[Definitely lounging in one of the circular booth-type chairs. He'd been playing cards with some strangers to pass the time but he's since extricated himself to somewhere slightly more private and sits alone, spare a single bottle of beer for company. It's a bad thing when the Orbiters are so generous with food and drink. McCree is, mercifully, very sober for this. For her.]
Devil's spoken for.
[He tips his hat up in greet and can't help but smile broadly at her. She's barely changed at all. To his credit he's weathered the years gracefully, specks of grey creep into his hairline and beard with a subtle nuance, like he put them there on purpose. He's not out of shape, but, the smoking and drinking may be catching up to him in ways he'll vehemently deny.
Still, it's easy to feel it when she looks every bit as beautiful as he remembers. He takes off his hat and scoots over on the booth to make room for her, boot spurs jingling with invitation.]
Much prefer to find you like this and not stuck in one of those tubes, doc.
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Devil's spoken for.
[He tips his hat up in greet and can't help but smile broadly at her. She's barely changed at all. To his credit he's weathered the years gracefully, specks of grey creep into his hairline and beard with a subtle nuance, like he put them there on purpose. He's not out of shape, but, the smoking and drinking may be catching up to him in ways he'll vehemently deny.
Still, it's easy to feel it when she looks every bit as beautiful as he remembers. He takes off his hat and scoots over on the booth to make room for her, boot spurs jingling with invitation.]
Much prefer to find you like this and not stuck in one of those tubes, doc.