chuckcharlesley

[chuckcharlesley]

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"Spite," she echoed his own answer back to his question dryly even though it wasn't remotely close to the truth. For the first time in a very long time, Chuck was starting to think she'd made a mistake. Her entire childhood had been riddled with them and then when she got out on her own, things started turning around. She made the right choices. She followed the right paths. Until Obsidian. Or at least, until Hector took over Obsidian. "You could have left you know. There's a whole big world out there that doesn't have any ridiculous cowboys in it."

Chuck dropped the shovel and put both of her hands under the body to pry it up. The loose dirt rattled noisily as it slid off the plastic and back into the hole. There was probably some metaphor for where the two of them would end up with that. She knew that was her ultimate destination regardless but she wasn't going there just yet. "Well the desert has some advantages," she mumbled as she lifted her end of the bundle over the ragged edge of earth, "Dried it out."

"Har dee har har," Logan replied. He pulled at the other end of the garbage bag, pleasantly surprised that nothing smelled or leaked out. He felt Chuck's eyes on him even inside the dark of the hole. At her question, he looked up with a slight laugh.

"I'm a loan collector in a small town filled with ranchers and farmers. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that," he answered back in riddles. "The Cowboy Mafia and my family go way back. I intend on outlasting them out of spite at this point. How'd you get roped into working for suits?"

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"I feel like our after hours activities should answer that for you." She shrugged and took a drink of her water again. She wondered vaguely if she would have to suffer through a poorly cooked lobster or if they had a decent chef here before the tail end of their sentence caught her. No social media even. Chuck knew that she hadn't made this woman go missing but...it was sounding more and more like this Andie wasn't just gone in the sense that she left town. "Well these shoes aren't really made for running but I've never exactly been the type so I can honestly say that I won't be running away from you. Can't speak for anyone else." She leaned forward lowering her voice slightly, it would look almost seductive if anyone was looking toward them, "People seem to go missing in this town quite often. It's like it's in the water. They all seem to be connected to that one criminal they found dead in his hotel room. Seems odd, don't you think? Small town like this?"

"Oh, so I'm cute now?" Corey chuckled a little. They weren't about to jump into anything new. It wouldn't be fair to whoever they were with when their heart still yearned for Andie. But it was nice to flirt a little, to be a little distracted by something fun for once. Chuck seemed like the kinda person who was realistic about what they were getting into. That was the reason Corey had felt comfortable enough to ask her. They knew Chuck wouldn't misconstrue it.

"I dunno, you tell me," Corey shrugged, a little playfully. "Do I seem like the kinda person you run away from?" Corey was still a little pissed at Andie for the decisions she made, still a little bitter that Andie hadn't asked them to go with her. "She's gone. That's all I know about it. No forwarding address. No returned phone calls. Social media de-activated. Gone."

[chuckcharlesley]

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"I've met more women that would enjoy this date than ones that would enjoy a fancy dinner," she smiled and put the rifle back down as she turned to face him. There was something there in his tone when he talked about his siblings. It was like he was far away living in a memory for a moment. She couldn't relate to that really. There weren't many memories she wanted to go back to in her life which was probably something she needed to talk to a therapist about. "But maybe I'm just particular about who I spend my time with. It might come as a shock but I'm not the fancy dinner type either so this is probably the most fun I've had since I got transferred here."

Beck wasn't the type of person who was intimidated by someone being good at something. He was the type of person that got excited about it, attracted by it. He'd never found Chuck hotter than he did right now. Beck watched her take her shots, his hand finding its way to the small of her beck where he gently rubbed it. "I used to do this kind of thing all the time growing up. I wasn't the kinda kid who would be at home with a video game or watchin' TV. Me and my brothers were always outside, hunting, fishing, climbing trees, riding horses, or doing stuff like this."

It was bittersweet to talk about his brothers. Of course, he missed Lucas more than he could ever put into words, but he missed the rest of them, too. He should call them, and check in. "I'm just lucky you're the kinda girl that likes it. Not much of a fancy dinners kinda guy." He slipped his arms around her waist, guiding her to face him. "Are you having fun though?"

[chuckcharlesley]

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"Mmm that's generous of you," her head tilted to the side but she made no move to make herself look more professional. If she was honest, she was getting tired of the different masks that she had to wear to make all of this work. The reasons she had gotten into this work in the first place were barely relevant anymore and the threat that she had been trying to avoid was now being held over her by the very employer that was supposed to be protecting her.

"Not sure I have the required skill set. Unfortunately, all I'm good for lately is taking orders." It wasn't enough that anyone but those privy to at least some of the gory details would catch it. It was enough for Joel though. She was sure of that. This wasn't on her just like the dwindling profits weren't on him. They both knew who to truly blame but also who would end up taking it if they didn't start working together. "Interesting how those numbers of yours seem to be changing those orders. Seems we at least have that in common now."

Joel wasn’t surprised to find Chuck draped across a chair in his office. People like Chuck always seemed to find a way to slip through the cracks. The past weeks and months had created an understanding of her role in the company. He drifted to his desk, as if this was all perfectly normal, and went about getting ready for his day.

Chuck’s nickname and question made him smile. “That’s confidential,” he said. Joel went through the steps of setting up his espresso machine. He glanced over his shoulder. “I can keep your name in mind if the department winds up with an opening in the future.”

[chuckcharlesley]

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"No I specifically went out of my way to buy an obnoxious colored garbage bag that could be traced back to me," she rolled her eyes as she crouched down to brush some of the dirt away and find the edge of the plastic that was starting to age and become brittle. "Yes, a black garbage bag."

Chuck used the shovel at the edge of the plastic to start lifting what was left in the bag. This whole process that had landed this body in this whole specifically had been planned out in detail but then hastily executed. Even she was disappointed with how it had gone, for multiple reasons. Still, at least she wasn't alone. She had been sent on one of these trying errands so many times she was starting to forget there were other people involved. "How'd you get roped into this anyway? I normally get stuck doing the dirty work on my own."

“I disagree. I’m about to start sending over invoices for all this extra shit,” like moving a body in the middle of the night. As Chuck kept trying to get him to look on the brightside, he looked over, eyes blank. It was hard to look on the brightside when n the dark of night.

“Coyotes and the ghosts might be more helpful,” he quipped. He came to the edge, still glancing up at the horizon every couple of minutes for headlights, and shook his head. Somewhere just underneath the surface they’d find the garbage bag.

He hopped down after a moment, using his hands to sift through the top layer. He didn’t even know whose body they were unearthing. They just got told what landmark to look for and what to expect. “A black garbage bag, yeah?”

[chuckcharlesley]

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"I didn't know you cared so much Boss," Chuck lounged in the chair next to him giving every appearance that this conversation was no surprise to her and she already had the information he was sharing. She didn't. And she was questioning whether she had completely lost her edge during the, on her end, comfortable silence. She assumed he asked her to speak here because it was a favorite of his father's, at least in essence. It was always stark the differences between Hector and the rest of his family. Chuck assumed everyone could see what see saw but the more things were coming to light...she was thinking they couldn't.

"Unfortunately the company chose to attempt a take over in a town so tiny that you could throw a rock and hit one of those...whatever they call themselves." Her had waved dismissively. She didn't really agree with the name they gave themselves given the work they did but it didn't matter either way. They were an enemy and she was a soldier. "Not socializing with people that I need to get information from is more noticeable than socializing with them. These people pay attention to that. You stick out like a sore thumb but I can walk into whatever bar they are in and convince one to follow me out. Less threatening." She smirked at him. She wasn't intentionally intimidating but had been told on more than one occasion that she was. Still. She preferred to keep it as pretty girl at the bar intimidating and not could kill a man with her bare hands intimidating.

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at la hacienda's private cigar room

Chuck was not the only one who could keep a secret, not the only one who kept more to themselves than they let on. Power was something allowed him that luxury, his position and influence — not to mention lineage — meant that he had an uncanny ability to find out things faster than he let on. It was something that was quite common between all the Board members and something that he knew Hector wielded as he pleased. It was why Rhett moved carefully. He could smudge when he was in possession of things, make white lies about the complexity of certain things, and Hector was none the wiser, but that was about it.

"Should come as no surprise to you that I know the name and face and of every single member of the Cowboy Mafia," Rhett didn't really start with pleasantries with her this time. He exhaled the smoke of his cigar, enjoying the taste. Cigars reminded him of his father, and perhaps this was a subconscious move to channel something his father would say. Adrian — for all his faults — knew what to say and how to say politically. "Hands, Top Hands..." Rhett shrugged. "I even know some of the folks they call 'Fingers'. How insulting." Rhett wasn't someone who was going to empathize with these drug peddlers. "Might consider the company you keep, given recent unveilings..." There was already an Obsidian person who was missing and a Cowboy dead because of their tanglings. "Already have one of us on a milk carton, rather not have two."

[chuckcharlesley]

A Meeting with the Boss ...

@chuckcharlesley

When: Mar. 19th (following Plot Drop 4)

"I'm sure you know why I called you into my office," Hector begins. He regards Chuck with a faint air of irritation and disappointment. Paxton, Arizona was supposed to be a fresh, profitable start... and yet. A few names and faces came to mind. Hector, seated at his desk, steeples his hands pointing them across the desk at Chuck. "You have one win under your belt. Don't let things get sloppy again. Shawn Betancourt and Faye Blackburn were mistakes that you caused by outsourcing your work."

"You have ran out of chances. If another one of your mistakes winds up in the paper, the news, or on a fucking bathroom stall at the Silver Saddle: you will wind up behind bars," Hector holds up a manila folder. Proof that they had dirt on her just like she had dirt on them. Who would the public believe? Business people without criminal records or a government killer? "And then you will wish we buried you."

What This Means:

Chuck (whether it is fair or not) is currently on probation of sorts with Obsidian Holdings. Hector Santiago is not happy with her work. Specifically, he is pissed that Shawn and Faye survived their attacks.

However, he is pleased that Chuck successfully framed Madison Thompson as Raina Hall's killer -- that's her win.

What Chuck does next is up to Chuck (you). Maybe, she's tired of dealing with Obsidian Holdings and might figure out a way to untangle herself. Remember, though, what she tells other people about Obsidian Holdings can still be twisted around so that she's the sole scapegoat. Maybe, she wants to prove herself. The best way to do that? Make sure her attacks count.

[chuckcharlesley]

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"I'm just a hot person," Chuck shrugged as she reloaded but didn't fire again. Instead she just watched as he did the same as she had just done, albeit slightly slower. Clearly he knew his way around a weapon but she was certain he'd never used one in a life or death situation. Something about how people held them made a difference. That had never really been what attracted her to a person. She found that men considered that more attractive than women did.

"Unfortunately for you, I'm not easily distracted." This time she took a few beats between each shot. Her movements were almost lazy but given the right perspective, she would likely just look like she was paying attention to something else. If she had come up with her ideal date, this might have been it. "Tell me Beck, what gave you this idea?"

Beck was a pretty simple guy. He liked fishing, hunting, riding. He liked to ride ATVs and get mud all over his clothes. He liked to climb trees even though he was thirty years old. He was just lucky Chuck was impressed by that kind of thing, that she didn't want a six foot male model looking type who would take her for dinner at the fanciest place in town. "Call me a bad boy, but I think the idea of you beating people up is pretty sexy," Beck grinned, reloading his gun and taking his next few shots, a frying pan that he'd hung from a tree swinging with a 'dink' as he hit it. "But you ordering people around is pretty hot too."

Beck wasn't subtle about the flirting. With Chuck, there didn't seem to be any need. They were both bold people. What Beck had been looking for with her was as simple as a good time. Now, he was simply enjoying making that time last as long as possible. "I really like having points," Beck murmured, lowering the gun again, letting Chuck line herself up for her shots, leaning in real close to her, hand resting on her waist. "Is this distracting?" He teased, lips curved into a small grin, breath tickling her ear. "I need every advantage I can get."

[chuckcharlesley]

~~*~~

Wise was not usually a word used to describe Chuck. She was clever on occasion. And intelligent when she needed to be. But wise was something else entirely and she questioned on numerous occasions whether it was even a real thing. "No I'm not from here," she shrugged and shook her head. She did know of her at least. Along with numerous other people that were in town and affiliated with a particular group that was a pain in her ass. But that wasn't really what Corey was asking. "I don't know a lot of people in town. Just the cute ones."

It was interesting how much they tried to get away from the topic of their ex and yet, everything circled back to relating to her in some capacity. Chuck wondered vaguely what that would be like. To have someone care so much they couldn't forget you. She was certain everyone that knew her had forgotten her by this point. "Can't exactly go wrong with a musician that picks up the check. That's true. So we've concluded that the problem wasn't you then?"

"The free dinner is safe, don't you worry." Corey had been a good date once upon a time. They had been fun, charming, capable of talking about more than just the ex-girlfriend who had fled the state and left them in the dust. People had wanted to go out with them for more than just the fact they had already pre-paid for an expensive steak. Corey knew what this was, and it was the antithesis of romantic. They were both here simply because it was convenient.

"Babe, if you can figure that out what that girl was running from, you're a wiser person than I am," Corey snickered. "Did you know her? Small town. She kinda kept to herself a lot, though." Corey had only ran into Andie because they'd both been at the hospital with a loved one at the same time. Andie had rarely ever wanted to leave the family farm. Corey had thought she was just a homebody, but now, they wondered if she was hiding from something. "All I know is it wasn't me she was running away from. I'm a catch," Corey teased, managing a lopsided grin. "I pay for dinner and I play guitar."

[chuckcharlesley]

~~*~~

"I think he pays you just fine." And for discretion more than anything else which they were both aware of. You needed to command fierce loyalty, which Hector attempted to do but mostly failed, or have deep pockets, which Hector did. Chuck stood to grab the shovel and sauntered over to the edge of the large hole, dropping herself in with a soft thud. It wasn't the first grave that she had dug and she knew it wasn't going to be the last. Even if she was starting to question the need. At least this one she wasn't digging alone. "Besides, it could be worse. You could be out here with nothing but the coyotes and ghosts to keep you company. At least you have me to entertain you."

She missed this. The dust and manual labor were refreshing to her soul even if the errand was nefarious. There was something so familiar and comforting about it. Before she knew it, she had cleared out much more of the dirt and widened the hole enough that a body could lay in it easily. "This wasn't nearly as hard as you were making it look."

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When: A Night in March

Where: Undisclosed Location

Every couple of minutes the shovel rang out as it hit rock. Logan was covered in red dust. He knew for days that his sinuses would be dry and his throat would scratch. The sinew in his back protested as he continued to dig through feet of desert dirt. Logan muttered a curse under his breath, chest deep in the hole, an animal skeleton shattered under the blade's edge. "Y'know if I wanted to be a grave digger, I'd have just went to the hillbilly mountains of West Virginia to go work for my loser uncle," Logan grunted.

He fingers itched for a cigarette, but he wasn't about to get put behind bars for good because of a damn cigarette butt. He wasn't about to get put behind bars period. Definitely not for Obsidian Holdings.

"Hello?" Logan tossed the shovel out and climbed out. Chuck could dig the rest of the way -- the earth was probably more malleable by now. "Your turn. Santiago doesn't pay me enough to play graveyard keeper all night."

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Chuck merely nodded. She had never said she was any good at it, and she didn't exactly like riding horses. There was some saying somewhere that she remembered about horses being dangerous at both ends and crafty in the middle and that was truly how she felt about it. But in some places of the world she'd been, that was the only way to get around. So she did it. But here she had other options. "Oh didn't realize this was a test. I should have studied. I'd hate to fail."

"Don't beat them up so much anymore." Now it was more like digging graves and doctoring footage but that wasn't exactly what he meant. "More like coordinating the efforts now. Though there are days I miss it. Wasn't a lot of money in it. I just had the right kind of experience they were looking for." The kind that made her cool under pressure and loyal to a fault. The kind that could make her easy to exploit under the right circumstances. "I think you're safe. Just having the idea earned you some points."

"But you have ridden one, huh?" Beck watched, letting out a low whistle as Chuck wiped out a bottle or can with every shot she took. "Well dang, I should've brought more targets," they chuckled, giving her an impressed little grin. "Good thing I put down tarps. For the glass." Beck had really thought of everything he could. "You're a lot to live up to," he said, checking over their own gun, making sure it was loaded. "Next time, I'm taking you riding. That's gonna be your next test. Gotta be something I'm better at than you."

Chuck's answers were vague. Beck hadn't really shown a whole lot of interest in anything other than heading back to her apartment and hooking up, but her company wasn't terrible, and hanging out had proven to be fun. "Security. So you beat up trespassers and losers for a living? There good money in that?" Beck cocked an eyebrow at her, looking her over. "Litte old you, taking down some six foot idiot who thought his balls were bigger'n grapefruits. I could get into that." Beck took a few shots himself, not anywhere near as smooth and accurate as Chuck had been, but not terrible, either. "I hope your attraction to me doesn't depend on how good I am at this."

[chuckcharlesley]

Who: Chuck and @matidelacruz

When: Prior to the footage leak

Where: Matias' Home

For as long as Chuck had worked for Obsidian, she had treated it as deployments. There was a job to do and she followed orders. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. It had worked for her under Rhett's father but it wasn't working as well anymore. She had made the mistake of stopping and looking up. Paying attention to the orders she was following. It wasn't adding up and the things she was being sent off to do was only making everything spiral into a much bigger mess than it was before. Had she been in worse situations? Yes. Technically.

But she'd never felt more alone.

At least before she had comrades. Fellow soldiers that had her back or, at the very least, understood the struggle. Here, she had no one. And the torturous part was that she had convinced herself she wanted it that way. Apparently she was a far more effective liar than she thought. She could even lie to herself.

"It's hardly breaking and entering if you leave the key under the mat," she commented as she took a sip from her glass, "I had your first drink for you. The next is on you."

[chuckcharlesley]

Who: Chuck and @joel--montgomery

When: Morning after the arrest

Where: Joel's office

There had to be something wrong with her. It wasn't so much that she was starting to sympathize with these small town yokels, but she was starting to be very frustrated that those yokels were not just going up against Obsidian but they were gaining ground. They were upside down and there was no hiding that. Clearly how they were choosing to handle it was throw people under the bus and she was starting to see the dominos fall. She wasn't going to be the next one.

"Mr. Numbers," she smiled up at Joel as he came into his office that morning. An office she had been sitting in for the last twenty minutes and she was sure that no one knew she was there. That had been intentional too. Anyone seeing her start to take steps to cover herself would be a bad start. "How are those ledgers looking now?"

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~~*~~

The laugh that escaped her was somewhat dark but she managed to roll it away with a shake of her head. Corey really didn't know her or they definitely wouldn't have worded it quite like that. Chuck wouldn't go against anyone for something so trivial as a romantic partner, but she would play for keeps if someone pushed too hard. She had the body count to prove it. "I just don't want to lose my free dinner is all."

It was almost bitter the way they explained it. She left town. There was no chance they'd run into her. That was interesting. So they weren't just involved with this Andie, they were in love with her. "That sounds heavy," Chuck prompted slightly as she took a sip of her own water to mirror the movement. It was a strange trick she'd picked up over the years. The more you mirrored someone, the more they trusted you and that always meant the more they revealed about themselves. Including weaknesses usually. "Left town usually implies running too or away from something."

Corey tended to dress pretty similarly most of the time. It was a pretty even mixture of denim, courderoys and slacks combined with an equal number of t-shirts, tank tops and button-ups, so wearing something with buttons on the front that wasn't made of flannel didn't exactly feel like dressing up. For something like this, they just pulled dark slacks and a button down shirt out of their closet and called it a day. It wasn't like this was a real date, Valentine's Day or not.

"Couldn't go long without talking about her, huh? I'd actually pay to see the showdown." Corey shrugged, taking a sip of the ice water at the table. They would have loved it if Andie showed up, even if she stormed in and caused some drama. They remembered the night she'd stormed out of the bar, upset that Corey exchanged numbers with another girl. They weren't even together. Andie hadn't wanted to be. Not then. Or maybe a more fair assertion was that she had been afraid to be. Corey had really thought they were going in a new direction when they decided to give things a real shot, now here they were, spending Valentine's Day with someone they weren't even interested in like that. Andie's fear had driven her out of the damn state, and out of Corey's life again.

"You're not going to be running into her in line at the grocery store if that's what you're worried about. She left town." Not that Corey owed Chuck an explanation, but if they were spending time together, sleeping together, it was probably good for her to know that things wouldn't get awkward.

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~~*~~

Just like she'd done so many times before. Chuck took aim and emptied the gun with almost perfect shots. She opened it again and looked over at Beck with a smirk. "Well been a while since I've ridden a horse. Been on a camel. And ridden a few motorcycles. A hot cowboy recently, but it's been a few years for a horse."

Chuck shrugged. "This isn't exactly what a corporate baddie does but I did have a life before this one." She left the answer at that and turned back to reloading the rifle. Even people she worked with didn't know a lot of details of what she had done before working for Obsidian. Many of them just assumed that she worked security and that was the beginning and end of it. "Little of this and a little of that. Started off working security. Moved up from there."

"Do I seem like the fragile ego type?" Beck asked, smirk tugging at the edges of his lips, eyebrow arched. It was true that he could become frustrated when he wasn't good at something, but it was more about him than anyone else. He'd spent all his life trying to prove himself, to live up to his older brothers. Chuck being good didn't mean he was bad, and it wasn't like they were competing. "Only thing that'd be sexier to me is if you were really good at riding a horse, which probably says a lot about me,"

Beck picked up their own gun, but didn't aim down the sights yet. They wanted to watch Chuck. "So is this the kind of thing a corporate baddie does?" they asked, repeating the words Chuck had used in their text messages. "We never really got to talk much the other night. Not that I'm complainin'," Beck said with a chuckle. "What do you actually do?"

[chuckcharlesley]

~~*~~

If Chuck was the type to actually make friends, she probably wouldn't start it with talking about knitting. But here she was with someone she should consider a target talking about...knitting. The weird part was she was actually enjoying the conversation. She needed to get transferred somewhere before she started getting too attached. She'd never done it before but it must be her age, she was starting to here.

"Mm," she nodded with a raise of her eyebrows, "That doesn't sound small things first. Sounds like you have a whole plan going on there." She was trying to make it sound like it was a surprise but in reality this was all stuff that she knew. "Wish I had something so exciting. I get stuck at a desk more often than not these days."

"It's their take on being artsy," Faye said with a roll of her eyes and a smile to the woman next to her. "It is... kinda selectively awful, but like, did not hear that from me." Faye placed a hand over her heart, like she would never betray an establishment in this town. Granted, of all the places, she still liked the winery the best on nights like this where she wanted to get out and brood in a new place.

However, the woman next to her kept her from brooding too much, which she appreciated. A laugh colored her cheeks. "I heard they're great for dexterity, but, no. I would lose count and fuck all the stitching up," Faye said with a smile. "I'm merely a regular, but you make it sound a lot less pathetic than having nowhere else to go on every Wednesday." Half true. When show season kicked off and she had a few horses she really loved, she'd travel all over for them. As of right now, she had a single stallion prospect and a mare she was interested in to watch show, but the colt was due for the end of the year and the filly was just warming up on the circuits for the year. "No, I breed horses. Particularly cutting horses and reined cowhorses. I have two roping prospects, and I hope in a few years I'll have a horse that's got a shot for World's Greatest, but, small things first."

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~~*~~

"I know," Chuck nodded toward the counter at his mention of which restaurants stayed open. She frequented them just as often as he clearly did, or at least ordered to go. She'd always found it so strange that a town that pretty much shut down at sunset was the capital of illegal activity in this area. Which was probably the point.

"You can call me Chuck," she shook his hand politely but retracted it quickly. Suddenly self conscious of the callouses and scars on her hands. If she didn't look so distinctly not from here, she'd probably be mistaken for a cowboy herself. "So you from Paxton originally then? Or one of the other ranch towns?"

At the comment about Fifty Shade of Grey it was his turn to snort. Reaching up to rub the back of his neck for a moment. "God, I hope that's not the actual first impression I give off." But his tone meant that he had taken it as a joke. It was one of Nish's particular abilities, to be able to blend in with several different groups. But he was considered himself a cowboy in his soul. He just did it in his own way. He didn't think much about what the spread of papers said about who he was. It wasn't a secret that he was the owner of the local Vet Hospital. He'd gone back to his table and his food, happy with a positive if short interaction. Taking another bite of the previously abandoned slice of pizza.

When the chair was pulled out across from him and the woman sat herself down. Nish blinked at her for a moment. But then reached out to clean up some of his mess to give her a little room. "Rural livestock vet's work all the time. On-call for emergencies. Mobile visits. Admin work and continuing education.." He gestured at the table, "And I still need to remember to eat in there somewhere. And there's only two places in town that stay open late-ish." He reached over the table and offered his hand, "I'm sorry, didn't introduce myself before. I'm Anish."