Abel Slade (deathslade) wrote in westernrp, @ 2016-11-05 20:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | abel slade, scarlett cunningham |
WHO: Abel Slade & Scarlett Cunningham
WHAT: Slade is angry after some guests screw up his storyline
WHERE: Sweetwater Saloon
WHEN: Thursday night
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Open/In-progress
Abel Slade shoved his hand into the pocket of his coat, pulling out the telegram that came on Monday. A fair amount of coin for a fairly simple job, and now? Thrown into the river because of a few jittery idiots with nervous trigger fingers. They'd pumped the girl and her husband full of bullets for next to no reason, and had raced off in search of...whatever they were in search of. And there was Slade, stuck with bodies and having lost his horse to the whole debacle.
He'd stolen a horse from the now-departed couple and by the time he'd hit town, the sun had fallen below the horizon. Slade was still burning with fury, and crumpled the telegram in his fist. The financial loss hurt, but the impact on his reputation was what truly angered him. In the morning, he'd have to telegram his failure back to the agency, and a mark would go against his name. All because of some fools who couldn't keep their hands off their dicks.
Calm down. Can't do nothing about it now. Calm down.
Repeating those words inside his head, Slade still burst through the saloon doors and eyed the place up like it was full of enemies. He briefly shut his eyes, trying to breathe and ease his mood. If his blood stayed up, he knew something bad would happen. But then, one way or another, something bad usually happened.