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more than just a piece in their games
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aeneiaBLOCKQUOTE STYLE:
He lowered his hat, checked his gun and headed toward the bar
Walked on up beside me, I knew he'd traveled far
In a voice as thick as mud he looked to the 'keep and said
"One shot of whiskey for myself and one for my new friend"
The patrons whispered hushed and low, they seemed to be afraid
As if a ghost had stood right up and walked out of its grave
His face was shallow and dirty, his skin like leather hide
Sure he spoke like any man, but something wasn't right
So I twisted on my stool, turned to him and said
"Thank you sir, but just the same, I'm chasin worms instead"
He growled and shoved the drink my way, his eyes cold as death
"I pick the drinks, you knock 'em back, else draw against my hand"
drink with the living dead
Jul. 19th, 2019 04:13 pmaeneia⬢ CHARACTERS: Staton Cree, the Living Dead vs Unnamed Cowboy
⬢ DATE: The Following Evening.
⬢ WARNINGS: His eyes were cold as death.
⬢ SUMMARY: To drink or draw against the dead, now that's a losing game!
( You better drink your drink and shut your mouth )
When it's six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh, you better drink your drink and shut your mouth. If you draw against his hand, you can never win...
Go ahead... drink with the living dead...
'who the hell do you think you are?' my patience growin' thin. But swallow hard, I had to do, when the story he began. His lips curled back and words came forth starting up the tale and every face inside that bar turned a shade of pale.
"My name is Stanton Cree and I died three years before I shot a man to steal his drink, at least that's what they hung me for. Now I'm cursed to walk the earth and challenge every night. A man to match me drink for drink or by the bullet die".
⬢ DATE: The Following Evening.
⬢ WARNINGS: His eyes were cold as death.
⬢ SUMMARY: To drink or draw against the dead, now that's a losing game!
( You better drink your drink and shut your mouth )
When it's six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh, you better drink your drink and shut your mouth. If you draw against his hand, you can never win...
Go ahead... drink with the living dead...
'who the hell do you think you are?' my patience growin' thin. But swallow hard, I had to do, when the story he began. His lips curled back and words came forth starting up the tale and every face inside that bar turned a shade of pale.
"My name is Stanton Cree and I died three years before I shot a man to steal his drink, at least that's what they hung me for. Now I'm cursed to walk the earth and challenge every night. A man to match me drink for drink or by the bullet die".
