Alright all, I realized that with school and all, I have been behind in
writing this story so to all of you out there who need a little break from
your daily lives and want to once again escape into my realm please feel
free to. I have decided to name my series the Outer Realms.I do not know if
this name is taken or not.I just thought it sounded nifty..if you know of
someone who has taken this name please let me know so I can think of
another nifty name..
The local bar was in reality nothing more then a hole in the wall, but it had liquor and as many know most hole in the wall places are actually really good finds.. Shining gems in the midst of whatever the local popularity had decided to adopt as its norm. Unfortunately this was not one of those rare finds, indeed it was one of those places you hear horror stories about, bugs in your food, grease as thick as your forearm, and other tales such as those. But as mentioned before the place contained mead and unlike the only other bar in town it's occupants were not currently being thrown out the windows of the place in an all out bar brawl. The five men stormed through its doors and headed straight towards the rickety four by four that was serving as the bar's counter.
"Five meads, straight up." Chris ordered, the barkeep looked at Nathan for a minute and looked as through he was going to say something but then seeing the look on Chris's face he thought better and quickly broke out the requested drinks.
The five men sat in silence once they had received their drinks, each nursing the alcohol and thinking of the day's events.
Nathan sat quietly nursing his drink, a grim look on his face. Every once in a while one of his hands would stray up to absently rub his neck. If these men hadn't come along.no it was best not to think of such things. He was alive and thanks to a courage and passion he had not seen in many years. One thing for sure he had found what he was looking for, acceptance and if the men would have him he would surely join whatever plan their leader Chris Larabee had in his brain. His time of wandering from village to town was over although he hadn't officially been accepted yet into this strange little group he felt a peace and assurance that he would.
Vin Tanner sat absently stirring his drink with one finger and glancing around the table the other men. They weren't too hard to figure out, well with the exception of a few. Hell, he could even get to like a few of them, and Chris, well he didn't know how he felt around him. He just felt like he had lost a brother and gained him back. It was strange he felt safe, something he hadn't felt in a long time, and he felt that if the devil came calling for him these men would be there to back him up. But Damn it what was he thinking? He was a wanted man! He was a wanted man, on the run, but then he met Chris' eyes and it really didn't matter.he had somebody watching his back now.
J.D. Dunne sat absently tapping his fingers on the table staring at his mead and desperately wishing it was a huge, fresh glass of milk. Giving up on trying to magically wish the mead into milk he gave up and courageously took a small sip tentatively. Choking he gasped down the small amount and then pushed the mead away from him hoping all the time that Buck hadn't seen his moment of weakness. It was incredible was it only a few days ago he had been cleaning stables, waiting tables, and generally just being abused by Mulster? Buck had said he was going on the adventure of a lifetime and J.D. could feel it, deep down in his bones something was screaming that this was what he had been waiting for all his life, this was his destiny. But at the moment his destiny was pretty boring and he looked around the table wondering when the first person would speak.then his attention was distracted by the hat Vin wore, wow.I could really use a hat.his thoughts drifted off to that and other J.D thoughts such as how exactly did one attain a horse in a town like this.
Buck watched with amusement as the lad stared at his cup of mead and wondered when he would gather the courage to take a sip. Then he hid his smile when the boy finally did and turned bright red trying not to choke too loudly. He was far too young to be on something like this, it was full of danger and many times through the past few days Buck had contemplated finding a good family for the boy and leaving him. But he had broken a rule and gotten attached. Besides the boy was like family now, the younger brother he had never had. Not to mention he kind of reminded Buck of himself at that age so unsure and at the same time so damn cocky, if he didn't watch him the damn kid was likely to get himself killed or some other nonsense such as that. Buck's musing about the boy was distracted for a moment when Chris nodded slightly at him. Buck nodded slightly back, yes he trusted these men, yes their mission should be shared.
Chris or Sir Christo of Larabee for that was who he truly was eyed the four other men sitting at the table and tried to size them up. Should he share his mission with them or should he thank them for their help and move on his way? It was strange he had never met these men before in his life with the exception of Buck and yet he felt as though this was how it was supposed to be. His gut told him this and his gut was how he had lived for so many years through constant battles and political games. If he had never listened to his gut he would have been dead a long time ago.the one time he hadn't listened he had lost everything, his gut tinged at this thought and he took a gulp of mead to make the memories a little less fuzzy. Then he pushed the mead away, no he had gone that way once, fought the devil and won, he wasn't about to revert back to his old ways now. He went back to his examination of the men around the table trying to size them up. He met Buck's eye and nodded slightly.Should he?? Getting a nod back Chris cleared his throat and began.
Ok, folks that is it for now.my goal is to have at least two reviews by the end of Friday/Saturday and it is the weekend so who knows anything could happen.. :) Again this is betaed by me, myself, and I so please ignore those nasty mistakes you see in grammar.yes I know they are there.but they add character, doncha think???
The local bar was in reality nothing more then a hole in the wall, but it had liquor and as many know most hole in the wall places are actually really good finds.. Shining gems in the midst of whatever the local popularity had decided to adopt as its norm. Unfortunately this was not one of those rare finds, indeed it was one of those places you hear horror stories about, bugs in your food, grease as thick as your forearm, and other tales such as those. But as mentioned before the place contained mead and unlike the only other bar in town it's occupants were not currently being thrown out the windows of the place in an all out bar brawl. The five men stormed through its doors and headed straight towards the rickety four by four that was serving as the bar's counter.
"Five meads, straight up." Chris ordered, the barkeep looked at Nathan for a minute and looked as through he was going to say something but then seeing the look on Chris's face he thought better and quickly broke out the requested drinks.
The five men sat in silence once they had received their drinks, each nursing the alcohol and thinking of the day's events.
Nathan sat quietly nursing his drink, a grim look on his face. Every once in a while one of his hands would stray up to absently rub his neck. If these men hadn't come along.no it was best not to think of such things. He was alive and thanks to a courage and passion he had not seen in many years. One thing for sure he had found what he was looking for, acceptance and if the men would have him he would surely join whatever plan their leader Chris Larabee had in his brain. His time of wandering from village to town was over although he hadn't officially been accepted yet into this strange little group he felt a peace and assurance that he would.
Vin Tanner sat absently stirring his drink with one finger and glancing around the table the other men. They weren't too hard to figure out, well with the exception of a few. Hell, he could even get to like a few of them, and Chris, well he didn't know how he felt around him. He just felt like he had lost a brother and gained him back. It was strange he felt safe, something he hadn't felt in a long time, and he felt that if the devil came calling for him these men would be there to back him up. But Damn it what was he thinking? He was a wanted man! He was a wanted man, on the run, but then he met Chris' eyes and it really didn't matter.he had somebody watching his back now.
J.D. Dunne sat absently tapping his fingers on the table staring at his mead and desperately wishing it was a huge, fresh glass of milk. Giving up on trying to magically wish the mead into milk he gave up and courageously took a small sip tentatively. Choking he gasped down the small amount and then pushed the mead away from him hoping all the time that Buck hadn't seen his moment of weakness. It was incredible was it only a few days ago he had been cleaning stables, waiting tables, and generally just being abused by Mulster? Buck had said he was going on the adventure of a lifetime and J.D. could feel it, deep down in his bones something was screaming that this was what he had been waiting for all his life, this was his destiny. But at the moment his destiny was pretty boring and he looked around the table wondering when the first person would speak.then his attention was distracted by the hat Vin wore, wow.I could really use a hat.his thoughts drifted off to that and other J.D thoughts such as how exactly did one attain a horse in a town like this.
Buck watched with amusement as the lad stared at his cup of mead and wondered when he would gather the courage to take a sip. Then he hid his smile when the boy finally did and turned bright red trying not to choke too loudly. He was far too young to be on something like this, it was full of danger and many times through the past few days Buck had contemplated finding a good family for the boy and leaving him. But he had broken a rule and gotten attached. Besides the boy was like family now, the younger brother he had never had. Not to mention he kind of reminded Buck of himself at that age so unsure and at the same time so damn cocky, if he didn't watch him the damn kid was likely to get himself killed or some other nonsense such as that. Buck's musing about the boy was distracted for a moment when Chris nodded slightly at him. Buck nodded slightly back, yes he trusted these men, yes their mission should be shared.
Chris or Sir Christo of Larabee for that was who he truly was eyed the four other men sitting at the table and tried to size them up. Should he share his mission with them or should he thank them for their help and move on his way? It was strange he had never met these men before in his life with the exception of Buck and yet he felt as though this was how it was supposed to be. His gut told him this and his gut was how he had lived for so many years through constant battles and political games. If he had never listened to his gut he would have been dead a long time ago.the one time he hadn't listened he had lost everything, his gut tinged at this thought and he took a gulp of mead to make the memories a little less fuzzy. Then he pushed the mead away, no he had gone that way once, fought the devil and won, he wasn't about to revert back to his old ways now. He went back to his examination of the men around the table trying to size them up. He met Buck's eye and nodded slightly.Should he?? Getting a nod back Chris cleared his throat and began.
Ok, folks that is it for now.my goal is to have at least two reviews by the end of Friday/Saturday and it is the weekend so who knows anything could happen.. :) Again this is betaed by me, myself, and I so please ignore those nasty mistakes you see in grammar.yes I know they are there.but they add character, doncha think???