Post by Billy Ray Blackwell on Dec 25, 2012 23:08:01 GMT 1
Billy Ray urged his lather covered mount forward, it's breath coming in great heaves as Billy Ray clung to the saddle and reigns. He had to get back to the dance hall before the sun dipped below the horizon. The questions would be asked about his bloody lip and red puffy eye that would turn purple before the night was through but they were used to him fighting so he would simply play it off... again.
Just as the top of the sun dipped below the mountains, he entered the gates, letting the horse slow to a walk and guided him to the stables. He pulled it to a stop and grunted as he slid from the saddle. That last punch to the ribs felt like he might have cracked a couple. His hand was pressed to his side as he handed the reigns off to a stable boy so he could walk the horse cool. He limped slightly, gingerly, careful not to step wrong and hurt his aching ribs more.
Billy Ray went inside and straight to the bar. "Gimme a cold towel would you Ron?" he asked the human bartender who didn't hesitate to get a clean towel damp and hand it to him, "Whiskey?" Billy Ray asked as he dabbed at his bleeding lip with the corner of the towel then pressed it to his swelling eye.
He noticed the Vampires were emerging from the lower levels and going about setting up for the night. He looked away from them and focused on the shot glass that was placed in front of him. He threw the shot back and motioned for another. His fight had gone well again. He had won. He was slowly moving up the ranks in the Human Only Boxing Championship and he was proud of it. But he could not tell the others. He had to prove his worth to them but not until he proved that he could do it on his own. The roll of scripts in his pocket and the trophy in his saddle bag at his side were testiments of his achievements, but they were hollow for now as he could not tell anyone he cared about. First, he didn't want his Pa to stop him from going because it was dangerous, second, he still did not feel like he had completed his task of proving to himself that he was more than some wretched orphan picked up of the side of the road and coddled by vampires like some adopted rich kid.
Billy curled his hand around the new shot glass and froze as he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He didn't look to see who it was. He would wait until they spoke before spinning his yarn in a way that would not be a lie. He was not sure who it was, but by their silence, it was not Matthew or his Pa...He quietly lifted the shot glass to his lips and sipped at this one.
Just as the top of the sun dipped below the mountains, he entered the gates, letting the horse slow to a walk and guided him to the stables. He pulled it to a stop and grunted as he slid from the saddle. That last punch to the ribs felt like he might have cracked a couple. His hand was pressed to his side as he handed the reigns off to a stable boy so he could walk the horse cool. He limped slightly, gingerly, careful not to step wrong and hurt his aching ribs more.
Billy Ray went inside and straight to the bar. "Gimme a cold towel would you Ron?" he asked the human bartender who didn't hesitate to get a clean towel damp and hand it to him, "Whiskey?" Billy Ray asked as he dabbed at his bleeding lip with the corner of the towel then pressed it to his swelling eye.
He noticed the Vampires were emerging from the lower levels and going about setting up for the night. He looked away from them and focused on the shot glass that was placed in front of him. He threw the shot back and motioned for another. His fight had gone well again. He had won. He was slowly moving up the ranks in the Human Only Boxing Championship and he was proud of it. But he could not tell the others. He had to prove his worth to them but not until he proved that he could do it on his own. The roll of scripts in his pocket and the trophy in his saddle bag at his side were testiments of his achievements, but they were hollow for now as he could not tell anyone he cared about. First, he didn't want his Pa to stop him from going because it was dangerous, second, he still did not feel like he had completed his task of proving to himself that he was more than some wretched orphan picked up of the side of the road and coddled by vampires like some adopted rich kid.
Billy curled his hand around the new shot glass and froze as he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He didn't look to see who it was. He would wait until they spoke before spinning his yarn in a way that would not be a lie. He was not sure who it was, but by their silence, it was not Matthew or his Pa...He quietly lifted the shot glass to his lips and sipped at this one.