⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ your 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 fuels me. ⠀⠀ your 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 will be a 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮. ⠀⠀ my 𝑾𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑯 will burn 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹. ⠀⠀

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pickin' dirt from under her nails with a blade .

boots are swung up to land on the table , ankles criss crossing as the queen herself makes her presence know and places herself into a chair opposing cassidy . `` what's 'ith the glum face , cowboy ? ``

a disdainful sniff , pierced brow raising . `` who said i cared 'bout ya ? i'm here for the liquor , nothin' else . `` gripping the offered drink , and taking a swig directly from the bottle . `` now THAT . . is whiskey . `` planting the bottle back down on the table .

a snort , both brows raising at the statement . `` didn't say it was the best i've ever tasted . there's a guy i know - best whiskey 've had . but * this . . 't's enough to satisfy . `` broad smirk .

another snort , taking another swig of whatever was in her flask . `` secretive guy . had to bargain an arm 'n a leg to get a steady supply . `` flask is tucked back away , and knife emerges - idle flipping ensuing .

the queen lets out a laugh - before a different flask , marked with a golden skull , is tossed at the cowboy . `` just 'cause i like ya . don't drink it all , or 'll have your head . ``

a chuckle , smirking as she takes her own swig of the liquid gold . `` dunno . one of his policies is not t' ask questions 'bout how he makes the stuff . all i know is that it tastes like the sun in a bottle , and burns like hellfire . therefore , good liquor . ``

did the . . did the big metal bloke turn human ?

but - wha - ?? ya know what . i ain't gonna question it . me mind hurts enough listenin' to the angel explaining how she brings people back .

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