I don't own Toy Story. I also forgot to mention that there is a use of guns.
As the floorboards he stepped on creaked at the weight of his feet, Buzz extended out his hands to push open the swinging doors ahead of him. A sharp contrast from outside, the saloon was dim. Smoke filled the room and piano playing was heard from the back. He looked over and saw an old man with a giant cigar in his mouth animatedly playing it, swinging back and forth on the bench to the music. Slowly moving his head, he saw several small tables spread throughout the room. Some were occupied with drunken men, some with men playing cards, and some were just empty.
The only women in the place were few ladies with dresses that flowed to their knees, exposing their ripped fishnet stockings. Their hair were in up-dos that had small hats with jewels to top it off. They cooled their faces with decorated hand fans with lace along the borders. He looked at the balconies and saw more girls, walking in different rooms with men and closing the doors after them.
Taking a step forward, a puff of smoke flew towards his face and caused him to cough.
"Greeting to you, too," he mumbled to himself, looking at the old man with the cigarette in the corner of his eye. Finally, he reached the stools at the bar area and set the papers and his hat down. A woman with a deep green satin dress on was standing on a small ladder, trying to reach for the top bottle to mix a drink she was preparing.
Buzz looked down at the papers again. Are they still in this town? he wondered. Sure, the town was large compared to others, but he'd thought by now the officers would've found the burglars. The girl turned around to the young man and put her hands on the edge of the counter. Her red curls slid down her shoulders.
"What'll ya have today, handsome?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Just a water, please," he answered. He heard snickers from the right side of him.
"'A water' he says," mocked a middle-aged man. He spat out his chewing tobacco and showed his rotting teeth as a smile in self-amusement.
"He's too yellah to have a real drink," added his friend, chugging down the beverage she just made.
"I must stay sober," he clarified with a hint of annoyance.
"I'll give you a shot," the woman concluded, reaching for another bottle. As she set it down, she took a small glass cup and towel, starting to clean it. She looked down to the pile of papers and back to Buzz. "What's with the 'wanted' posters?" she asked.
"Oh, those are just some robbers that are on the lose. The mayor had been trying to find them but had no luck. He wants me to pin them across town." She held up the glass to eye level to inspect it and started to pour the whiskey.
"Huh. What d'ya call yourself?"
"Lightyear. Edward Lightyear." Her mouth dropped in shock.
"You mean as in the owner of Lightyear Textile Company?" she questioned.
"Well, the son anyways," he explained.
"You're lucky that's your old man."
"Yes," he agreed rubbing his hands together between his knees, "I'm very fortunate." He grabbed the glass, lifted it, and brought it to his lips to drink. When she turned around, he set it aside, leaving his lips untouched by the alcohol. "May I ask what your name is?"
"Jessie," she responded, wiping away more water spots on the glasses.
"I haven't seen you around here very much. How long have you been living here?"
"I've lived here all my life. I've gone to live in Nevada and Oregon a couple of times. But none of 'em compare to Eastwood City." Buzz tried to guess how old she was. She certainly traveled many places, but she looked so young.
"What is your age?" he asked.
"Twenty six years."
"You're only two years younger than me."
He noticed there was a necklace was on her chest. It had a tiny charm of a golden horseshoe encrusted with small diamonds. She traced his cerulean eyes and realized what area he was looking at.
"Listen, bud," she articulated, pulling up the neckline on her dress, "I only work as the bartender here. Don't get any ideas." Awareness filled his face and he moved his hands back and forward in front of him in defense as the men on his right chuckled at his behavior.
"I-I was looking at your necklace charm," he stumbled, "It's gorgeous." Grabbing her own trinket on the chain, she muttered her thanks.
"It was my nana's," she pointed out.
"You're grandmother must have been very wealthy. How could she have afford it?"
"She and my grandpa traveled all the way from Massachusetts on carriages to California when the Gold Rush happened. They invested well with all the gold they'd got. My grandfather took a small lump of gold to a blacksmith and made this. She passed it down to my mother, and she gave it to me."
"That's incredible. What was her name?"
"Her maiden name was Fawn Jacobson. She married an English farmer named Andy Davis and had a daughter named Bonnie. She had to change her name for…reasons, to Anderson. She then married a man named Alexander Pri-." Suddenly, she remembered Buzz mentioning the mayor wanted to catch the Pride siblings as she looked down at the posters.
"Is there something the matter?" Buzz quizzed when he saw the color of her face drain.
"N-nothin'," she stammered stepping back a little. "So, you say the mayor is lookin' for the Prides?"
"Yes, I just spoke with him."
"So you know him?" she inquired, slowly pulling up the edge of her dress, exposing her leg.
"Yes I do but…what are you doing?" Buzz questioned, ignoring the whistles from the men. His eyes shot from the posters that she was looking at and back to her. Why did she cut herself off? What was she going to say? he pondered. Then it hit him. Pride. Jessie Pride. Jessica Pride. His back shot up and his eyes grew wide. "You're Jessi-" He cut himself off when she showed him her garter belt. Underneath the black nylon elastic, there was a small musket that barely poked above her stocking.
"Don't you say a word," she snapped, holding the gun at his eye level. His hands rose parallel to his ears, palms facing her.
"I-I wasn't going to," his shaky voice promised. A smirk grew on her face. All the attendants in the tavern ducked under the tables after taking notice of the open weapon, fearing what would happen next.
Silence filled the room as she peered around with her eyes, still holding the gun in front of Buzz.
"Well?" she shouted. "What are y'all waitin' for?" Everybody was frozen in fright. Raising her arm to the ceiling, she blasted out several bullets in the air, causing everyone too scream and run out. "Go on!" she demanded, "Get out! Get!"
The doors on the balcony flew open and the rest of the civilians ran out.
"Get outta there!" She shot again at a chandelier, causing all the glass pieces to fly across the room. "Hurry up!" Bringing the gun to Buzz's nose, her finger curled the trigger further.
"Please don't! I promise I won't say anything!" he pleaded.
"Woody!" she called out, "Come down here. I got something' for ya!" Suddenly, a lasso darted across the room and got a perfect hold on a statue next to the bar. A body swung across to the middle of the room, let go, and landed on one of the tables. The figure was knelt, head down with a hat covering his face. Pushing of his knuckles and the one knee that rested on the tabletop, he slowly rolled up, erecting each joint individually. The shadow of his hat that disguised his face shrunk back, exposing a bare chin and pointed nose. In one fluid movement, he stepped off and sauntered to the gun point victim. Without looking at Buzz, he picked up one of the 'wanted' posters.
"Hmm," mumbled the low voice, "I think I look better without the mustache." He tipped back his hat, exposing his russet eyes. "Don't you?" he asked Buzz with a grin. Buzz looked at the poster picture and back to the cowboy. They had the same eyes.
"Y-you must be Woodrow," Buzz stuttered, feeling the cold metal nozzle on his cheek.
"You got it," Woody confirmed with a smirk. He went behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of Brandy, grasping the papers tightly. Pouring the drink all over the table he stood on, he threw the papers in the air and watched them float slowly onto the puddle he created. Digging through his pocket, he pulled out a lighter and brought it to the edge of one of the pages. After lighting it, an explosion of flames broke out, causing him to step back. The three watched in stillness.
"Now that's what I call a warm welcome," Woody yelled over the roaring flames, jamming the lighter back into his pants.
"I-I guess this will save you time and trouble from just ripping the posters off throughout the town," Buzz meekly responded.
"Lets go through the back, Jessie," the cowboy commanded.
"Right behind ya, Woody," she informed while climbing over the counter, still pointing the gun at Buzz. She grabbed his shoulder and nudged him in the back with the pistol. "Let's go," she demanded, following her brother.
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