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@whiskeyroses.bsky.social
MOJAVEβS BUZZINβ LIKE A CAZADOR NOW.
[ color her impressed. ] theyβre not used to guns where youβre from? [ brow raises. still, sheβs examining her closely β admittedly, nitpicking is important here. ]
( she's a quick study, her posture is perfect & she has a warrior's intuition for weapons. ) p'haps i'll take one of these weapons home & fell the gods with devices unknown even to them.
okay. good. iβm gonna give you the gun. one hand on the stock. [ pointing to the stock. ] and your otherβs gonna go on the forend, okay? [ pointing to the forend. then, offering the gun, moving to stand behind her. ] finger away from the trigger, weβre not shooting yet.
oh, no, be my guest. ( she's not only blushing, but is possibly the most tense person in the entire world. )
yes, maβam. donβt worry about paying me back. itβs a skill youβll need around here. you mind if i touch you? iβll get your arms and your body positioned right.
do this & i will be in your debt.
uh, yeah, sorta. it shoots like that βcause of a small explosion that happens in the chamber.
am-mo... yes. some entrapment of enchanted fire? how can it shoot with such ferocity?
so, you hold it β keep your finger above the trigger when youβre just aiming it. when youβre ready to shoot, pull the trigger. itβs only got so much ammo before you need to change it.
how does it work? this instrument of death.
shotgun needs maintenance. damn.
slamminβ her bottle on the bar. tired eyes. disgruntled, clearly.
βiβve got empty whiskey bottles and . . . β she pauses, patting her jacket. βsmall bottles of liquor.β
nodding. she'd heard these general sentiments before. βi see. anything to trade?β
βright. caesarβs a shithead good for nothing bitch. the legion thinks women are breeding sows. fucking disgusting. the ncr, uh β could be worse. bureaucratic nightmare.β
βoh. tell me about the legion & the ncr.β
iβve had enough whiskey to knock out about six men, to be fair.
Just a big fat lie.
picking at her skin. wandering. life feels beautiful at the moment.
oh, god, thatβs not what she had been anticipating. βuh, no.β itβs not really a lie.
turning to really stare at her. focusing on like a laser. her eyes are huge. βhave you heard any rumors around town lately?β
sat pretty at the bar. cigarette rests between her lips, a brief reprieve from the bottle.
βthere ya are. got tired of sittinβ pretty and waitinβ for you.β itβs slightly smug, arms crossed over her chest. her enthusiasm is subtle, but sheβs happy enough to see @kickinthehead.bsky.social. βyou ready to head out? iβm ( parched. * )β itβs somewhat dramatic, but still light enough. +
/ anyway. hereβs a starter call lol
/ ok hi i need to say this: i am not a lewd account. i am not going to interact w accounts that so much as have βsubβ or βdomβ in their pinned. i do not write lewd. i donβt care if you do, but i am not writing with you. i am more than likely going to block.
i do not fear death. what i fear is my rage will fade one day.
rubbing her eyes. bright sun makes her headache go from dull to nightmarish. β( fuck. * )β a hiss.
drinking from her bottle of whiskey. straight from it. visibly bored.
β β β NOBODYβS DICK β β β IS THAT LONG, β β β NOT EVEN LONG β β β DICK JOHNSON !