[It's about noon. John is in between jobs ("jobs" != "steady source of income"), and is headed East, towards Redrock City, at a rather leisurely pace.] [Along the way, he notices a rather idyllic village across a small stream. It's unusually peaceful, and probably a good place to stop for lunch.] [Session Start.] (food!) (Oh, who asked you. :P) * John rides up and thinks to himself *Wow, that villige sure is peaceful, and rather idyllic*. [John heads towards the peaceful, idyllic village. Suddenly, a gunshot rings out! Along with a lot of screaming. A villager stumbles out, screaming, "Help us! Bandits are destroying our village!"] [Also, Millie awakes from her nap at the inn. Poor girl.] (... Why, oh WHY did DW3 have to be brought up?!) (Because we're GMing. Now play along. :P) ( Victory: defeat the bandit leader. Defeat: all pesants are defeated. ^^ ) * Millie is sleeping like an angel...or was...well actually not. She was sleeping more like an angel if said angel had crashlanded from their happy cloud. As such she snorts as she gets up, her hat flopping into her face, her arms flailed out to the side as her vest is unruffled. * John looks at said villiager strangely. "Um... okay. Sure, I'll help ya out, just as long as I get some food when this is all over..." ["Sure! All the food you can eat! Just help us, please!"] * Millie looks at the ceiling. "Gah, I'm blin...no wait, jus' my hat." She picks it off her nose and puts it on her head. Good place for a hat that. * John sighs. "The things I do to eat..." He heads into town. (Millie: You notice lots of screaming and more fighting and it's just generally bad.) * Millie peeks up and tries to look out the window, if there is one. [Millie sees bandits! And villagers, but most of them are trying to hide before they get shot. Someone's yelling for the sheriff, but nothing's coming of it.] * Millie cups her hands over her mouth. "Ey! Wouldja try ta keep it down!? Some girls are tryin' ta get their beauty rest here!" (Actually, rides would be more appropriate, wouldn't it?) ( Nah. In DW3 the guy dismounts and walks in. ) (Right.) * Millie flops back down on the bed. "The nerve'a some people..." She pulls her hat back down over her face and sighs. [There's another gunshot, and one of the villagers screams in reply. Poor villager.] (But unlike DW3, mounted combat is a bit more, well... viable.) ( Unlike DW3, you got a gun c.c ) (That too.) (Go guns go!) (Actually, I have 2!) * Millie grumbles, not getting any sleep and grabs her stuff, slinging Greenpeace over her shoulder and adjusting herself to look more presentable. "Raight...guess I'd better see what this is all 'bout then." (Is Greenpeace your... gun?) (Yep ^_^) (Oh dear...) * Millie marches down the stairs. Inns always have stairs in RPGs right? [Not always, but they do in this case.] (They always do in western's too.) [As Millie gets out of the inn, she sees much of what she saw from the window, only closer! Go her. In addition, she notices a cowboy riding up on a hazelnut horse.] * Millie looks around for someone to explain to her just what the hell is going on. [Nobody seems interested in explaining, as that villager already talked to John.] * John looks around for said bandits... (Where's my radar?) [They're too busy running away. You could ask one of the rowdy bunch with the guns, thouhg.] * Millie looks for the closest person. "Scuse me...what's goin' on here? I'm tryin' ta sleep!" * Millie pouts and tries to look cute as she puts her hands firmly on her hips, just above the leather patches. [Like he cares. He runs away :P] * Millie mumbles. "Shoulda shot 'im while I had the chance." * John draws his pistols and starts the bandit campaign. * Millie cups her hand under her bangs and looks out to the weirdo on horseback and the rest of the even worse weirdos with guns. * John spins the gun on his right hand, then the one on his left. "Why do they always wanna do it the hard way?" [They seem intent on ignoring you. Must be the whole lootin' and pillagin' thing. Kind of like pirates, only they're not on water. One of the bandits does stick out, though: he must be their leader. Tough guy: black hair, brown eyes, wearing worn duds and a cowboy hat. He has an odd squint to his right eye, and is the only one on a horse, which probably means he's important.] [By the way, the horse is dark brown.] * Millie lifts her auburn bangs up a little more out of her eyes to see better, putting her hide-gloved hand just underneath the rim of a 5-gallon white cowboy hat, wrapped with a red ribbon above the brim. She's about average height, and looks pretty attractive with auburn hair tied (again with short red string) into two braided pigtails that stick to the side. (Millie's Pippi Longstocking Lite!) * Millie has piercing blue eyes and long lashes, but her complexion is pretty dark. She's wearing a tanned hide vest with white furry tassles around the edges, and underneath that, a ruffled white blouse with a purple neckbroach. There's a gap between her sleeves and the gloves, just small enough to expose more of her tanned skin. * Millie 's wearing dusty bluejeans on the bottom with leather patches at the hips and beige boots with more tassling. She also has strapped to her back a small bag and a forest-green painted rifle with some gold trimmings on it. (Phew ;_;) (And if that wasn't enough for ya: http://besm.sandwich.net/RSP/art/millie.jpg) * John eyes the 'head bandit.' John is riding a horse, hazelnut in color, and it appears to be groomed fairly well. John himself is dressed in typical cowboy fare, from the hat to the boots. He looks fairly attractive, but he doesn't seem to be affected at all by the huge amounts of dust flying in the air. (There's dust, right?) * Leader rides between the bandits, holding the reins of his horse with one hand and tapping a repeating rifle on his shoulder with the other. He casually glances left and right, and yells. "Where are ya, ya yellow-bellied sheriff? Too chicken to fight?" (What do you mean, fairly attractive? :P) (Okay, he's damn pretty.) (That's better.) (No! That's Millie! ;_;) ( As in not as attractive as the NPCs we'll introduce? :P ) [There's dust! But no tumbleweeds. ... Yet.] * Millie pouts again cutely and slaps her hands against her hippatches again, kicking up a bit of dust. "Great. Bandit ramba in my backyard and I forgot ta bring ma dance boots." * John chuckles. "I think the sheriff ran away a few hours ago. I guess you'll just have to deal with me." * Leader squints at John with his right eye. "Who're you? Just some kid." * Millie unslings Greenpeace and looks out at the weirdo on horseback. "Damned fool standin' up ta bandits too. Yesh. Heroes around so thick it's like a cattle drive..." * Millie calls out. "Oy! Ugly!" (John's horse can't even ride through normal troopers!) * John smiles again. "You're not even worth my time. Hey, I think the lady's callin' your name." * Leader turns his gaze to Millie. "What choo call me?" Of course, the fact that he responded to that must say something about him * Millie puts her hand in front of her mouth, tipping at the wrist and grinning wildly. "Well if the patch fits right? Should I call ya squinty instead?" What's the big idea wakin' a pretty young lady like maself from a good siesta? I think bumbstead fits better. * Leader glares at Millie for a second, then looks to the bandits flanking him. "Seems dem fools don't know who we are. Show 'em, boys." [Two of the bandits draw guns.] * Millie smirks a bit. "Raight. I'm damned irate right now, and m'lady Greenpeace is itchin'.." Ol' Millie Reinhart's gonna haveta teach y'all some manners. Oh sure, send the lackies. What's your name anyways? I don't like to shoot at people who I don't know the name of... makes the job messy for the undertaker. [The bandits snicker as they advance. "Oooh, we're so scared!"] * Millie sights down the barrel of Greenpeace, her cheek against the stock and her fingers quivering in her gloves. "Jus' try me." * John twirls the gun in his left hand. "Heh, you should be." [The bandits fire. They both miss :P] Geez. I could stand 'ere all day an' be the safest target 'round. "Quiet, you!" Tell me about it. So ya gonna all apologize for wakin' ol' Millie or what? Tell ya what. * John aims his gun at the thug's pistol-hand and takes a shot. 2d6-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for John (2d6-3) and gets 1. * Millie sighs heavily and lowers her barrel just slightly. "Damned trigger happy fool." [The thug grips his hand in grimaces in pain. The rest of the bandits look a little less confident.] * Millie raises the barrel again and points it at Squinty. "Go 'head. I'm listenin'. So is this here rifle." * Leader laughs. "Well, how 'bout that? Pretty boy's got some skill." So, are you gonna run home screamin' to your momma's now? Cuz' before ya do, I suggest ya apologize to tha lady. How 'bout this? We fight one on one, the old fashioned way. * Millie keeps her sights set. "Which one of us, toadstool?" [Anyone paying attention notices it's high noon now.] * John chuckles. "Your funeral. And who are you talkin' to?" Pretty boy, of course. Ain't got time for some freaky half-breed gal. Unless you'd rather I have my boys fill the both of ya full of holes. * Leader gestures to his men, but they don't seem pleased with that idea. * Millie blinks slightly, her expression confused at first, then turning clouded, then angry. "H..freaky ha-half-breed gal!??" * John puts his left hand to his head. "Ya really don't know how ta show your respect, do ya?" I should shoot ya right here right now jus' for even THINKIN' that! Come on! Ya too chicken ta take on Millie V., is that it? ... What'd you jus' say? Did I hear you call me a chicken? ME? I recon she called ya a whimp. Anybody who's ANYBODY know's the name Millie Reinhart! So you must not be nobody. She's reasonin' pretty good thar. * Leader lowers his rifle. "I'll show you what I think of no good Injuns like you!" ( Init rolls, I guess :P ) * Millie smirks slightly, her eyes twinkling with delight. "No good injun eh? Thought I was a half-breed. I went to full in jus' a second. I'm upgradin'" d6+6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for John (d6+6) and gets 11. d6+7 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Millie (d6+7) and gets 11. [John, then Millie, then the Leader] [John's turn!] ( Is just like MC :P ) (Imagine that!) * John fires the pistol in his left hand at goon2's weapon hand. 2d6-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for John (2d6-3) and gets 3. You can talk a pretty good fight, but you can't fight one... wait, you can't do either very well, can ya? [John shoots the other poor goon ;_;] [Millie's turn!] * Millie sights along the long barrel and squeezes the trigger, aimed still at the leader. 2d6-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Millie (2d6-3) and gets 2. * John shakes his head. "I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes Mr. Bumbstead. I don' think she takes prisoners." * Leader stares at Millie with all three of his eyes. Wait, that one in the center's not an eye, and it's leaking red stuff... Anyhow, he gurgles and falls off his horse. [The bandits stare openmouthed.] * Millie lowers the barrel and grins a bit. "Maybe I should have aimed for the hands but he pissed me off." [One says, "He's... dead." Then they panic and run!] Yeah, murder is such a messy thing. But I don' think this is murder... more like pest control. * Millie pushes down the barrel of her rifle and pulls out another bullet to slip inside. * John reloads each of his pistols and holsters them. * Millie sets the barrel back with a snap and reslings it, rubbing her hair out of her face. "Damned pussywimps. Sight of a li'l blood an' they go screamin'" * John sighs. "There's always more where they 'ame from." Wonder if there's a reward on Sliver-glare there. * Millie looks up. "A-yeah? An' what's the big idea gettin' involved in a callin' out like that?" * Millie tips back her hat, and looks John over. [Millie notices a rifle strapped to one side of John's horse.] * John smiles, his teeth glinting in the sunlight. "I gotta earn my meals somehow." * Millie stares...and stares...and her eyes narrow..and her cheeks puff out. * Millie STOMPS forward, kicking up dust, approaching John with an angry look. [John's teeth go *ting!* ... ok, not really :P] * John looks at Millie. "'re you okay miss?" (Obviously, Millie has a psychotic aversion to shiny teeth.) (She's just generally psychotic though) * Millie is still glaring at John, still looking him over...then looking to the side of John's horse... * John sighs. *Not again...* * Millie then looks back at John and gets up REAL close-like, trying to get within inches of his face, pointing her finger at his nose. "You!" Yes? Me? You've got a 270 Walchester 'peater on ya an' ya didn't even USE it! * Millie glares at him even more. "The nerve! The poor baby's cryin' out!" ... Right. So I have a rifle and I didn't use it? Is there something wrong there? * Millie sidles up close to the horse's side and hugs the barrel of John's rifle, stroking her cheek up and down against the barrel. "Oh now don'tchu worry now huney...Millie Reinhart's gonna take GOOOD care o' ya!" I'll take you away from the bad trigger happy pretty boy...don't you fret. * John backs his horse up. "If you wouldn't mind... I think ya're scarin' the locals... and me'n'azel too... * Millie hangs onto the rifle for a bit, then slowly, reluctantly lets go. "Yeah? So?" [Almost on cue, the locals start peeking out of their hiding spots. There's been no fire for some time, so maybe it's over!] * Millie stands up and looks John in the eyes, tipping her wrist in a lady-like fashion. "They should be honored ta be gazin' on someone like me.." * Millie fluffs out her hair ever so slightly. "Millie the bandit killer! That'll get my name spread 'round these parts!" (She's Lina Inverse, just with guns.) (And she doesn't overeat..and she's not flat chested ^_^) * John tips his hat up. You can see there's a small scar underneath his left eye, makin' him look even better. "Ya don' want your name spread 'roud... trust me." (Minor technicalities.) * Millie puffs out her cheeks very cutely again and gives John the Trembly Look #107 (TM). But...but... But? But that's what Millie Reinhart's done set her mind on! An' there ain't no changin' once Millie Reinhart's set her mind on somethin' * John shrugs "Suit your'elf." Yeah? I don't see YOU bein' proud o' yer name. * Millie turns to the side with a huff, whirling around in a flutter of pigtails, hands on her waist. * John GLARES at her. "No, I'm not." * Millie turns back and grins wildly. "Well what iiiis it?" [The villagers start gatherin' round, murmuring to themselves about what just happened. Over the murmur, you can hear a female voice demanding, "Move aside, move aside, let me through!"] * John tilts his hat back down. * Millie looks up slightly at the voice, looking confused. * John looks towards said voice. ( Oh John... you shouldn't have looked :P ) (My hat's down, what can go wrong?... oh dear...) ( This is gonna get fun, ain't it?) (Which one is it?) * Woman finally breaks her way through the villagers, huffing indignantly as she does so. She's rather pretty, with sandy brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Her dress is clean and pressed, and actually considerably nicer than the rest of the villagers' clothing, though nothing especially fancy. * Millie turns her nose aside a bit at the woman's fancy schmancy dress but tries not to look too rude. * Woman looks over both of you, her gaze settling on John. The annoyed look vanishes from her face as she does so, and she smiles. "So! You're the guy who took care of the bandits, huh?" * Millie blinks and looks at the woman. "Uh...no. *I'M* the GAL who took care o' those cruddy bandits!" Pretty boy was jus' a hapless bystandered. * Woman casts half a glance at Millie, then sniffs. "Sure." She continues waiting for John's answer. * John eyes Millie. "Really, we both took care of 'em." * Millie puffs out her cheek again. She's being ignored. She does NOT like being ignored! Although I wouldn't be surprised if either of us could 'andle all of 'em" . Scuse me, but who's bullet is that in that there leader...y'all didn't shoot worth beans.. * Woman cocks an eyebrow, but continues ignoring Millie. * Millie puffs out her cheeks even MORE. Evil stare, evil stare, burst into flames! Is that so? What's your name, cowboy? We've gotta know who to thank. * Woman does not burst into flames. ( ;_; ) ( Shoulda taken fire magic :P ) (See? HA.) (Yeah, but no fire around here, so she probably wouldn't have burst THAT way either ^_~) * John looks at the woman. "Really, she's the one you should be thanking." He motions to Millie. * Millie settles her stance a little at John's acknowledgement, but still gives the woman evil stares. * Woman looks at Millie again, this time a bit longer. Her eyes flick from John to Millie and back, and she frowns a bit. "Well, thanks to both of ya, then. Still need to know your names." * Millie lets out the breath she's been holding in her cheeks and gives out a happy smile. "Millie. Millie Victoria Reinhart. Best riflewoman this side o' the Salamanders." * John sighs. "John. Just John." Just John. That's an interestin' first name, Just. And no, my last name isn't John. John is my first name. I like Just better. Can I call ya Just? * Millie grins up at Just...I mean John. * John raises an eyebrow. "I'm not promisin' to respond to it." * Woman raises the other eyebrow at Millie's statement, then grins. "Well, Just John, we're gonna have a celebration in your honor." She pauses, then looks over at Millie. "Oh, you too." * Millie lets out a little grin, ignoring the tactless woman and tipping her fingers downward at her chin. "Fair 'nuff, pretty boy." * John puts his hand to his head. "A celebration isn't warrented. I just want some food so I can be on my way." A celebration is most CERTAINLY warrented! Come along nicelike, Johnny boy. Be a good hospitable guest now, ya hear? * John looks at Millie. " * Millie holds out her wrist delicately to John up on the horse. "After all, a pretty gal as mahself needs an escort, right?" There's no way for me to get out of this, is there? * Woman scowls at that, but says nothing. She is glaring at Millie and hoping she bursts into flames, though. * Millie grin widens. "Not hardly, hun. Now come along nicely." * John crosses the fingers on his right hand. * Millie shakes her wrist, to note that it's still there and stuff. (Millie's wrist disappears! Not really.) * John sighs and dismounts. Note he doesn't take Millie's hand. * Millie puffs out her cheeks again, but doesn't look as mad in the eyes as she did at the evil tactless woman behind her...at least she might still be behind her. Millie forgot she existed. * John holds out his hand for a handshake to Millie. "I hope you get the recoginition you want." * Millie flashes a wide grin and grasps the hand firmly, shaking it HARD. "There's no hope about it. How could ya not like me?" * John smiles, his pearly-whites showin'. "Gee, I wonder." * Woman huffs. "Well. I'll go make preperations." She glares at the other villagers, and they have the sense to scatter as she storms off. Wonder what kinda celebration's comin' up... ( Ritual sacrifice. ) Hope it's somethin' nice an' gummy an' spicy...none o' that slot eyed crap. I dunno, but findin' out's not on my list of priorities. [Millie and John spend time dawdling around town while the preperations are made, and before long, they're notified to go to a field (there's lots of those) with tables set up and food. Lots of food. The entire village must be there, and they hush as you walk on in.] [The woman from earlier is there, in one of her nicer dresses. She was talking to what's probably the mayor when you guys walk in: he's a little pudgy and balding. She smiles at John, then glares evil death at Millie.] * Millie waltzes in all lady-like and proper and tips her hat. Her lips are spread into a big grin. * Millie grins wider at the woman and tips her hat deeper. * Woman stops with the glare and smiles. Hard. It's probably a good thing she doesn't have a gun. * John keeps his hat on, and pistols at his side. He doesn't look any different from before, but it's hard to improve on perfection. ^^ * Leader is now known as Mayor (Ack! The Mayor's Squinty! Run away!) (Oh lord, it's so hard to be humble when I'm perfect in every way o/~) (You know it sista!) * John walks in just a little behind Mille. * Mayor looks over and at the group and smiles. "Ah! Here's our heroes now." He holds out his hand to shake. * Millie tips her hat with her glove and flicks her fingers down. "HeroINE that is. But I'll take that as a compliment." * Millie shakes the hand with obvious flair and grace. Oh yes, yes. Of course. My apologies. Well, I must thank you both very much. Please, enjoy yourselves while you stay in our fair town. * John firmly shakes the Mayor's hand after Millie's done. He then tips his hat. "Glad I could help." * Millie smiles brightly. "Yep. Ol' Millie V. done take care o' those bandits. My sidekick Just here helped."" * John eyes at Millie. "You know no one believes you, so give it a rest." * Millie pouts. "But...but I shot the leader! You jus' got one o' the goons!" Yes, well... I'm afraid we can't offer you much more of a reward than this feast. Budget is tight, you know. * John nods. "I understand." * Millie throws her fists down in a small fit. Eh...I don't really want a reward...jus' glad ta help. Yes, well... Ya know Millie, I didn't shoot the leader out of respect. Ya deserved first shot after what he said. * Millie puffs out her cheeks and GLARES at John, speaking slow and casually. "You're...tellin' me....you GAVE me the leader...?" YOU'RE the one that interfered with me duelin' in the FIRST place! I wanted ta take him out one by one after what he said! * Mayor looks back and forth. * Millie shakes her index finger an inch from John's nose. Dontchu pull that "I GAVE you the leader" crap..it's not gonna work with ol' Millie. I can best you in a shot any day. * Woman watches. * John shrugs, unphased by her finger. "It seems to be workin' pretty well. Anyways, you got the shot ya wanted, so what are ya complainin'bout?" * Mayor clears his throat. "Ahem!" * Millie turns to the mayor and GLARES. "YOU stay outta this!" * John turns his attention to the Mayor. "Do you have something to say?" My apologies. There IS something I can oh well in that case I'll be over here. * Mayor turns and walks quickly away. c.c * Woman growls, but storms after the mayor. * Millie goes back to glaring at John. "I don't need some trigger happy pretty boy givin' me shots at someone I can handle myself.." * John turns back to Millie. "Would you rather have had me shot him on sight? " Woulda saved me th' trouble of havin' ta listen ta 'im. I coulda slept in. * Millie huffs and turns her head in a dramatic manner, then storms off towards the mayor, hiking up her..well she has nothing to hike up but she does it anyway. * John shrugs. * John sighs and walks in the direction the other three important/semi-important people went. You had somethin' ta say, your mayorship? Sorry 'bout Just over there. He's jus' an idiot. * Mayor turns around. "Oh, quite all right. It's not like I haven't seen young couples argue before." * Woman fumes. Quietly. Better watch what you eat, Millie. * Millie puffs out her cheeks again, almost steaming, but half red with embarrassment. "C...Couples??" There's no way, no how, no sir, I'm couplin' with HIM * John approaches. "Sir, I believe you are mistaken. I'm not with anyone at the moment, no matter WHO you happen to ask." Oh? But... Well, nevermind it. * Woman blinks at that, then calms down a bit. * Millie gazes at the mayor, speaking with just an undertone of menace but trying to make it sound happylike. "There's no buts, right Mayor?" Oh, yes, yes, of course. * Millie smiles brightly and claps her hands together, intertwining her fingers. "Good..good. Now what did you want to talk about?" Well, as I've said, I can't spare a reward for you. However, I HAVE heard a rumor about a very high-paying job in Redrock City. * John raises his right eyebrow. "A 'job'? What're the qualifications?" * Millie raises a delicate eyebrow, and curves her hand at her mouth in thought, one hand on her hip which she shifts. "Redrock City eh? Salamander town?" I'm afraid I don't rightly know. From what I understand, the job is being offered by the Science Academy there. A lot of baffoonery if you ask me, but... * Millie 's slowly giving this some thought, twiddling her fingers back and forth as she thinks aloud. "Redrock..redrock...anybody who's anybody's started makin' their name in Redrock..." * John hmms. "A great place to get yourself lost in too..." Wonder if Millie V. Reinhart needs ta start in Redrock too... * Mayor gets back on topic. "Anyhow, the job is supposed to be rather high- paying, and whatever it is, I'm sure that between the two of you, you'd be quite capable." * Millie shifts the wait of her hips, still thinking, resting her elbow across a lateral hand. "High payin'? High risk too, right?" That, I'm not sure of. In my line of business, tends to be. * Millie grins and leans towards the mayor, again her face looking all nicelike but her voice with a hint of underlying menace. "You wouldn't happen ta be LYIN' ta ol' Millie Reinhart, wouldja?" * Mayor blinks twice. "Why would I do such a thing?" I dunno. I've been lied to 'nuff times I'm suspicious of everyone. I admit, it IS just a rumor I heard from some passing merchants... * Millie stands back up and rubs her chin. "Well rumors gots ta start somewheres..." * John smiles. "Proof that goods aren't the only things merchants bring." But Redrock City isn't terribly far from here. Why not look into it if you're headed that way? How far is "not far?" There's no train station in this dusty ol' town I 'magine? * John eyes the Mayor. "I'll consider it." [It's a three hour trip on horseback. If you're walking, you might have trouble making it there by the end of the day, but it isn't that terribly far.] * Millie looks at the mayor again. "So no trains?" * Mayor basically repeats that and adds. "And no, there's no train from here, I'm afraid." We're a small town. We can't afford a station. Great...guess mah boots are gettin' dusty 'gain. Daddy really SHOULDA gave me that horse. * John chuckles as his stoumach complains. "Are we gonna eat today, or are we standin' around 'cuz we like it?" But ya gave a better reward than ya seemed ta think. Thanks kindly, your mayorship. Oh, it's my pleasure. * Millie tips her hat a bit. "You do whatcha want. I've got a long walk ta Redrock City 'heada me. * John looks at her... "Ah what the hell, ya need a ride?" * Millie blinks slightly at John and looks a bit flustered, then smiles. "Well well. Ya really ARE a gentleman afterall, helpin' poor beautiful gals in distress." * Woman glares evil death... at John this time. * John doesn't seem to notice. Gotta love cluelessness. I'd be more than pleased for the offer, Ju...well, John. Guess I can call ya that now. * Millie holds out her hand again from her wrist tip position and grins up at him. "Put 'er there." * John smiles. "I try to be nice... I hope Hazel likes ya though, she's a bit tepramental." * John puts it there. I get along pretty good with horses, I do believe. ( No, not there. THERE! ) (Ssshhh!!) * Millie gives a more gentler, more ladylike shake this time, though it's still pretty firm. And coarse because of the gloves. Jus' don't "give" me any more shots. I take my own shots, 'kay? * John smiles back. "If ya say so, but don't blame me when you don't have any shots." [And so, a possibly-beautiful friendship was formed, and nobody was poisoned during the meal. Honest.] [Session End.]