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[Ames strolls up to the saloon still fussing with her hair; it's a hard hour's ride from the old mining outpost back to town, and her rumpled state reflects the journey. She doesn't realize who's standing at the door of the boarding house at first, but on second glance the corner of her mouth twitches upward, as does her eyebrow.]

I take it that posse the Dover boys wrangled up to hunt you down after what you did to their brother didn't exactly succeed.

[One eyebrow arched, goes higher at her comment. It's not like he's made any kind of show of being other than who and what he is. The gun sits prominent and visible on his hip, even with the coat half covering.]

Some of them draw breath. Wasn't much interested in shooting people who were just trying to make their way.

You smell like a horse.

I've been riding one. [She abandons the effort with her hair, and instead tries to smooth the worst wrinkles of her blouse and skirt. There's a small leather bag cinched to her wrist that she's careful not to upset too much as her brushes her clothes.] Had to run an errand outta town.

[He shakes his head, taking her skirt and shaking out the wrinkles and then grabbing the bag to look in it.]

Don't recall sending you on any errands.

Hey! [She yanks her wrist back reflexively, but it's no good] Ain't no rule sayin' I can't have personal business now and then. It's not even evening yet; clients won't be showing up for hours.

ooc: The bag is full of tobacco, but a little digging will reveal a note. She would've been unwittingly smuggling opium, but that plan kinda fell through on the grounds opium was legal and widely used in the old west. Curse you early America and your liberal approach to narcotics!

Also, revise "boarding house" to "brothel" if we're going the pimp!Guerrero route.

[He pulls out the note, held between two fingers.] No such thing as personal business. It always spills over. [Yes, he's reading her note. Because in his experience, that's true.]

ooc: *brb giggling like a fiend* We can go pimp!Guerrero. Either way, he'll be protective of her and probably a bit bossy.

[Her hands flutter for the note as he takes it, then drop to her sides. And now she looks anxious because she doesn't actually know what the note says. Hell, she didn't even know what was in the pouch.]

There are some might call it rude to go diggin' around in a lady's things.

ooc: I'd assumed he was pimp!Guerrero since he pointed out that he hadn't sent her on an errand. Might as well roll with it; it'll be even more fun. ;)

What can I say? I'm a bad, bad man. [He reads the note. Then gives her the eyebrow again.]

Well, nice to meet you, Ned Terence. Didn't know you were looking to go into the gold claim business.

ooc: I am totally making shit up as I go along. XD Also I might have been drunk, depending on when I posted that. *pokes it* That martini was way more strong than I thought.

[She shifts uncomfortably] ...I'm supposed to deliver that to someone.

ooc:My entire half-baked idea for a plot line was based on total BS, so it's all cool. And it's St. Pat's kind of! You've got an excuse. ;)

Uh-huh. For whom?

ooc: Mmmm making shit up. It is! And I probably won't go out drinking for St Pat's 'cause I have to work the next day, anyway. So there was some early unplanned celebrating. Yes.

[She sighs] Fella by the name of Clint Hatton, due to ride in tonight from Chester.

ooc: There was a ton of early celebrating in the city today; seems there's something called the Shamrock Fest that comes to DC every year, which I only discovered when I went to catch the metro and found a few hundred extra people milling about on the platform.

That the extent of your involvement, message carrying? [He doubts it.]

ooc: ... damn, I forgot about that. We'll probably have a something going on downtown, but I don't know how big it'll be.

[Her lips purse into a tight, unhappy oval. Then she replaces it with what she hopes is an endearing smile.] C'mon now. Me, in the gold business? I've seen men at those claims. Seems like a whole lotta work with nothin' to show for it but a sore back.

I'd never heard of Shamrock fest before, but I don't usually go into the city around St. Pat's. Do the St. Pat's activities by you tend to be fun?