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[wheelsy_sheriff]

The front door opens and in walks one Bill Pardy. Half covered in white paint and looking mighty pissed about it. He walks in backwards, one hand holding a towel and the other pointing out the door. "You better get your ass ready Arliss, cus I'm kickin it when I come back out

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[fran_goldsmith]

A young woman approaches him, a friendly smile lighting her eyes.
"You all right?" she's not laughing. Really.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Yeah..." He sighs, wiping at the paint. "Least didn't get to much in my hair."

[fran_goldsmith]

She asks Bar for a couple of extra towels for him. "Were you playing paintball or something?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Thanks." He says, seeing the towels. "No. Some dumbass was paintin at the station and knocked his bucket off the ladder when I was walkin past. Just ain't turnin out to be my year..."

[fran_goldsmith]

"Welcome." She shakes her head. "Sounds like not the best day, all right.
Here I thought moose in my driveway was bad."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Bad day, bad week. Like I said, already a bad year." He grumbles. "Moose though? You get him out or he stay there starin at you like a dumb cow?" Bill gets to deal with annoying critters too, both wild an farm."

[fran_goldsmith]

"He was staring at first. Then my boyfriend thought it'd be helpful to yell...and shine a flashlight in his eyes. We had a little chat on the topic of not annoying something that's stupid AND has about seven hundred pounds on you."

Fran looks at Bill, a little more closely. "You might've missed a spot," touching the side of her head to illustrate.

"what year?" curiously. "Mine's 1990."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Yeah, that ain't the smartest thing to do. But I seen dumber."

He looked at the towel and at himself, "Well least it seems to be comin off okay. I'm Bill Pardy, 2006 right now."

[fran_goldsmith]

Fran blushes, annoyed at herself for not introducing herself first. "Sorry. I'm Fran Goldsmith, from Maine. Nice to meet you, Mr. Pardy."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Bill is fine." He says with a smile. "I'm from Wheelsy, South Carolina. Thanks for helpin me here, I didn't get any on you did I?"

He looks her over checking for paint spots.

[fran_goldsmith]

"No problem, Bill." She glances down at her clothes, and shrugs. "I don't think so." Jeans and a red T-shirt, not anything where she'd cry over it if they got
paint stained.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Good. Well then, long as I'm here I may as well get a drink before goin back an killin one of my deputies. Buy you a drink?" He gestures towards Bar.

[fran_goldsmith]

"Sure.
Don't kill him til you know you're not going to get somebody stupider." This from somebody whose boyfriend out-dumbed a moose? Experience talks.

She'd noticed his badge. "Sheriff Pardy, then, or Chief?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Sheriff." He says with a slight frown when he takes a seat at the bar. "Was Chief, then a lotta stuff happened an...yeah. Sheriff is good though. Works for me."

He orders a beer from himself and looks at her, "Whatcha want?"

[fran_goldsmith]

She thinks, then orders a margarita. Not much of a drinker, but this is something she hasn't tried before.

"Thanks. Stuff? you don't mean a promotion."

((mun has to go. Slowtime or fade, your choice. Sorry!))

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Other way actually. Well...kinda. It's a bit wierd and involves one night of hell that damn near destroyed my town. Don't know if you'd really want to hear it, it ain't that nice of a story."

[no problem. I'm off for bed as well. Thanks for tagging.]