[ by that point, the previous day (and night's) events were catching up with him. the cowboy is flopped over against the bar, his hat on the counter next to him. the serape is bundled into a half-assed attempt at a pillow, the side of his face resting against his forearm.
he'd built himself a small army of empty glasses, the nearest still almost full of something that is most definitely not water. ]
Got connections.
[ okay, so maybe he's a little worse for wear. he had to fill the time somehow. ]
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he'd built himself a small army of empty glasses, the nearest still almost full of something that is most definitely not water. ]
Got connections.
[ okay, so maybe he's a little worse for wear. he had to fill the time somehow. ]