This is going to be my other chapter story. Don't worry I'll still be updating Our First Year!
Personally I think this is going to be my best Burst Angel fic. I've done so far.
Okay stuff in Italic is thought.
This story is an A/U (alternate universe). So of course things are going to be a little off. It was based on a manga scan I saw a couple months ago. The scan was Meg dressed as a hot saloon girl and Jo as a tough cowboy. I've had the idea sitting in the back of my mind and I finally decided to write it.
One more thing before we begin. This story touches a sensitive subject. The morals of sexuality. You may or may not be comfortable with that so if you feel like you don't want to read about it then please don't. This is only my OPINION, you don't have to feel 'okay' with that.
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"You're such a pretty girl. So pretty."
"You say that but do you mean it?"
The cowboy smiled at the brown haired saloon girl sitting on his lap. She seductively winked at him and motioned her slender, gloved finger to the stairs. They were placed in the back of the crowded saloon. Leading up into the small two way corridor where the many "working" girls lived.
Seeing as the fighter hadn't had any action in months he took up the babe's offer. They both made their way up the staircase and onto their own business.
The red haired girl wiping the bar counter had witnessed the whole thing as she had many, many, many times before. Though she never said anything to her fellow workers. In a way she envied the way they could lure a man to their rooms, do what needed to be done and get paid. Not feeling any shame or guilt before, during or afterwards. She could never do that. The farthest she had gone was only sitting on a local's lap and flirting. He had tried to persuade her but she refused. Hell! Every time a drunken idiot came up to her, money in hand or not, she turned him down. That's how it had always been and she feared that's how it would always be.
This job isn't cut out for me. I only make tips being a bar slave.
She tried to keep that fake smile on her face when two young gentlemen strolled up to the bar. They sat on the stools right in front of her.
"Shot of whiskey." One grunted.
"Same." The other was more lively.
She nodded, "Coming right up."
She turned, grabbing the nearest, cheapest bottle of whiskey the saloon had. It was obvious the cowboys were almost dead broke.
"Hear about the ruckus going on?"
The red head listened in on the two's conversation.
"About those explosions? Who hasn't?"
The young girl set the two shots down and kept shining the counter.
"Yeah but apparently they stopped in the dead of night. Sheriff says he went to check it out and something strange was going on."
The grunting man took his shot, "When sheriff sees something it's always strange. Damn liar."
"No. I heard other people seen it too. Some weird gunshots were being fired from opposite ends of the eastern desert. Then it suddenly stopped. People saying it was…"
The two got up and walked over to an open table as the man kept talking. It made the girl a little sad, she wanted to hear the rest of the story. That was part of her innocence. A good story then off to bed, like a child.
Maybe they'll come back and finish it. I heard those explosions too! I have a right to know what it was!
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She slipped her short nightgown over her head then began brushing her hair. It was so nice to have peace and quiet after a long noisy day. The saloon was always noisy, the piano playing all day, the people talking loudly, and sometimes even a shootout happened.
Though the shootout's were scary it was something she found exciting and fun. Something different and interesting.
'squeak'.
'squeak'.
The silence was broken by the bed next door squeaking against the bedroom wall.
"Hey trying to get some shut eye here!" She yipped.
"Quiet and enjoy, Meg! Not like you ever hear this!" She heard one of the other girls yell followed by laughter.
She crossed her arms and went to lay in bed. Hoping the sound would stop soon. It wasn't even so much the sound that bothered her. It was what they were doing. Sleeping with a different piggish man every single night! A drunken, slurred fool who would only use them and leave! That wasn't the life Meg wanted but was reduced to. She was only allowed to stay here because of her attitude with people. She could get them to buy a drink even if they only had a cent to their name. As a bartender she was no less then the best. But as a "tipping" girl she had no skill or experience. It bothered her a lot.
Yet half of her said it was okay to not do any of that stuff. She had self respect and that was more important then money. It didn't help that her opinion of men was as low as a bowlegged caterpillar. Which wasn't her fault, more like her never-there-father's. He had left when she was only a small child, leaving her mother to raise her which didn't work well either. She had left Meg too only three years after her dad had done the same. Her impression of women was higher though for two reasons…
1. They actually tried to do things right.
2. She was one and it made her have more self-esteem to think she was superior over the opposite sex.
She clenched her grip around her pillow when she even thought of what her dad had done. Then her mother having the nerve to leave. It was sad but Meg had to face that.
She closed her eyes and remembered something her mother had told her when she was younger. One of her better memories of the woman.
'"Meg, when I met your daddy he was the roughest, toughest, most skilled gunfighter in the world. His name was famous from the east to the west! He knew how to fight and he did it all so well. Like a fool I fell for him and he deserted me to his love of fighting. That's why when you grow up you need to find a nice, sweet, innocent cowboy that'll love you for you. He should have a good job and be a family man. Try his best to treat you right. If you find a cowboy like that then your life will be a long happy one."'
She wished her life was like that. Almost a fairytale. A good man, a good job, having an exciting time with him, loving him every hour of the day…But where would she ever find a guy like that?
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