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[ Jack was probably a little drunk, the cheap whiskey is burning in his throat and putting a heat into his stomach that makes him want to cause trouble. Or maybe it's the fact that Bells ditched him yet again, to do something off on his own. It wasn't fair, he was useful! He'd proven it time and time again by doing everything the bandit needed and more. And yet here he was, sitting at the bar surrounded by stinking ranchers and railroad workers while Bells did something interesting without him.

Another drink and Jack had lost enough of his judgement to start talking back when one of the ranchers got it in his head to pick on Jack. Ask him if he always bends for it or if he's ever had a proper lay with a woman and that whiskey heat in his stomach lights into a fire as he drawls nice and loud. ]

I wouldn't call it proper. I mean, your wife's been ridden by so many people I couldn't even feel the sides-

[ And the next thing Bells will hear is the sound of a bar fight starting. Bottles and glasses breaking and the sound of Jack yelping above it all. ]

Bells!

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[ He'd gone off to secure them some supplies that might have lasted them to the next town. Honestly, he doesn't have a clue if any of it's good or not; being in a hurry is never good for anything like that. But the thing that pisses him off the most happens to be turning around to a missing sidekick and a bar brawl that's got one unlucky idiot through a window and few others being tossed out the swinging doors. Bells sniffs, rubbing the back of his hand across his nose before angrily side-stepping them and marching in.

His hand is at his hip, resting on the butt of the pistol visibly tucked at his side. ]

What the fuck, Jack. I told you not to come in here.

[ It was their Golden Rule of the road: never wander into the bars or taverns without the other. It's a mess of rumors and men lurking in corners looking for their next meal ticket. Bells step forward and digs the heel of his boot into the side of some drunk on the floor to push him out of the way so there's nothing or no one between him and Jack now. He yanks him around by the collar, slamming his elbow into the guy trying to deck him. ] Let's go before the sheriff shows his face.

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[ The angry husband had gotten one good punch in before everything turned to chaos and Jack paid the price with a bloody nose. The moment he heard Bells pissed he grabbed his glass and tossed it back in one gulp. ]

Technically, you said to go away and let you do business.

[ But he obediently gets to his feet, a bit unsteady between the whiskey burning in his stomach and the punch to the face but still able to stand. He's still a bit petulant as he wipes away some blood with his sleeve. ]

I didn't do anything, they got no reason to arrest us. [ This time. ]