“I’ll leave when I’m damn good and ready,” the man said with his speech slightly slurred. “Whoever he is can go sit elsewhere!”
The Angel paused, frowning as he looked down the line of patrons who were belly up against the bar. They all cleared out so fast that the stools were knocked down in their wake.
“You all get your asses back here and pick these up! You’re not making the barmaid’s lives any fucking easier by running outta here like a fucking dust devil,” he hollered at them before they could reach the door. They all skidded to a halt and meekly turned back in place to tidy up before making their hasty retreat under his hard gaze.
Now the drunk patron turned as he realized who was behind me. “A-A-Angel! I did-didn’t know you’s was back in town!” he stammered with a hiccup.
“Now you know, and I think that you’ve had enough to drink this evening,” the Angel told him.
“Yassir! You are right, sir!” The drunk tripped over in the legs of the barstool, crashing to the ground. He got up, righted the stool, dusted it off, and made tracks out of the saloon.
“You know,” the barmaid admonished him from behind him, “You drive off good business when you do that... bad mood or not.”
“So, fucking sue me, Adeline,” he said, cordially tipping his hat to the redheaded barmaid before setting it on the bar. “The usual, if you please?”
Adeline McKibben shook her head as she turned in place, grabbing a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey. She placed them both down in front of him, pouring him a quick drink.
“You should go easy on Old Willie there,” she told him, crossing her arms and glaring at him as she leaned against the bar. “He just gave me a tidbit that the town council up in Delmar is selling out to the Gatlings to fuel their airships. You might be able to get up there before the gang comes down from Yellowstone.”
“Huh…,” the Angel grunted as he downed his drink, savoring the fire that dropped to his belly. “Might have to deal with them later since the snows are coming early this year in Yellowstone. They’re not gonna fly those dilapidated airships of theirs anytime soon, and I have a lot on my plate at the moment.”
“Oh? Like what?’ Adeline asked with an arched eyebrow.
He smiled at her. “Like you.” He held out his gloved hand to her. “If you’re ready for the second part of my usual, that is?”
She gave him an incredulous smile as she shook her head. “As always, I’m yours for the evening to do with as you please.”
“And please you I do,” the Angel said as she came around the bar. He hooked her neck with his hand over the back of her iSlave iron collar and pulled her into a passionate kiss before leading her by the hand up the nearby staircase and into his room where he proceeded to give her one mind blowing orgasm after another until they both passed out asleep from exhaustion.
The End
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