of their corpses and bits right now." The enthusiasm that warms her hazel eyes from this thought also curves her lips into that broad grin. "And you... are what makes women ornery." She informs Brady, leaning into him to aim a poke at his stomach.

Brady reaches for the sky, or at least high enough so he can feed his grin more beer from the glass in hand. "Ya got me. Maybe it's me, but that's alright. I like 'em ornery, case you forgot." He glances past her to Erica, and grins that much wider. "Doing just fine. How about you? You play jailbird, yet?"

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"Oooh" Alistair inclines his head, "Sounds interesting" he comments, brows hiking up a little. He takes another sip from his drink, then looks into the glass and sets it aside. "Hmm ... " he leans back a little to pick up his bag and smiles, "Time to go home! Have fun!" he says, and hops off the stool.

"Nice to meet you Maya." Erica says before taking a long drink from her beer. She turns to Alistair as he hops off the stool and she sticks her lower lip out in a soft pout. "Always you are coming of leaving Alistair. I never get to talk to you for any amount of time. You should sit still. Or maybe it is just me." Erica shakes her head slightly before turning back to Brady and Maya. "You just like attention from women Brady no matter the type of attention."

"Not likely to forget. I'm still picking up sleep..." Maya's tease to Brady is laughingly given, casually as she forms her hand into the shake of a gun. "Stick them up?" Mock fierce but Alistair's departure loses Brady his attention for a moment as Maya offers him a warm, enthusiastic hug. "Be good, Alistair." Mock seriousness drawns the corners of her mouth down for a moment before she grins again. "I can't stay either, I'm on the graveyard shift."

"That supposed to be a bad thing?" Brady's question to Erica is almost sincere, and then grin and wry join forces again. "And there's some attentions I might like more 'n others." A nod of farewell to Alistair. "I'm trying to, believe you me," he then quirks a brow at Maya with her admission, "but looks like it just got harder."

Alistair freezes for a moment, but he hugs Maya back, smiling. "I am! Oh, late work? That sort of sucks ... well anyway" he smiles, "Good night" he waves a hand and makes his way out.

Erica waves goodbye to Alistair as he makes his way out. Then hearing that Maya is leaving she frowns briefly before lifting up her arm and smelling her pit quickly. "Nope I remembered to wear deodorant and everything. Your leaving too Maya? Aww your leaving me to fend off Brady all by my lonesome." She sighs loudly before her lips curl up into a grin. "It was nice to meet you Maya. I love your outfit by the way. It is wonderful."

"I'd take you guys with me but you'd frighten the bodies." Maya is teasing them more as she turns from Alistair, pointing her fingers, in the shape of a gun, into Brady's gut. "If you want, I might bring you coffee on the way home." The teasing drops to a low alto purr before she laughs and shakes her head. "Or I might just go and catch up on my sleep." She reaches for her drink, taking a large slurp. "Sorry, Erica. I have to spend my night with the stiffs." She keeps her drink, balancing it carefully, as she offers Brady an enthusiastic hug and a kiss, before she heads outwards, her steps almost a bounce.

Brady lets loose a chuckle at Maya's excuse, is affectioned upon, then watches her head out. "You know where I'm at..." Once her bouncing behind is out of sight, he empties his glass and turns his grin to Erica. "What's so bad about fending for yourself?"

Erica 's eyes also follow Maya as she leaves and a soft smile is on her lips as the attractive woman leaves. "Oh nothing is wrong with fending for myself. I fended for myself all the way to Kingsdale from Lazlo, but you know it is nice to have someone looking out for you. Even if his eyes keep staring at my butt." She giggles and she gives you a sly wink as she raises her bottle and takes a drink.

"Glad to keep both eyes on it, but I'm looking out for the rest of you, too." His baby blues lower to her feet and back, as proof of Brady's selfless concern for her well-being. "Can't have you getting bored or lonely. Just wouldn't be neighborly."

Erica giggles again in her high pitched voice. "Yah I bet you will keep your eyes on all of me, or at least until a more attractive woman walks into the room." She shakes her head again but the smile never leaves her lips. She takes another drink from her beer and gestures to the waitress to bring her another. "So how are you going to keep me entertained so I don't get bored?"

Brady smirks and shakes his head. "No need to squint when there's a beauty right her." He gestures to her with the empty glass before setting it on the bartop for a refill. "When it comes to entertaining, there's all sorts of things I can think of. Shooting, riding, dancing... upright or sideways..." Brows quirk over his grin. "What you in the mood for, Freckles?"

Erica giggles and laughs at you in a pleased manner. She hands her empty beer to the waitress and picks up the full one. Taking a drink she leans back in her chair. "Well I don't know how to ride a horse, but all those other things sound quite enjoyable. Although maybe not all at once." She returns your quirky grin with a grin of her own.

"Never said it'd be a horse," Brady lets loose a laugh, "besides, my steed's got hoverjets. Faster, and don't tire out so quick. Be right dangerous to try all of that at once, so where'd you like to start." He then offers a grinning bit of helpful advice, gentleman that he is. "If you're looking to make another shooting wager, I reckon my aim might be a little off after some dancing of both sorts."

Erica frowns at your last remark and her eyes look at you sharply. "What you think if I am going to sleep with you you'll need to pay me off? That is a bit of a dangerous remark to make Brady." She shakes her head a bit and downs some more of her beer.

Brady lifts his hands in defense and to placate. "Didn't mean nothing like that. Maybe I said that a little backwards. Meant I'd have a better chance of getting some of /my/ creds back if I save the shooting for later." He blows out a sigh as he attempts to recover.

Erica's frown quickly changes back into a smile as she lets out a little giggle. "Just be a bit more careful with your words there Brady. Well which would you like to do first then?" She sets her foot against the table and leans back in her seat while she gives you a quick wink.

Brady orders himself a refill and waits for it to arrive before answering. After taking a long swallow, and a long gander at the foot and leg, he finally replies. Maybe there was a bit more thought, this time. "I ain't going to lie about what I'm thinking," and it's really not that hard to determine, "but how about I let you pick, first? A lady ought to get her choice, afterall. It's only neighborly." Yes, he's hedging his bets, now.

Erica laughs again as she watches you look at her shapely leg. She keeps on drinking her beer as she listens to your answer. "Well I think we'll leave the sideways dancing for a bit later. I think I enjoy watching you bring yourself to a slow boil." Her lips curl into a big grin at that. "How about we go do some shooting."

"And you say you ain't ornery." Brady's mirth is renewed with her response, and he laughs, himself. He raises his glass to her before gulping it down. "Shooting it is." He's already admitted that the combination of her and a weapon will only help with that simmering she's looking for. "Where to, this time?"

Erica keeps laughing as she moves her leg and her chair lands on the floor with a thump. "Well the junkyard is too dangerous to go to anymore I think. Is there a gun range in town?" She stands up and finishes her beer. She places a hand on her water pistol and gives you a quick wink as she almost poses for you. "Just be carefuly you don't fire prematurely."

Brady rolls his eyes and shakes his head with more amusement than insult. He straighten up out of his chair. "There's always lots of room outside the gates, but the Gunnery's got a range if you want to stay dry. Don't you worry none about me shooting early..." His worlds stall a bit as he looks over her pose. "..then again, if you're as good at everything else as you are with that tongue and trigger, I might need to be carefull..." He winks and gestures with a hand. "After you. You know I'll watch your back."

Erica pulls out some credits and places them on the table before walking back to the doorman. "Well let's go to the shooting range. I haven't been there before." She check out her laser pistol and starts heading that way. Occasionally looking behind herself and grinning as you keep checking out her plump ass.

Brady dutifully follows along. He's just making sure that she doesn't get it shot off, of course. Not everyone is so courteous, but he is forced to stop for a time to retrive his own hardware before they head outside.

Kingsdale - The Gunnery

Erica walks into the Gunnery with a skip to her step. She smiles warmly at the salespeople but makes her way quickly to the shooting range. Paying the fee she walks up into the range and smiles at Brady. "So what is the wage this time Brady?"

More credits are added with Brady's payment and he must feel her back safe enough for the moment. He thinks a moment before making an offer, "Well, it don't need be credits, you know. Think your luck's good enough to wager favors?" His brow lifts and tugs the corner of his lips with it. "Since we're shooting first, it'd make things interesting all around, don't you think?"

"Well I don't mind making wagers for favors. What favor did you have in mind?" She gives you another sly grin and a wink as she pulls out the shoulder stock on her pistol. "Also is it just the best one shot or the best of two, or three? And I also didn't say that we were doing anything dirty quite yet did I?"

"You sure didn't. Makes the stakes a little more exciting, don't it?" Brady winks, but also relents somewhat with a roll of his shoulders as he unholsters his own. "Just a thought, and it means nobody's really losing. Straight up, shot for shot. I know you got more than just luck, Freckles."

"Alright but your telling me what the favor is before we start shooting." She stretches a little bit as she leans forward for a moment to eye the target. She takes aim slowly but waits for you to answer."

Brady pauses once more to consider options, maybe even with some intent thought. "Hmm. How about something simple. Winner gets a kiss from the loser. Ladies first, so you can take your shot before me, just like before." He is trying to be courteous and gentlman-like, of course.

Erica laughs again as she shakes her head. She turns her head to look at you and grins. "Yah but I want something nice if I win. It's like even if I win I lose with that bet." She gives you a quick wink before turning back to take aim. "Come on something better then that if you win fine I'll kiss you, but something I better for me."

"Here I figured we'd both be winning," Brady now grins broadly, as if he'd been holding it in, before, "but I can up the ante..." This time his thought may be more genuine, and it's much quicker. "New wager. Winner gets a kiss from the loser, and after this, we go out dancing... with the loser wearing a nice, pretty dress." He winks, and is a bit more confident in this offer.

Erica keeps laughing as she hears the new wager. "Alright I'll agree to that. I'm sure you will look very pretty in pink." She returns your wink with a wink of her own as she purses her lips together and blows you a little kiss. Turning back she takes careful aim at the target making sure she has it lined up before she squeezes the trigger.

To his credit, Brady doesn't cringe, wince, or otherwise negatively react to her talented shot. Well, decent shot made better by the fine Wilks' engineering and ergonomics. Not that the excuse carries much weight, since his pistol is of the same make, if different model. He now looks downrange, draws a bead on the target, and grins as he snaps off his shot.

Brady should've used a little less snap, and a lot more shot. His cross-draw style doesn't work so great with all those little partitions between the firers on the range. When he swings the barrel up, it smacks into the divider, not only fumbling his aim, but the shock is enough to cause his finely-tuned hair trigger to release far early. The discharge scores the floor not ten feet downrange. Looks like Freckles is a prophet, since he just suffered from a premature expurgation.

Erica watches you get ready to shoot with a smile as she stands back. She watches you draw your gun and hit the divider with a squeak she jumps back trying to to avoid any stray shot. "Crap... Um I think I win on that one Brady. You might want to aim after you draw your gun." She giggles as she gives him a pat on the back.

Brady doesn't even swear. He just stares at the mark on the floor, then the weapon in his hand, then back. His head finally turns to her as he holsters the weapon. Both brows arch after he clears his throat uncertainly and grins, not so cockily. "Best two out of three? Double or nothing?"

"I'm not sure how you double or nothing on that bet. Maybe you are trying to hustle me, but I'll take another wager. What do you want to bet this time?" She grins at you, her eyes twinkling with laughter. "Don't worry your luck has got to turn at some point."

It doesn't seem that it could get much worse, but he's not about to make that claim, either. Brady shales his head. "Your turn to offer up the wager, Freckles. Time to see what you got, besides good luck."

Erica smiles as she takes a step up to the shooting booth. She looks at the target and ponders it for a moment. "Alright if I win this shot you buy me an outfit that I want a really nice dress including some cute heels. If you win I'll buy you a handsome suit?" She says as she turns to you. "And maybe you should shoot first."

"You're on." That one seems safe enough, but, just in case, Brady draws his other pistol. It is done slowly and cautiously this time, too. His shot is aligned with more effort, and he takes his time before squeezing the trigger. On the bright side, there's no hole in the target already to cause confusion.

Erica nods her head at the shot she smiles at you. "Much better. Good job." She takes her time setting up her pistol as stands there with a wide stand. Lifting up the gun she takes aim carefully before squeezing the trigger.

Brady's shot isn't nearly as unquestionably true as he would prefer, but it hits the target, at least, and in close to the bull. He then steps back to watch her attempt, and, once it's made, much of his prior smile returns. "Looks like I'm getting dress and a suit, both..." He even lets loose a chuckle, despite the dress part.

Erica shurgs her shoulders after she makes the poorer shot. "Well you'll look good in pink with heels, and I bet you will look good in a nice suit too." She grins at you and gives you a quick little wink. "Oh but you forgot the other part you owe me a kiss." Grinning she lifts up one leg and sets her boot up on a chair. Motioning to her shoe she gives you a soft smile. "Give my boot a little smooch."

Brady isn't grinning so widely at the reminder of pink cloth, but it quickly grows with the one of pink lips. Then it falls, in almost perfect reverse to her rising grin when she makes the finer points known. The devil's always in the details. "You're too ornery for my own good, Freckles..." Still, he makes good on his wager, and plants the owed little smooch on her boot.

Erica giggles as you kiss her boot. She gives you another wink as she sets her boot back on the floor. "Well not too bad so far. You want to try for another one or do you want to head back to the bar?" She shrugs her shoulders to indicate she doesn't mind either way.

So far, his fortunes in all this are debatable, and Brady chews on that decision a moment. "Well, we could go one more, but it's going to be a bid. I got something in mind for your wager, but you'll have to figure out what you want from me to match it."

Erica nods her head at that as she readies her pistol again. "Alright one more go. What is your wager, and I'll figure out something to match it." She grins at you as waits for you to tell her what is on your devious mind.

"I figure you're still wanting that new dress," Brady grins, "so I'll be neighborly and get you that, win or lose. Truth is, I'd like to see you running about in it, anyways. If I win, I'll just get to help and see you out of it, too." His mind might be devious, but there is an ovious track. Then again, he does leave a little wiigle room. Either he's still cocky after all that, or he's being genuinely nice, on some level.

Erica starts giggling again and she shakes her head but her lips smile the whole time. "Alright fine if you win you get to see me naked. I can live with that. And if I win... You will always address me in a proper manner an be nice and sweet to me until the day you die." She turns to you and her smile widens. "How does that sound?"

Brady's blink says it all. She's damned good at this. Of course, he's not sure whether to worry about getting snookered (which he should), or just find her all the more fun for the challenges she offers (which he maybe shouldn't). In the end, curiosity kills the polecat and he asks, "How would you want me calling you?"

"Well by my name of course Erica." She turns around and widens her stance as she takes careful aim at the target. "I'm not asking much." She steadies herself before squeezing the trigger.

"Just making sure..." Brady gives her a wink and a flash of grin before watching downrange for the results of her shot. He whistles low and appreciative of it. "I was worried you'd want 'Yer Majesty' or something. Not that you ain't working to earn that, anyways..." That only leaves his turn, and, maybe strangely for the finale wager, his weapon is lifted, aimed, and fired without the exagerrated delay of the one before it.

Erica giggles as she watches your shot stray a bit from the target. She walks up to you and pats you on the back. "Don't worry I'm sure you can make the shot when it counts. Come on we can go get a drink unless you want to lose to me again." She slides the shoulder stock back into the pistol and holsters it

Brady frowns at the uncooperative target as he holsters his pistol. "Yeah, I could use a drink or two about now. Maybe more." He turns to her with a chuckle, though, then adjusts his coat and straightens his hat. "Whenever you're ready, Erica."

Erica smiles at her name and heads off to the Ailbi Kingsdale - The Alibi

Erica checks her gun in with the doorman as she smiles back at you. She bobs her head up and down with the music as soon as she walks in. Smiling to herself she finds an empty table and sits down. As the waitress takes her order for a beer she leans back in the chair and waits for Brady to order.

Brady hands over his iron once again, before selecting a chair and spinning it around to straddle it. "A pair of whiskeys," are his addition to the order, and he admits, "and there'll probably be more after that." Then he fires off a grin across the table. "Nice shooting, there, Erica."

Erica shakes her head slightly as Brady orders the whiskeys. She puts her foot on the base of the table and leans her chair back. Smiling at the waitress as she brings their drinks she starts humming to herself as the music takes hold of her. Picking up her beer she takes a long drink of it. "Don't feel so glum Brady."

Brady tips his hat back and smirks, leaning against the chairback in front of him, arms lazily draped over it. "Just weren't expecting to be buying /two/ dresses. At least I still got the creds for them. Knowing you as I do, I guess I ought to be thankful for that much. So, what'd you have in mind after the shooting?"

Erica moves her boot back and forth making her chair rock a bit. Sipping on her beer slowly she just smiles and shrugs her shoulders. "I hadn't really planned that far. I figured I would be paying of my bets but it looks like I don't really have to worry about that. I'll go and pick you up that suit tomorrow. And maybe we can go dancing in our dresses that evening too."

The drinks arrive, and Brady even manages to delay inhaling his in favor of lifting the glass in a smirking toast. "To new clothes." He really insn't all that smug, just a little too sober for his tastes at the moment. After the salut, he tips back the whole glass.

Erica giggles as she watches you drain the whiskey and holds up her own beer in a salute. "Hey you are a pretty brave guy. Don't take losing too hard. Playing is half the fun." Flashing you a warm encouraging smile she drains down her beer quickly and waves at the waitress for two more.

Brady can't argue with that fact, although winning is uusally the better half of the fun. "Thanks. I feel better already. One of these days, your luck'll run out. Just hope it's before I'm left walking around with nothing to my name but a barrel..." Despite the somber thought, his words are light and his smirk has mellowed to a grin.

Erica nods at the waitress as she brings Erica some more beers. "Hey target shooting is far different then shooting a moving target. Maybe that's your problem. That and I guess I am just naturally lucky. That and cute." She giggles at the the last remark and starts drinking a new beer.

"Well, I can't say you ain't lucky," Brady's grin grows, "or cute. Maybe there's something to the rest of that, too, then." This drink is nursed, rather than tossed back in a hurry. "We need to think of something besides wagers for fun, though. Just to give your luck a little rest."