[DATING SIM] the old saloon

[fancy_shooting]

[This room is an old-fashioned saloon

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[b4imarussianima]

Hey cowboy. See you still have on those spurs...

Kinky.

hurfff

[fancy_shooting]

Of course I still have them. No one in GRU dares tell me I can't wear them. [Spins a revolver.]

/also a love interest, but she and ocelot can bother each other anyway

[drquacksays]

[To Jane, this room is a complete dream. She almost has to remind herself to even breathe before she can manage to push past the doors and enter the saloon. It was just like in the movies- A Man with No Name, she thinks to herself and wonders if there's any Ocelot's in here.

She's not surprised when she spots him from across the room, looking like he fit so well into this entire scene. (It doesn't surprise her, really. She always did compare him to Clint Eastwood.)

Walking over to the table, she stands across from him.]

You're certainly enjoying this place, aren't you? I'm not surprised.

[fancy_shooting]

It has a good atmosphere. [He stretches in his chair.]

[drquacksays]

I bet. Ever seen A Fistful of Dollars? That movie would be perfect for you.

[fancy_shooting]

I did see it. Clint Eastwood is acting perfection.

[dominantviper]

"...Oh for fuck's sake." Liquid probably should have just walked past without a second look; but the depths of Ocelot's sheer insanity were just intriguing enough to draw his attention.

"Answer me honestly, Ocelot." It was odd to think this kid would eventually become the sick, torture-loving bastard Liquid knew. "Were you dropped on your head after your parents spent a drunken night watching horrible Westerns?"

[fancy_shooting]

"I wasn't raised by my parents," Ocelot answered fluidly, smiling and gesturing towards Liquid with two fingers.

[dominantviper]

"...Your impeccable ability to deflect insults would be impressive if I didn't hate you." Liquid remarked as he carefully examined their surroundings.

[fancy_shooting]

"You never did tell me exactly what it is about me that you hate," he purred in reply, crossing his legs and leaning back in his chair.

/I don't remember wtf I am anymore :D

[imthe_boss]

Yo Adamska.

[fancy_shooting]

[oh god don't direct workload on me again oh god]

Careful, John. This place is getting busy. I don't give my name out to just anyone.

/main character

[injectingly]

[Naomi gets herself a glass of iced water and a few slices of lemon, and perches on a barstool. She might not have recognised Ocelot from his face, but his fashion sense is unmistakeable.]

A little piece of the Wild West. You must be enjoying yourself here.

[fancy_shooting]

[He always gets recognized by his revolvers and spurs.]

It has taste.

[injectingly]

[She looks a little dubious. It seems like most of Ocelot's tastes are, to say the least, questionable.

She keeps sipping her water.] Why spaghetti westerns, then? What's the appeal?