Steve McRoy's Wild West

Newcomers Rest and A Night Out to Hunt

Steve then tilts his head as he cleans the glasses, and he hums softly. "For drinks, we have different kinds of alcohol, juices, fresh milk and water. So, take your pick."

Paris gently tugs Oscar over to the counter to have a seat, listening to him mumble to her as she looks to Steve. "I'll take some apple juice if you have any. Oscar would like some milk. And he did say please." She chuckles as Oscar tips his hat over his eyes, grumbling.

"Heh. And that does sound like a good place to leave our horses. Don't want anything bad happening to them." She sighs a bit as she casually glances around. She had a slight sad expression on her face as she saw just how busy the place was and how everyone looked happy. Oscar notices this and gently nudges her, making her look over at him. She smiles as he gently flicks at her cheek, making her swat his hand away.

"So, take it you own this place, right?"

Steve chuckles at that and nods his head as he fills one glass with apple juice and the other glass with milk, handing them to their designated drinker. "Why yes I do, I am also the sheriff of this town and occasional mayor when it comes up, which isn't that often surprising enough."

He shrugs his shoulders and wipes where the drinks sat on the counter as he then tilts his head. "But why do you ask that?"

Paris and Oscar take a drink of their desired drink. Oscar cracks a smile as he seems to hum deeply, leaning on the counter for a moment. Paris smiles at the sweetness of the apple juice, licking her lips for a moment. "I sensed a slight tenseness when we entered. From you mostly. Don't think I didn't catch you reaching down for something."

She tilts her head back at him. She wasn't gonna tell him exactly what he was going for. That would cause more questions and right now, she didn't need anyone questioning her nature. And from the outburst of being called a witch, she needed to keep that speculation away from her.

Steve freezes for a second, then sighs softly as he nods his head slowly, while he places his hands on the counter and he looks at the two of them deeply and intensely, his eyes looking fierce. "To be honest, I was reaching for my revolver, just in case you two started something." He leans back and blinks quickly, his eyes going back to normal, and he smiles softly. "Though I can tell that you two don't mean any harm to this town."

The bartender then tips his hat toward them and grins as he places a hand on his hips, "So as the mayor of the small town, I welcome you both, to your new home!" He gestures around him, and his grin turns to a wide and warm smile, his eyes shining with kindness.

Paris and Oscar stare at him as his eyes change. They didn't show any reaction to it, especially when he said he was reaching for his revolver. They decided not to tell him nothing would have happened if he tried to use it on them though. Paris then smiles at his warm welcome as Oscar finishes his milk, clearing his throat.

"May...I have another glass...?" His voice was deep and a little raspy, almost as if he didn't speak much at all. "I'll pay for it."

"Hehe. Excuse my brother. He doesn't talk much. Only to me, really." Paris finishes her drink, fixing her head for a moment.

Steve nods his head as he pours Oscar another glass of milk as he smiles at Paris softly. "That is fine, my friend here, Richard, his dame mostly talks to him and me. I wouldn't be surprised if Oscar only talked by saying one word."

He chuckles as he then gets a pitcher of apple juice and offers it. "Would you like a refill, miss? And for you, sir, that will be three dollars."

Oscar reaches into his pocket, pulls out some bills and hands him 4 of them, putting the rest back. Paris shakes her head as she smiles. "No thank you. I'm good." She smiles as she takes another look around. She then gets up and stretches. "If it's not too far, you said you had rooms for us to use? I'm kinda tired."