* John smirks at Millie once they're a good distance away. "Nice trick to get them off your back." * Millie pushes her way out of the tavern and lets go, putting her fist on her hips, puffing out her cheek. "The NERVE! Why in Sam's Hell are we even botherin' with her anyhow?" Huh? Get who offa who's back? * Millie blinks and calms down a little. Relax. The guys back there who were *clears his throat* admiring your figure. They... * Millie blinks, then looks angry, rolling back her glove a bit. "They WHAT?!?" Like I said, relax. Do ya want ta look like Sakura back there? Ain't no stalker prissy boys gonna oogle Millie Reinhart without her permission, noooo sir... * John smiles. *ting!* "There's always a way to get them back." * Millie looks at John then back at the tavern, then at John and deflates. "She's an idiot. Why IS she with us anyways?" We're losin' ground. If she don't want our help, why don't we get outta here? * John nods. "I'm thinkin' that too." How DO ya get ta know all these girls anyhow, Pretty Boy? Still... I really don't know. It just *happens*. I do feel kinda upset about killin' her men, though. Yeah...well, what do ya expect? Ya look like bandits, ya act like bandits, ya get treated like one. * John smirks. "True enough... I really don't wanna go back to Garson, though." * Millie sighs and rubs the back of her head. "But what I really..." She blinks and looks at John. "Eh? BACK ta Garson??" * John winks at Millie. "Where did ya think I was from?" It's just a farmin' town ain't it? What were ya doin' there? Uh... I was born there? * Millie stares at John, then her cheeks puff a little as her face cracks. Then she bursts into laughter. "Big bad Johnny's a FARM BOY?!?" * Millie steps away demurely and smirks over her shoulder. "Oh this is JUST perfect..." * John chuckles. "Ya bet yer boots ah am." I can't wait ta see ya in overalls an' a wheat grain in yer mouth. * Millie tilts her fingers back towards her mouth and nibbles on them slightly, smirking and crossing her legs. "It's such a pretty picture, Justy. It really is." * John smiles back. "That's no more, though. Haven't been there in at least two years. * Millie loses the composure and runs her fingers through her hair, frowning a bit. "Bad memories huh?" * John sighs. "My parents were killed and I was framed there. What do you think?" Yeah...but...if we go there....maybe we'll find a way ta track down Will while we're at it? Think we can do that without gettin' me shot? We got Tairan in Hoshimoto territory without him gettin' killed, didn't we? * John nods. "Still..." He chuckles and smiles... sheepishly? "Can't blame me for bein' nervous about this, can ya?" Look, if ya don't wanna go, we don't hafta. I mean, we still gotta find this pretty boy samurai too. But all I'm sayin' is...if we go, I got yer back. * Millie looks up calmly and cracks a slight grin. * John gulps and grins back. "And remember. No shootin' at the back if I run. Only the legs." He winks back to her. * Millie chuckles and grins wider, thrusting out her hand. "Ya DO realize that Running Cloud's village is probably on the way ta Garson. She's gotta be worried 'bout ya." * John takes her hand and shakes. "Remember. Duty before anythin' else. Well, almost anythin'." * Millie shakes his hand and puts her hand on top of the shake, smiling warmly. "Gotcha. And...I hate ta admit it. But ya really ARE a good shot." Show me the rifle sometime, 'kay? I'll give ya some pointers. * John nods and smiles back. "Same to you with some six-shooters. I'm glad you're on mah side." * Millie heads back into the saloon, slowly pushing back the swinging doors. * John walks in right behind her, pushing more on the other swining door.