ooc: Yeesh, I'm bad with this one, sorry!
IC: "Miss Mundee, you're a real fast learner. I'd hate to be at the business end of a revolver in your hands."
Caroline laughed, "You think so huh? Maybe I should look inta buying one of those big army cannons? Now that would be amazing." Of course she was not serious.
They'd done enough shooting for a first session, both agreed it was time to head back into town then. Caroline had enjoyed it immensely but she also realized knowing how to use a gun was for serious reasons. Someday she might have to use it for real.
As they started back, Brendan said, "You wanna stop at the cafe or have Messalina rustle up somethin' for us? I need some food before I work off my debt to you."
"I could eat somethin', sure. Shootin' cans is hard work. Which one we go doesn't matter to me. But I might point out if we go to the diner, don't forget Clara is there and we both know she doesn't like you much at all. You decide."
At the mention of Clara, Brendan's face contorted as though he'd taken a bite of a sour apple. He walked along in silence for a minute. "Well...y'know, part of me wants to go anyway just to get her dander up. But she always gets the last word somehow and I don't feel like losin' to someone else today. Let's go back to the saloon."
He turned to grin at Caroline. "Besides, we can't get drinks at the cafe. That alone oughtta make up my mind, and yours too."
He knew Caroline didn't drink much on the job, but when she wasn't working, that was a different story.
Caroline reminded him of the man's touchy relationship (to say the least) with prickly Mrs. Lutz, though actually she sympathized with Clara on that one. It had not been Brendan's best moment. But, the saloon girl truely believed Brendan was a better person now. And she considered herself a good judge of men.
At the mention of Clara, Brendan's face contorted as though he'd taken a bite of a sour apple. He walked along in silence for a minute. "Well...y'know, part of me wants to go anyway just to get her dander up. But she always gets the last word somehow and I don't feel like losin' to someone else today. Let's go back to the saloon."
"Yeah, we wimmen sure get the best of you a lot don't we," Caroline poked him as she teased. She liked zinging him, it was entertaining. And he was always a good sport about it.
He turned to grin at Caroline. "Besides, we can't get drinks at the cafe. That alone oughtta make up my mind, and yours too."
"Sure hon, yer the boss!" she nodded then added, "Or least you like to think so, poor soul." And followed that up with a laugh.