howdy cowboy (tomxtord Saloonatics AU)

stone inn

3rd POV

The moon was singing in the sky and the stars shimmerd and coverd the plato of the wester dessert.
Hardy laughs could be herd from the rundown building like a wolves howl.
Inside the sherrif and bandit lay on the clean floor  both their shirts off due to the intence heat and the fact both had a bit of a buzz. A half empty bottle of gin sat between them a bit of the substance stained the floor. The sherrif tried to hide his smile with his hand whail the red faced bandit laughed so hard no sound came out on his side "stop it's not like I ment to do that" the sherrif laughed eventually the bandit calmed to a small chucked occationly. The sherrif sat up slowly struggling a bit "you even got a place to sleep?" His gruff voice was amplified by the wooden floors
The bandit shook his head "yessir I was thinking about staying at that inn where I first saw ya' " the bandit pointed at the door. The sheriff nodded his head and bit his lower lip a bit "well wacth the head Mistress she'll hit you faster than a bullet if you go on disrespecting her folks" the tired bandit chuckled and closed his eyes a bit, a sort of sad longing look crossed the sherrifs face
As the bit the inside of his cheek. He shook his head a little one could say you could see the battel he was fighting in his eyes his cold dead eyes. The sherrif stood up finshing off the gin and grabbed his shirt "might want to go on now before she goes to sleep and you don't got nowhere to sleep" the bandit opend his silver eyes  and looked at the sherrif as he lmberd out the door and around the corner into the soundless night.

The bandit woak to a loud knock on the fradgal door. He shot up and looked around. His body clung to the same slight buzz from the night before, he remembers renting a room for the week until the bars rooms where fixed up "dammit get up!" A voice sounded from the other side of the door "sherrif?" The bandit stood up only whearing only his underwear he flung the door open and meet the sherrifs soft gaze "we gotta work on the bar" he said avoiding eye contact with the bandit instead he displaced nervous behaviors outside the door as the bandit scurried to get ready.

They where soon walking down the busteling main Street that lead directly to the bar. The bandit couldn't help but notice the strange glances the tows folk have and the nasty remarks all gave. Women giggled and whispered whail the men snarled and spit on the sherrifs shoes one man even grabbed the sherrifs coat only to end up in a cell and a possible sprained wrist. "I'm sherrif?" The bandit Said once they entered the dark and quiet bar "what" the sherrifs words had a tiny of poison "what's wrong with the people" while the bandit loved ruffing up cops and going agents athoratative figures what he had just witnessed was something new "I'll tell you what's wrong" a female voice comeing from the opening door. "Old Tommie boy here if sick as a dog" she grabbed his coat and pulled herself closer to his face. The bandit looked worried whail the sherrif carried an outraged look "bell I ain't sick no more! Preacher man said I was fixed!" He pushed her off "if you where fixed you wold be all over me just like every other man in this godforsaken shit hole" she grabbed his chin and pulled his stone face into a kiss "let me know when you stop acting so crazy dipshit" she giggled and walked back out leaving the bandit in red confused and a little scared "what's her deal" the bandit said holding his broom tight "aint' nothin' wrong she's just crazy" the sherrif grabbed a broom and swept the floor with a strange look on his face for the rest of the day

Hope you like it b/c I have no real talent