Rain of Bullets And Petals

The meeting

Rosy P.O.V.

"So uh, Why are we here again?" The blonde lady spoke up as the two women walked through the lounge of the popular and elegant Reverie.

"You'll learn soon enough. It relates to our mission at Penacony and, more importantly, to our dear Emanator." Black Swan's steady voice quickly followed my question, causing my eyes to widen.

"Acheron?!" At my exclamation, Black Swan quickly shushed me, glancing over in front of her to something I couldn't see.

"Hush now, Our dearest cowboy is just ahead, try to make a good impression, will you?"

Once her words met my ears, she took a step to the side, no longer obscuring my vision. However, at this new revelation, I quickly gasped, my face flushing.

"..Y-You expect me to.."

I was speechless. Normally, I wasn't one to be like this but.. He was good looking. And by good looking, I meant Good looking.

"...Black Swan, I cannot." My refusal came quick, my eyes unable to leave this man. He was.. undescribable.

Her eyes quickly scanned over me, immediately sensing the issue.

"..A crush, hm? How interesting.. However, you don't have much of a choice." Her words cut off my thoughts as my eyes shoot to hers.

"..NOT A crush! J-Just.. I'm sure you can see the issue?!" My words of denial came soon after, although we both knew better.

"Relax, it will be alright. Just play your cards right and you may find yourself to have a greater chance than you perceived."

"That's the issue, I NEVER get good cards, a-and then I bluff, and suffer the consequences of my bluff!" I spoke quickly, watching as she turned her back towards me.

"I'm sure he'll like you plenty, then~ Follow me." Her words rung in my ears, on replay before they finally clicked.

Rushing off behind her, I take a few deep breaths, luckily able to subdue my blush for the moment.

I pray this goes well..

Suddenly, his eyes shift to us, taking in our looks. This was intimidating and embarrassing..

"Why, hello Boothill, I'm happy to put a name to the face. I am Black Swan, the woman you spoke with on the phone, and the Memokeeper." Black Swan quickly took control of the conversation, much to my relief, and started off with some light small talk.

So his name is Boothill.. Good to know.

"Now now, no need for formalities. I know darn well who ya' are. Ain't hard to tell." He paused, his eyes flicking over to me, "However, who's this pretty little thing? I don't remember a third on our call."

Oh aeons, he was talking about me.

"Oh, I'm Rosy! I'm apart of the Nameless.." Awkwardly, I stuck my hand out for him to shake, much to his amusement. His smirk seemed ever more visible..

"And little? I'm not that small.. nor am I that young.." I spoke up regarding his remark. Did he genuinely think I was some young kid?

"You're quite a bit smaller than me, yeah? Plus," With his grip on my hand, he pulled my closer, his voice lowering an octave. "Most ladies would jump at the chance to be something akin to my baby girl~"

...What?

Did he hear me? Oh no, this is no good.

A blush quickly formed on my face as I let go of his hand. His eyes suddenly seemed to hard to meet..

"Haha, how.. funny. You're quite the tease, aren't you?" I tried to quell how awkward I felt with a laugh, but it sounded a lot more shaky than I had hoped.

"If you two are done with introductions, shall we get moving? We've plenty to talk about." Black Swan was luckily at my rescue, beckoning us to follow her as I quickly turned on my heel and followed close behind her.

This guy would be the death of me.

"Tsk, not even a please? Were ya raised in a barn?" His mumbled met my ear as he followed close behind, tipping his hat down as he walked.

"Golden Hour.. I can't lie when I say that Penacony knew what they were doing when they chose to make this place~ It truly has no lack of attractions." Black Swan mused as she walked, taking in the sights as our little stroll led us to a fairly fancy restaurant.

"..Looks expensive." I remarked, looking ahead at the restaurant. "Did you really reserve this?"

I was more impressed than anything, but those with happy stomachs are more likely to be happy, and happy people talk..

"Now we're talkin'! Haha, you sure know where to go, hm? Don't you agree, sugar?" Wrapping his arm around me, Boothill's chuckle caught me off of my guard as I stumbled.

"S-Sugar? Y-Yeah sure, haha.." My blush would never leave, would it?

Black Swan quickly got us our reservd table as we were escorted around the restaurant, eventually landing on the second floor in a secluded area.

"Order what you like, I have plenty of funds." Black Swan was quick to offer, mainly to Boothill but also referring to me. Immediately, he orders himself a coke while I get myself a glass of water, too embarrassed to feel comfortable to get my usual choice.

Black Swan got herself a glass of red wine, which was very fitting.

"So, Boothill.. About the emanator." She didn't hesitate a bit as she spoke, clearly not wasting time.

I could see his expression drop immediately, and he seemed a lot angrier.

"Oh yeah, that darned Emanator.. When I figure out where she is, She betta get her forehead nice and clean for me!" His southern accent got heavier as he pulled his gun out of his holster and spun the rounds, making a satisfying clicking sound.

"That sweetie betta prepare for what's comin'!" He paused, seeming annoyed all of a sudden.

"Ugh, my darn synesthesia beacon is all mess up, so now I'm stuck talkin' like this. I can't even say toy anymore!" He gestured to his gun, his lips conveying something completely different than his actions.

"This is a load of bullpoop. Bullpoop!? Seriously!?" He was increasingly angered at his tampered-with synesthesia beacon, but took a deep breath, hiding his face in his cowboy hat.

Once he was calm, he faced us again, speaking at a normal tone.

"Sorry ladies, I'm not typically like that. Just.. that EMANATOR really ticks me off.." Leaning his arm on the table, he took his hat off, setting it in his lap.

Why was his accent so appealing? I should go see a doctor..

"So, whaddya even want to know about her?" His voice cut through my thoughts, and my eyes met him.

"Well, knowing your relationship with her is a good start?" I spoke up unsurely, glancing over at Black Swan as the waiter brought our drinks.