OOM - 1893 - San Francisco

Sep 10, 2011 21:53

For once, this isn't a trail somewhere in Laredo, or a hay loft in East Juarez. It's the dining room of the Horseshoe Club, and Dixie's just ordered a bottle of wine and a filet mignon. She keeps an eye on the grandfather clock just barely visible in the cloakroom as the minutes tick by. Brisco said he wanted to talk before he left town on ( Read more... )

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harvard_bounty September 11 2011, 03:54:35 UTC
Date or not, he's at least managed to dress nicely.

"Hello, Dix."

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luvitwnurescume September 11 2011, 04:15:50 UTC
He does look handsome tonight, and her lips tick up into a smile. "I think this is the first time you've ever shown up when I expected you to."

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harvard_bounty September 11 2011, 04:18:26 UTC
"Maybe I'm trying to break some bad habits."

He takes a seat opposite her.

"You look amazing."

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luvitwnurescume September 11 2011, 04:37:17 UTC
"It's the only one you've got." Besides his stubbornness, but she can work on that. When he mentions her outfit, she smiles and preens. "Oh, this old thing? It's sort of last year, but I like the way it looks thrown over your saddle." She smirks as the waiter brings them the wine. "What'll you have, Brisco? It's on me tonight."

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