Just for kicks. [Duke]

[Angela Waters]

She had ridden over from the hideout in the outfit she arrived at the hideout in. Clothes were folded as neatly as possible in her saddlebag. She hitched her horse and rented a room at the inn, although she knew she wouldn't stay long. All she did was wash up, change, and comb out her hair. She smoothed her hands down along her dress and sighed, shaking her head before she made her way to the saloon. Was she familiar with this sort of thing? Not really, but it came recommended so she figured that while she waited, she'd have some fun.

She didn't see the harm in it, really. She bumped into a gentleman and bit her tongue to prevent the sarcastic words that wanted desperately to come from her lips. Instead, she went with the safest option possible. "My apologies, sir." She said quietly, hoping he wasn't too harsh on her. Last thing she wanted was a scene and luckily for all parties involved, she had left her weapons back in her room, Even though to most, she was abrasive and quick to turn toward some sort of aggression, she knew how to blend in and be socially acceptable in most situations.

[Duke]

"That's quite alright, Ma'am," Duke smiled at the attractive young woman. Not many women came in alone. Usually they came in with men to watch a show or to eat but seldom did any come in alone. This one was attractive and yet something about her seemed familiar.
"Welcome to the Blackbird," he greeted. "Have you been here before?"

That face reminded him so much of someone but he couldn't quite place her. Intrigued he pressed further. "Might I buy you a drink, Miss?"
Already the snake was beginning his seduction. He knew how to flatter and woo with words and drink. He liked the looks of this beauty.

"Please forgive my manners. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the proprietor of this establishment. My name is Duke," he smiled at her, the snake lying just below the surface.

[Angela Waters]

Two could play at that game. At first, all she did was chuckle. "Nice to meet you, Duke. I'm Angela but..." She paused and gingerly took his arm, reaching up to whisper in his ear. "You can call me Angie." She purred, lowering herself as she shot him a flirtatious smile, her tanned features partially obscured by curly, dark hair.

She glanced toward the bar, thinking a moment then she returned her attention to him. "I would love a drink, but it seems to be a tad..crowded." She mused innocently, the suggestion behind her words rather obvious. What he would decide to do from there was entirely up to him. Either way, it didn't matter to her, simply because she had come here to have a good time. At last, his first question registered. At first, she just thought about it.

Finally, she exhaled. "You caught me. The atmosphere is rather enchanting here, I must admit." She bit down on her lower lip and looked around. "All the perks of home, minus the weight of a spouse dragging you down. I'm more of a free spirit, myself." She admitted with a nonchalant shrug.

[Duke]

He laughed at her response. "Angela --- what a beautiful name. If I had a daughter I'd name her Angela," he smiled at her. "I have a place in the back that's private. Come with me and share a drink with me. On the house," he told her.

In the back of his mind there was something about this young woman that kept nagging at him. "Have we met before?" he asked as he guided her towards where his private place was located.

[Angela Waters]

She thought about her answer as she followed him. Well, she had already admitted to being here before. To her knowledge, she hadn't met him outside of Texas. She was rather good with remembering names and faces. It wouldn't do to contradict herself and be caught up in a lie. "Well, Duke, it is a possibility." She murmured thoughtfully.

Was it possible she had screwed herself over already by coming here under the guise that she was a male that went by the name of Andy? At that point, absolutely anything was possible. Her lips pursed. "Well, Duke, seeing as how you're being so hospitable, allow me to be upfront with you. Men receive better pay than us women and because of that, I've learned to masquerade as a sturdy fellow that wasn't afraid to do the dirty work. It's possible we met while I was going under the name Andy, instead of Angie." Well, there was that out in the open.

Still, she felt the need to defend her reasoning. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, especially when you're on the road as much as I am...er, was. A quaint family has taken me into their home, and I'm not sure I want to go another decade, claiming to be somebody I'm not." She gave him a wry smile. Surely, he could understand such things, couldn't he? "I realize it wasn't ladylike nor was it glamorous, but it did get me by." As did a few other things that were far from being morally sound.

[Duke]

"You are quite lovely and very intriguing," he was speaking the truth. "I would like to get to know you ever better."

They finally reached a back room that gave them privacy. A bottle of his private stock was delivered to him by one of his "girls" along with two glasses.

"I hope you like fine whiskey," he asked her as he poured some into each glass. "It is the finest whiskey ever made. I only share it with special people.

[Angela Waters]

She chuckled and watched him curiously. "An' I bet you save that silver tongue o' yours for the special people as well." She winked at him and put a few strands of hair behind her ear. She wasn't one for flirting, but she was interested in the man. She found herself a seat and sat down. "Truth be told, Duke, I've rather enjoyed my time with you." She mused sweetly, leaning forward.

She leaned back in the chair she had claimed and blinked. "Well, what would you like to know? I'm an open book, hon, just ask away." She was curious as to what he wanted to know. If he ventured into sensitive territory, she'd just handle it like she did most things: either lie or change the topic. "Whiskey is only as good as its burn." She said quietly, crossing one leg over the other.

[Duke]

Duke laughed at her reply. "Yes, but it burns so good," he filled their glasses once again.

"Well, what would you like to know? I'm an open book, hon, just ask away."

"Let me think," he looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Where were you born?" he finally asked her after a few moments. "And what is your last name? I want to know a woman's full name when I make love to her," he spun gold from his mouth with his words.

[Angela Waters]

She regarded him a moment then shrugged nonchalantly. "Augustus, Maine was where I was born and raised. My full name is Angela Maryann Waters, and I left home when I was sixteen. I told myself I'd go back when I saw the rest of what was to be offered, but I was lying to myself." She pursed her lips and tilted her head. "My father and I never got along and apparently, he was upset that I was more reliable than his three sons combined." Her lip twitched with the beginnings of a smile or perhaps, it was a smirk.

Either way, it was amusing. Falling silent, she lifted her glass to her lips and took a drink, getting comfortable in her chair. "The idea of losing my figure before thirty was unappealing, and my father wanted me to get married. It was either that or get out so I left." She mused, taking another swallow of her drink. "Going on twenty-six and still look better than some of my younger counterparts." Her eyes twinkled with mirth.

She glanced toward him then turned her attention to the ceiling, debating several matters that ran constantly through her mind. "I could tell you stories of my travels but by the sounds of it, I think you've done a fair share of traveling yourself." It might have been bold of her, but she wasn't just referring to his travels on land. You had to be dumber than a box of rocks to not know the man got around with women. "You must have confidence in your abilities if you think I'm letting you take me to bed on the same day we meet. Not saying I won't but still, enlighten me." She purred, taking another sip of her drink before setting it in her lap.

[Duke]

He liked the spunk this young woman had. She reminded him of someone. Who was it? He studied her face as she ate, the shape of her eyes, her bow-shaped lips, the soft curve of her breasts beneath her shirt..

"You should be dressed in lace, not men's riding frock. You're much too pretty to be seen in anything else," he finally spoke.

He watched the way she brushed a ransom tendril of hair away from her face and it made him grin slightly.

"You remind me of someone I used to know. Have you ever been to New York?"

[Angela Waters]

She just laughed quietly. "Duke, darlin', I've been to all thirty-seven states. I was going to tempt fate and try to go further west but alas, it's not settled territory and though I'm a mighty fine shot and know how to whip up some good grub with nothin' more than a knife, a fire, and a few sticks, I'd rather stay where I can trust there to be civilization, should there be an emergency." She thought about his words a moment and shrugged. "Lace doesn't hold up as well on horseback and usually is a dead giveaway when I'm tryin' to make a decent livin' offa small, unpleasant jobs. I'll make a deal with you, though." She purred, daring to meet his gaze.

Leaning forward, she showed just enough that gave the viewer a preview without giving the entire show away. "Whenever I come to your fine establishment, I'll allow you to put me in whatever outfit you think is best. Personally, I found our conversation rather intriguing and I'm almost certain you're just full of stories that I'm rather curious to hear. We can even make a bit of a game out of it." She suggested resting her head in her hands as she continued to meet his gaze. "For every tale you weave, I'll remove an article of clothing and when there's nothing left, you'll get to do as you please." Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

She was a woman that enjoyed intelligent conversations. "Really, it's a win-win, darlin'. I get to have an enjoyable conversation with a man I find rather intriguing and despite what people may think, that is, in fact, a rare occurrence, and you get to have little, old me. Just keep in mind that I'm not going to press, and I don't expect you to share anything overly sensitive because believe me, even I have dark secrets." Rising from her seat, she drifted toward him and cupped his face briefly, brushing her lips along his. "So, what d'ya think, darlin'?" She queried innocently, pulling away just enough to let her dark gaze search his

[Duke]

He smiled at her, a lecherous, lascivious, and lewd smile. She was good, very good. If he could talk her into being one of his girls she'd make him a fortune. He'd save her for only his most wealthiest patrons like the Mayor, the Judge and the territorial Governor to name a few.

"Really, it's a win-win, darlin'. I get to have an enjoyable conversation with a man I find rather intriguing and despite what people may think, that is, in fact, a rare occurrence, and you get to have little, old me. Just keep in mind that I'm not going to press, and I don't expect you to share anything overly sensitive because believe me, even I have dark secrets." Rising from her seat, she drifted toward him and cupped his face briefly, brushing her lips along his. "So, what d'ya think, darlin'?" She queried innocently, pulling away just enough to let her dark gaze search his.


But first he was going to tap this very special well himself, even if he had to play silly games to do it. It was not much different than he played on women. Some women were just so easily persuaded. Others just plain dumb. Still others knew what they were doing and played the part perfectly.

And then there were some like this woman, although they were few and far between, who were just as slick as he was. He could have easily been the snake who deceived Eve in the Garden and she could have been Jezebel who deceived Kings.

He had to have her. She was just too delicious to pass up. Reaching his hands out to touch her hips she pulled just enough away to be out of his reach and looked at her with eyes that matched his but with a provocative glint to them.

"Ask me something about myself and I'll tell you what you want to know," he grinned at her. It was the same kind of grin the spider gave the fly when offering a seat in its parlor.

[Angela Waters]

A moment went by and in that moment, she regarded him warily, genuinely curious as to what scheme he was concocting. You had to be blinder than a bat to not be able to tell, even if the only indicator was the way he looked at her s if he had already won. Well, she'd play along and if she didn't like what was in store, she'd back out just as quickly or continue to play the dangerous game of cat and mouse with a man that clearly had more experience than herself. Would she allow such things to stop her? Hardly...if anything, it only added fuel to the fire. "Darlin', 'whenever' implies I'll return and will be saving such games for my next visit." She purred, quirking a thin brow with the faintest hint of amusement shimmering in her dark gaze.

What most couldn't, or wouldn't, comprehend was that while she allowed them the joy of thinking they had her where they wanted her, she was figuring ways to manipulate them to get not only what she needed but what she wanted as well. Along her travels, she had learned how to read body language, certain cues, and facial expressions. Everything she did nowadays was like a game of poker, only it never ended. "Still, if you'd rather tell a story than have a free preview, be my guest." She teased, taking a half step closer as her hands took hold of his, pulling them slowly toward her hips. "Don't see how it'd be much fun but then again, who am I to argue?" She mused, tilting her head as she watched him with false curiosity.

She could easily pretend to fall into line like a woman was expected but unless it somehow benefited her, she didn't see the fun in it. She could also pretend to be about as tough as the next guy, although she only saved that for when she was in desperate need of cash or various supplies that she couldn't, for the life of her, get from her seduction tactics. Now, what she wanted was simple enough. Like anybody that was still breathing, she had needs, although some would argue that the desire raging through every fiber in her very being was more of a want but either way, it was going to be sated. Normally, she went for men that had weaker wills than her own but today, she had craved a challenge and some semblance of experience. This man, Duke, she surmised could give her what she craved and then some. Had she been more patient that day, she would have happily made him work for what they both seemed to desire.

She didn't seem to mind that this was degrading on so many levels or that she was giving herself so freely to somebody she hardly knew. "You do realize I'm not giving such an esteemed fellow an invite, correct?"" She queried, her voice full of the dry sarcasm that she normally used rather well. Sarcasm was something that could be considered a second language with her, and she was no stranger to using it. Usually, people didn't respond very well to it but over the years, like most other things, she had simply ceased caring. "Ah, I should remove my protection so you don't go for a weapon or call that hefty guard of yours." She mused, dancing out of his reach.

There was a knife fastened rather crudely on the inside of her thigh and was cleverly concealed by a couple layers of fabric. "A girl needs protection, darlin' and though I'm sure your guys are good at what they do, I'd rather be safe than sorry." She murmured, crinkling her nose briefly as she removed the knife and sat in the seat of the chair she had been occupying. "I have a few guns, but they aren't easily concealed." She chuckled at the thought a moment before returning to him.

Placing her hands lightly atop his shoulders, she seemed to be thoughtful for a moment. "Now, where were we?" She murmured thoughtfully. Her eyes twinkled faintly as she brushed her lips along his once more. "I do believe I remember now" She crooned, gesturing between the two of them. "If memory serves, you and I were about to have some fun." It was precisely what she needed and then some.

[OOC: Sorry for the length, sudden burst of Angie muse.]

[Duke]

((No apologizes. I am loving it. ))

With his hands on either side of her hips and her mouth on his he was in a state of excitement not normal for him. He was the seducer, the silver tongued devil, the weaver of false flattery. His own tricks were being used on him and he was finding himself falling into the velvet pit of lust with her. Never had a woman driven him to the edge like she was doing. When her lips touched his he opened them slightly to take in all of her taste and desire. Disregarding the weaponry she bore on her body, he had one of the most powerful men around who would tear the earth a sunder to get to him if he so much as peeped the wrong way, he slipped his hands up her body until they were on her shoulders pulling her ever nearer to his own.

"I want you all night to myself. What do you want me to pay you? Name it. Jewelry? Money? What?" he could barely speak he was so overcome with her.

His hands slipped around the front of her in an attempt to cup her breasts. Duke was a powerful man in many circles but he was, alas and alack, a man whose base needs controlled and could blind him. If this beauty wouldn't give herself to him he would explode and not in a nice way.

[Angela Waters]

As she continued to toy with the fire that ravaged her being, she was slammed back into the past. Days when her father crammed religion down her throat and continually told her that if she put so much as one toe out of line, she'd burn in Hell for the rest of eternity. Shortly after departing her hometown, she went out of her way to uproot everything he had ever taught her. The only thing she hadn't done was kill somebody, although she had come dangerously close on several occasions. Back then, it had been to prove a point and lately, it was just for the purpose of getting by another day. Back then, she thought her lifestyle was only going to be temporary but instead, she had allowed herself to become somewhat of a gypsy, albeit a violent one with an extremely abrasive personality. Now, to tie in the back story, it was the man's mention of paying her for this act of intimacy that caused the fiery throes of lust to be quickly replaced by a flash of anger that momentarily replaced all sense of logic.

Pulling away just enough that she could grasp his face between two calloused palms, she looked him in the eyes, her own narrowed. "Darlin', allow me to clear somethin' up with you." She drawled calmly, fury bubbling beneath the surface and rage sparking in her dark gaze. "Payment implies I'm a prostitute and though what we are about to do doesn't speak well for my character, I can personally assure you that I'm not a prostitute, nor will I ever be one. I'm going through with this because it's the sort of itch that I can't scratch on my own and I'm sick and tired of mediocre partners, as few and far between as they are." She murmured, patting his cheek in a fashion that could only be described as mockingly affectionate.

She wasn't the sort of fool that would lash out through physical means, least of all when she was outgunned so instead, she opted for verbal attacks and implications. Her hand drifted lower, fingertips grazing brazenly along his inner thigh before traveling back upwards, only to allow nimble fingers to hook within the waistband of his pants. "How about we skip the games. When I come over again, I'll go to you and if you're busy, I'll give you the room I'm staying in at the inn, and you can drop by whenever you're free." She suggested softly, her demeanor returning to that of the lust-ridden dame. "Tonight, you can have me for as long as you want, only you get to keep your...payment." She chuckled faintly and pressed up against him, her lips catching his in a lingering, passionate kiss.

[OOC: About time to fade out 'fore the TOS eats us all alive. xD]