oom: for will

[scurlock]

The hotel room is pretty empty, and small, but Doc doesn't care. All his stuff is in Milliways anyways. They walk out of the door and into the hotel room itself. Once he closes the door to the bar, he opens it again and the hallway is visible.

There's piano music filtering up from the lobby saloon, conversation. It's a pretty busy hotel, given the sounds.

"C'mon. I know some crap saloons on the far side of town, get a few drinks, see if there ain't anyone we can steal from or somethin'. Before the fightin'."

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[will_scarlett]

Will takes the whiskey and copies Doc's motion with the hat, its a bit like what he'd do with a cloak and his eyes move over the weapons around,

"Could take most o'these men I think an canna be any 'arder to take a gun than a purse."

[scurlock]

"One thing you never do is grab a man's gun," he says, shaking his head, as he pulls his holster around a bit on his hips to bring the gun to the front. "Y'see, it's got a loop here, goes over the hammer like so, keeps it from fallin' out when you're ridin' and such. Most gunhands know the weight of that iron at their side."

Doc drinks a sip of whiskey and considers.

"Find someone drunk enough, make them look like a fool, they'll start the argument, make it look like their fault..."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, can see that. Good at playin' like an ass if ye'll show me who to fool into thinkin' I'm na worth fearin'."

[scurlock]

"You are a tricky sonuvabitch," Doc says, cheerfully. It's a compliment.

"Let me think on it a minute. Gotta watch folk, and hell, ain't like I'm in a hurry."

[will_scarlett]

"Nay, got whiskey to be drinkin'."

One of the women wonders over to them and gives a slow smile,

"You boys looking for company tonight?"

[scurlock]

"Might be, later on," he says, easily opening one arm to pull the woman closer to him, his hand resting on her waist. "Not quite sure 'bout that yet, though."

A pause.

"Buy you a drink, darlin'?"

[will_scarlett]

Will shifts his smile so he looks a bit younger and greener,

"Just got 'ere, ma'am, been travelin' from England. Goin' to be a cowboy."

[scurlock]

The woman is more interested in Will's exotic (!!) accent than Doc's offer of a drink, so she slides up beside him instead.

"That so?"

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, me friend 'ere's goin' to find me an outfit. Aye, Jo?"

His hand rest gently on the woman's hip and he nods to the bartender for another drink.

[scurlock]

"Lookin' to be line riders," he continues.

The woman gives them both an evaluating sort of look over, and accepts her drink when it's given, murmuring her thanks and flitting her eyelashes at Will with a smile. "Mmm, that's hard work."

Doc smiles. "Ain't 'fraid of hard work, now, what kind of cowboys would be be if we were?"

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, ma'am, done a lot work in Nottingham with me Da but just isna 'nough. Came out 'ere an goin' to get me some land."

Will reaches out to tuck some hair behind her ear,

"So tell me, what's best way to enjoy yerself in Liberty?"

[scurlock]

"Well, now that," she replies, trailing a fingertip along the center of his chest. "Is entirely up to you, of course. What's your name?"

She sips at her drink.

Doc just smiles at the two of them, knowing he won't let her go too far, and his eyes are focused on the room (and the men focused on them). A few are paying close attention.

[will_scarlett]

"I'm Will, ma'am."

Oh Will won't let her and he's quite aware of the eyes and thinks about Kate kissing him in Sherwood so he can blush properly. One of the men who's been gambling, drinking and losing calls out,

"Leave that greenhorn alone, Polly an come back o'er here."

[scurlock]

Doc just laughs.

"The lady can choose who she wants to be entertained by," he says. "Apparently y'weren't doin' a good enough job of it." He's teasing, of course. But it won't come across as such.

Polly smiles at her other 'gentleman' and winks. "There's plenty to go around, handsome, but this one," she purrs. "Is beatin' you, right now."

Who said whores just laid back and let the men do all the talkin'?

[will_scarlett]

Will gives one of his most foolish smiles and runs a hand through his hair,

"Guess must be me red 'air. Said all the ladies would love it, Jo. Forgive me, sir, but I'm na goin' to argue with the lady."

The gambler grumbles and stands up, wobbling slightly,

"Then you can deal with me, Mick."

[scurlock]

Doc lifts his drink to the man in a toast. "Ya'll have fun with that. Polly, darlin'," he beckons the woman over. "Come stand over here a bit, wouldn't be proper for y'to get that dress dirtied up when my friend here lies this sonuvabitch out cold."

Cocky? Oh yes. Doc's playing it up for show.

He's also well aware of each patron in that saloon. Who's watching them, who's not, who's law (nobody) and who's heeled (everybody) and who gives a damn (about sixty percent) about this situation at all.

[will_scarlett]

"Thank ye, Jo."

Will stands up and grins at the man, even putting up his dukes the way he saw Tom do it. So far its the most obvious way to start a fight he's seen.

The gambler comes over and looks him up and down, clearly considering his move as Will grins and punches him in the face.

[scurlock]

"Fellas!"

The bartender warns them, but Doc shakes his head. "He's alright, promise..."

Of course, shortly thereafter, the gambler's friends stand up, and Doc glances at the woman, then leans over and kisses her lightly on the cheek. "You might want to go join the fellow playing piano?"

It's an order, not a suggestion as Doc downs the rest of his whiskey, turning around at a hand on his shoulder to hit the owner of that hand in the gut.

And then all hell breaks loose, just as they'd planned!

[will_scarlett]

Will's having a very good time and holding his own quite well. In the midst of the fighting as the gambler tried to draw on him, he simply took the gun and laid the man out.

The gun's in his belt and the friends have gotten in a hit or two, creating a few cuts on his face and some bruises he'll feel later but not now.

[scurlock]

Doc's thrown a man over a table and taken a chair across the back, which causes him to hit the floor, but then sparring with Will comes in handy as he plants his hands on the ground and kicks the man's legs out from underneath him, causing him to fall.

As people start to argue with each other (the bartender is hollering at all of them to calm the fuck down and knock it off) Doc jumps up and grabs Will by the shirt.

"C'mon, don't wanna be here when the doorman starts shootin'."

[will_scarlett]

Will gives him a wild grin and spots a hole,

"This way."

Then he's gone, going so quick that the two men who were both trying to punch him, hit each other.

Sometimes being a good thief can be very useful since in a moment, they're outside and in the shadows between two buildings.

[scurlock]

That and the fact that ever saloon has a back door.

Doc's lucky, he didn't get hit in the face, there are a few spots on his ribs that might bug him a bit and he'll have a bruise on his back from the damn chair, but other than that he's just fine.

And laughing, quietly, because that was fun.

[will_scarlett]

Sparring with Atton means Will's good at dodging punches and chairs to the face but he did get slightly scraped.

Will just gives him a grin and pulls the gun from his belt and shows it to Doc,

"Did I steal a good one?"

[scurlock]

Doc reaches for the gun and looks it over, then nods. "Yeah, it ain't a .45. Looks to be a .44-40."

Off Will's look, he explains. "Bullets. They're just a hair smaller than the ones mine uses. We can go get you some, m'sure there's a general store open 'round here somewhere. You need a holster, too."

From fighting to shopping, apparently.

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, so bit smaller than the one ye use but should do the same sort o'damage?"

He wants to understand this since Doc's good at finding trouble and Will plans on being able to fight beside him here same as Doc's done for him.