Re: Roy and Rose and Wally! and open!
"Well, she's sassy," he said with a grin toward Roy. He was used to girls being snarky toward him, though. "Much obliged," he said in thanks as he received the glass.
Roy of course was probably one of the very few who knew what Wally was like when he was drunk. Even Wally didn't know. He tended to not remember things when he got more than a shot down his throat. Usually he just woke up with a bit of a hangover and a lot of confusion. So milk was safe.
Then Wally guffawed at Effie. "Decent? Him? Don't let him gull you, miss." He grinned in good-natured teasing toward Roy.
He looked about at the mention of a light. The green eyes immediately shot downward. "Ohhithere!" Yes. Cleavage. It was there and currently holding his gaze. "Umm..." He pat around under his coat, and finally pulled his gaze away to focus more on pulling his coat up and fishing for matches that were surely somewhere among his extra pairs of Smith & Wessons hiding in his coat. Finally he produced them, then dropped the box, hands flailing wildly to catch it before going to hand it to Rose, looking panicked for a bit then handing the matches to Roy instead, ears scarlet. "Sorry. Pardon. There, ma'am. He's got 'em." He turned back to his milk. Yep. Total fail at being the smooth gunman he was supposed to be. Sometimes he could pull it off. Really. This lady was just mighty scary somehow.
Which, now that he thought of it, good thing he handed the matches to Roy. Wasn't that how he liked his ladies?