Mother's Milk

Standard old-west saloon doors on rusty hinges lead into the bar room of the Pint-Sizes Bed and Booze Saloon. The bar takes up the entire left side of the room, with various tables for card-playing and other games on the right, as well as a small dance floor. The back right corner houses a standing piano that plays itself and also talks back now and again, with quite the attitude! Beside the piano is a set of stairs that lead up to the bedrooms for rent; by the hour or evening, whichever suits your needs best.

Mother's Milk

Joined: 08 Jun 2013, 00:36

23 Jun 2013, 01:57 #1

    It was about eleven o' clock at night, by Detta's estimation, which meant that she could technically close the bar if no one came in within the next few minutes. Some nights the bar stayed open until the sun came up, and others it closed as soon as Detta or Pintsize said it was time to close. Since Pintsize was already upstairs sleeping, it was up to Detta when to close the bar. She felt sort of like getting drunk herself, really, so it was likely that she would lock the doors in just a few minutes.

    She grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and took a swig. One of the few good things they had found in the old town to the south was a fully-stocked liquor store that had been only partially raided. It seemed that when life and death was on the line, fewer people wanted to get drunk than Detta would have expected. Their loss was the town of Door's gain, however, as Pintsize and Detta had brought all of that liquor back and kept it in a storage area beneath the building. The Blue Flame made their own beer and wine too, but Detta preferred the hard stuff. She had yet to try Redshine, the corn-based liquor the Red Collars made in their own homes and outposts, but her aunt Maylene had said it was a hell of a kick.

    The werewolf took another swig of the whiskey and coughed. There was something about the burn of good old whiskey that made her feel at home. Maybe it was because her father had used it on her gums when she was teething as an infant, or maybe it was because she had first gotten hammered on the stuff at six years old when she stole her grannies bottle. Either way, it was good stuff.

    Odetta sighed and set the bottle down, pulling the old iron key out of her overalls pocket to go lock up the front door. When she was halfway across the barroom floor, someone entered and she stopped in her tracks. Annoyance dissipated when she realized who it was, and she clapped her hands together. It was always better to have someone fun to drink with, after all.

    "Hunter! C'mere! Have a seat! What can I getchya?" she asked, running back over to the bar proper and jumping over it, landing with a thunk on the other side that sounded like it hurt. She popped back up with a grin on her face. If she were in possession of her tail at that moment, it would have been wagging furiously.
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24 Jun 2013, 20:39 #2

The sun may have been down for hours, but the uncharacteristically humid air was only just beginning to cool off. Hunter, unaccustomed to this muggy heat, had been struggling for the last few days to work up enough energy to do the most basic tasks, let alone head the 2nd Patrol Shift around the perimeter of the town during the worst of the sun. Luckily the heat seemed to be affecting all the creatures of the wastes just as much as the citizens of the town; it had been a pretty uneventful day, but he was thankful it was over.

Usually shift change meant a few of the Collars swinging into Pintsize’s for a couple drinks to blow off steam, but it was eerily quiet as Hunter approached the bar (after squaring away his paperwork of course, Alex had been on his ass about that recently). The only occupant was Detta, holding her post behind the bar and nursing straight from a bottle. Hunter grinned, watching her move from the dimly lit street, hips swaying in worn overalls that hugged all the right bits as she approach the door, keys in hand.

Best not be caught outside ooglin’ here bud. Detta’s got herself a bite when she has the mind to... Stepping into the doorway light before she could get close enough to spy him with those wolf eyes he offered up a friendly wave. ”Well ain’t that just the best phrase t’hear after a long day’s work.” He sauntered inside, sharp eyes sweeping the corners of the room to confirm that the place really was empty. Some folks in this town were more dangerous than the beasts his patrols kept at bay, you couldn’t really ever let your guard down. He perched himself on a barstool in front of the petite woman, forearms sticking to the polished surface of the counter from either sweat or the remnants of a toppled drink, either was likely. ”Either something cool enough to get me some relief from this heat, or something strong enough to make me forget it! How ya been Detta. Slow day?”
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25 Jun 2013, 04:34 #3

    The werewolf grinned ferally at Hunter. He was a damned good-looking man, and the sort that she preferred - masculine and tough. If she wanted to fuck girly boys she would have become a lesbian and hooked up with that crazy alien chick with the bald head. Hell, she had met men less manly than that bitch. Hunter was just the right kind of man to get Detta going, really. Besides that, he was fun company and she liked him based on personality too. He was good shit, as her father would say.

    "I've got just the thing," she said, reaching under the bar to a cooler that held some of their cold items. She pulled out a pitcher of lemonade and then snatched a bottle of vodka from the shelves behind her. "Cold lemonade and fuckin' vodka." She poured him the drink and pushed the glass across the bar. Vodka lemonade was always good when it was hot.

    Odetta took another swig from her whiskey bottle and then leaned on the bar to talk to Hunter. "My Pa used to make moonshine an' lemonade all the time when we was kids. I wasn't allowed ta have much but my brother Zeke got into it more than once. It takes a good bit to get a werewolf drunk, but I'm pretty sure that shit coulda removed the paint offa gasoline can."

    She grinned again. "So what's happenin' in your life?"
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02 Jul 2013, 00:07 #4

Hunter eyed the concoction Odetta was mixing in front of him. Lemonade? Really? Damn lucky the place was empty or he wouldn't hear the end of taunts about his delicate palette until next freaking summer. He didn't verbalize the issue; it was stretched over his face plain as day for her to see. He didn't turn the drink down either, knowing full well Detta had a trained eye for boozing and that this was probably going to be delicious. He surreptitiously took another quick glance around the place before picking the cool glass up and placing it against his lips. The drink was sweet, which wasn’t a shock, with the slight burn of alcohol on the end; the flavors of lemon and vodka matched up better than he would have though! As the chilled liquid slipped down his throat he could almost forget the dank cling of working sweat that coated his body. ”Well shite. You gonna get my taste buds all accustom to this sweet stuff, and then what’ll the crew think of me? Ain’t no self respectin’ Red Collar allowed to mix Red Shine with something like lemonade!”

With a smooth little grin that Hunter knew looked good on him he leaned in a little over the bar. ”Oh you know, just been a regular old time out here on the wastelands. Working in the recruits, fixin up the bits people always seem to be breakin’, and fightin off the desert critters. Had a nasty little group of Gila Monsters trying to raid one of our outposts for a few days there. Must have caught scent of the supplies or something. I’m bettin’ a whole new mess of scaly clothes show up in the market this week.”
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02 Jul 2013, 00:24 #5

    Detta laughed and shook her head. She didn't give a shit what anyone said about her choice of drink - today it was just whiskey but she enjoyed a vodka lemonade now and again. After all, it was sweet, refreshing, and actually tasted pretty damn good. Anyone who gave Hunter a hard time for drinking what she had served up would get a boot to the face, though since the place was empty that wasn't going to be an issue.

    "Well they can stick it up their asses," she said. "Red Shine and lemonade would probably taste pretty decent. You don't always gotta prove how manly you are by drinkin' somethin' that tastes like shit. That's just stupid." With that, she took a swig from the whiskey bottle.

    At the mention of scaly clothes, the werewolf grinned and clapped her hands together. "I'mma get me some boots! Some goddamn Gila Monster boots, cowboy boot style, with some steel in the toe or somethin'. Ass-kickin' boots! Maylene'll be so jealous she'll shit!"

    The way Hunter grinned was sexy. He had a lot of charm, the kind that got you laid a lot. Detta knew all about that kind of charm, since she had almost none. She was not exactly a dainty, feminine lady. She wasn't exactly charismatic either.

    "I may not be good at a lot of things, Hunter, but I know how to mix a drink," she said, going back to the previous subject. She rummaged around in the shelves under the bar and muttered to herself about "gnomes not puttin' shit back". "What kinda liquor you like best?"

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18 Jul 2013, 16:53 #6

Hunter leaned back into his chair, taking another large sip from the glass before motioning at Odetta with the hand. ”Used to be all I had to do was lift something or open a jar to show off my manly side. Ever since that damned door started lettin’ folks pour through most of the women-folk can pick me up over their heads and toss me ‘round like a rag doll, ain’t many be needing help with jars these days, and if they did they’d head off to find Maylene or Maela.” He was still smiling, while what he was saying was true, he found it pretty funny.

Hunter didn’t hold any sort of grudge against his fellow red collars, he was glad to have a contingent of capable and hard working folk around him, female or otherwise. It just meant the man had to be a little more creative about wooing the ladies. The same couldn’t be said for all the men of door though, many of them, especially the older ones, were having trouble accepting the fact that they were no longer the strongest or deadliest beings on the bloc. ”These days ain’t that many ways left for a guy to prove his grit on the quick besides downing swill like it’s mother’s milk or runnin’ head long into dangerous situations without thinking much through. So this here’s gon’ have to be our little secret Detta; else wise I’m gonna have to start fightin’ off packs of coyotes buck nekkid with my wrists bound up in order to get you some pelts for a jacket to match them Gila boots.”

Downing the last of his lemonade (the man was kind of sad to see it go) he set the glass back on the counter. ”Favorite liquor? I grew up on the precursor to Red Shine, so that’ll always hold a place near and dear in my heart, but this Tequila stuff they just brought in is pretty tasty. A whole damn barrel o’ fun too!”
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19 Jul 2013, 02:25 #7

    "It ain't about bein' manlier than us women-folk, dude. You just have to do the things for us that we need men to do. I mean, I could probably take you in an arm wrestlin' match, but I don't have a cock to fuck myself with, now do I? Unless you go lezzie like Maylene did for a bit, we still need men anyway," Odetta said matter-of-factly. She considered homosexuality to be... odd at best. It just wasn't natural, stickin' things in holes where they didn't go an' tryin' to fuck when there was no cock. It made her head hurt trying to figure out the way it all worked.

    At the mention of a coyote skin jacket to match Gila Lizard boots, the werewolf's eyes widened. "I swear ta God Almighty Hunter Williams, you get me a fuckin' coyote coat and I'll do whatever you want for, like, a month. I'll be your personal slave. I mean, my last name is Coyote for fuck's sake. Havin' a coyote coat would be like... the coolest thing ever."

    She took a swig of her whiskey and winced as she swallowed it just a bit wrong. That was the worst. At least this time she didn't down it the entirely wrong way and end up with whiskey in her lungs. That had ended in lots of coughing and eventually whiskey-flavored vomit.

    "Tequila? That's crazy-people juice. Makes your clothes fall off. We have some!" She reached under the bar and searched around before pulling out a bottle of rotgut Tequila, complete with worm in the bottom. "Dare ya to eat the worm!!!"
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27 Jul 2013, 22:37 #8

"I think you got my meanin' mixed up, t'aint the women I feel the need to out-do, its the other men. Elsewise how's a man to convince a lady he's the better choice to take back home? That’s just basic biological prerogative right there." Now he'd been making a joke about the coyotes, but Odetta seemed so darn enthusiastic about the concept... and personal slave for a month? His mind was sprinting headlong down the road of dirty fantasy. Cool yer heels boy.

"Tell you what, next time we run across a pack I’ll ear mark a few hides for ya. Any o’ Maylene’s family is as good as Red Collar in my books." Unless they were practicing magic, then it didn’t matter who your family was or how long Hunter had known you, you were the enemy. Luckily Odetta wasn’t much for magic, as far as Hunter was aware.

Worms? In your liquor? Hunter couldn’t really tell if that was meant to be there or if the batch had somehow gotten infested... but he wasn’t one to waste good booze on account of a little bug! With a wink, thick fingers dipped into the drink snapping the little bugger up and tossing it into a waiting mouth. He chewed for a few seconds and then used the shot to wash it down, licking the remnants of tequila off his fingers after. Again, he wasn’t wasteful. "Shit, gonna have to throw something worse than a bug at me if you’re wantin’ to see me squirm! How ‘bout you, what’s yer drink o’ choice?”
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28 Jul 2013, 01:50 #9

    Odetta watched as Hunter plucked the worm and chewed it up. She laughed and wrinkled up her nose in mock disgust. She had eaten plenty worse than worms in her day. "You know the worm sucks up all of the poison in the booze, makes you extra drunk. Be careful now, I ain't cleanin' up if you get sick all over the place."

    The wolf girl grinned and took a swig of the tequila. "I am partial to tequila, but whiskey's my favorite goin' way back. My ma used to put it on my gums when I was teethin an' my pa gave it to me when I was twelve to ease the pain of my first shift. Whiskey's my medicine, tequila's my party drink."

    She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and passed the bottle back to Hunter. When there was no one around she rarely used glasses; it saved her a lot of time on washing up and she figured it saved already-scarce water supplies. Cooties were just never something she was concerned about anyway.

    "Got any good drunk stories?" she asked, leaning forward on the bar, her breasts practically spilling onto the bar top. "I mean, I've got tons, but I wanna hear one of yours first."
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