Just some random one-shots of a fandom people don't even know about.
Filled with random One-Shots and short mini series.
*Reader Insert Friendly (M/GN/F)
*Rating: Mild to Diablo
*Slow to Update
*Requests: OPEN (Just Slow-Read First Page Rules)
💮7/1...
The sound of a gun firing had you jumping out of your skin, turning around to see the people nearly at the center of the room. The tall man in black lowered himself back into his seat, no doubt he was the one who did it. You felt pity for whichever poor bastard gained that man's wraith.
"I came as fast as I could! What happen?!" Came the panicked voice of the saloon owner, he held a small crate of bottles as he looked around with worried eyes.
"I think one of your patrons just got murdered." It sounded like a question, as if you were unsure of yourself. A disappointed sigh left the plump man's lips, with a shake of his head, the man sat the crate upon the clean counter surface.
"I was hoping we would have a good day. Don't pay no mind to the stupidity going on in the back." Mr. Simpson gestured one of the nearby girls to clean the mess up that had been left behind.
"Is this it?" You asked with a quick point at the crate, the barkeep nodded with a smile. "How much?" You lifted the small faded yellow coin purse, it clicked open.
"Two bits for a gallon, Dear." You looked to the crate, it appeared to hold four gallons all together and remembering your Ma never mentioned how many she wanted. Your [EYE COLOR] orbs locked into the older man,
"And how many does my Ma usually get? I don't think she ever told me." Mr. Simpson looked away in thought, it honestly deepens how that woman was feeling.
"I am sure that woman gets two." You nod, fingers digging through dollars and coins but had been stopped by a large hand overlapping your own. Confusion evident in your face, Mr. Simpson shook his head. "Now, now. Don't ya be paying me extra- Just toss me the coins and I'll have your mother pay for the other."
On the inside; You cringed. Knowing he was most likely talking about sexual favors regarding your Ma. But on the outside; You simply nod with a,
"Sure thing! I'll let Ma know when I see her." The barkeep smiled, patted your hand before letting you receive the proper change. Sliding a jug your way once it had been paid for, "Thank you kindly, Mr. Simpson! See you around." You waved goodbye to the man, slipping outside into the fresh air. Nearly forgetting about the clean smell... Well minus the scent of horse manure, the stables located within the town's border. Thinking of the stable, you swore you've spotted something white. It made you feel a little uneasy, trying to convince your brain that could've been a horse.
