[ For a moment, her confidence falters but it's barely longer than the span of a breath. Then she's back to smirking because Kenzi is proud of her fashion sense.]
Oh, right, you don't see this kind of thing a lot, huh?
[ Bustiers ain't that hard to come by. You see a lot of fancy ladies in those. But she's wearing it in a way he never thought possible. He's not sure what to make of her outfit fashion wise, but that ain't how he's seeing it. He's just seeing the leather skirt and her legs. The high as hell boots. He ain't never seen boots like that. How she walks in those is beyond him. Shit. ]
No, ma'am. [ He opens the door wider for her to come in. ] You're a whole different kind of new for me.
[ Her smirk isn't going anywhere as she saunters into his place and she looks around before turning around to look at him.] Well, same for me. I've never... [ She does ππ motion. ] With someone from your... time? This place is weird.
[ That's a different gesture. He knows what it means. But he's mostly seen guys do it at poker games. He's smiling though when he sees Kenzi do it. She's got balls. There's no doubt about that.
Once she's in he shoves the door shut behind her and nods. ]
Then I guess I'm gonna have to show you that we're superior. In every damn way.
[ He slides past her to lead her into the living room. Where he scoops up his hat and turns to hand it to her. ]
[ She follows and when he offers it, she takes the hat and flips it around in her hands for a moment. Her smirk turns wicked.] Can I put it on now or do I have to get naked first?
Well, cause you showed up looking so damn pretty in that getup I think it'll be alright if you put it on right now. Think it'll make you look extra special.
[ Faraday moves to sit on his couch. Getting a good look at her like this. It's crazy what the lady folk around here wear these days. ]
[ She puts the hat on all delicate like, using only her finger tips like she's seen in more than a handful of westerns. Then she does finger guns at him--] So? What do you think?
[ Now that's just too damn cute. It's a little bit on her, but she wears it well. Especially with the get up she has on. He never imagined it'd look that damn good on a lady. ]
I think you look like the best damn cowboy there ever was. [ He gives her a wink in return for her finger guns. ]
[ He gives her a look. Not entirely sure what that comment means. Probably for the best since Faraday doesn't exactly know what feminism is really. There's another look when she asks for sarsaparilla. He does smile though as he gets up to move into his kitchen. Snagging a bottle of whiskey from his top cabinets. ]
Just got this. Probably got bourbon too round here. This work or were you really hoping for some sarsaparilla?
[ Though really Faraday drinks whatever alcohol is in front of him and gives him a buzz. Whatever can get him moving. Whatever gets him to pass out enough to erase any dreams. ]
Hard liquor girl. Getting prettier by the minute. [ He's moving to grab two glasses. He drops them onto the coffee table and starts to pour. ]
[ She shrugs before moving to follow him and then plop down on the couch so he can pour out their drinks.] So I'm suddenly hotter because I drink hard liquor? Maybe I should get that tattooed on my forehead...
[ Movies and TV apparently like giving people the wrong information. That's what he's learned since talking to folks. They all believe one thing when it's the other. It's pretty strange to him how incorrect the information is. But he doesn't fault her for it. Can't blame a girl for being misinformed about things. It's hardly her fault for trusting a source.
Once he's got hers he slides it to her and picks up his own. Taking a long sip. ] Hell yeah you're prettier cause of that. A lady that can handle her liquor is damn appealing to folks. Means ya know how to live.
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Oh, right, you don't see this kind of thing a lot, huh?
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No, ma'am. [ He opens the door wider for her to come in. ] You're a whole different kind of new for me.
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Once she's in he shoves the door shut behind her and nods. ]
Then I guess I'm gonna have to show you that we're superior. In every damn way.
[ He slides past her to lead her into the living room. Where he scoops up his hat and turns to hand it to her. ]
What you were promised.
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[ Faraday moves to sit on his couch. Getting a good look at her like this. It's crazy what the lady folk around here wear these days. ]
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I think you look like the best damn cowboy there ever was. [ He gives her a wink in return for her finger guns. ]
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Now are you going to make a sarsaparilla? [ And yes, she says that in a ridiculous Southern drawl.] I'll settle for a vodka or whiskey.
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Just got this. Probably got bourbon too round here. This work or were you really hoping for some sarsaparilla?
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I'm fine with whiskey though. Or bourbon. Dealer's choice.
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[ Though really Faraday drinks whatever alcohol is in front of him and gives him a buzz. Whatever can get him moving. Whatever gets him to pass out enough to erase any dreams. ]
Hard liquor girl. Getting prettier by the minute. [ He's moving to grab two glasses. He drops them onto the coffee table and starts to pour. ]
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[ She shrugs before moving to follow him and then plop down on the couch so he can pour out their drinks.] So I'm suddenly hotter because I drink hard liquor? Maybe I should get that tattooed on my forehead...
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Once he's got hers he slides it to her and picks up his own. Taking a long sip. ] Hell yeah you're prettier cause of that. A lady that can handle her liquor is damn appealing to folks. Means ya know how to live.
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