Jump to content

Announcements

  • Recently Browsing

    No registered users viewing this page.


  • Recently Used Characters

  • Posts

    • "Maybe, fer this special occasion," Addy suggested, "we can try a little'a each?  That way, we can get a taste'a everything, so next time, we know what our favorite is."  It was a plan that appealed to her, so she didn't have to decide which she wanted!   "Never turn down help," she declared, "but seems ta me yer th' one needs help brushin' them horses down."  She glanced at Weedy and Josh, considering for a moment if it was safe to let the boy go up into the loft, but then, his father could stop him, and, after all, he was a Chappel!  He'd grown up around horses, and was of hardy stock!   With them all working together, it wouldn't take too long to get the horses settled, and then they could be on the way to treats!   @MD
    • "We'll get on."  Addy was determined, and once she grabbed hold of the crude rope halter, she had control of the animal.  "Here..."  Cupping her hands, she made a step for Caroline, to give her a boost up.  "Just grab his mane."   TBC   @Wayfarer                    
    • Mature Content: Doubt it With: Tyrell Garret Thornton Location: Add specific location information here. When: Mid-July 1876 Time of Day: Encompasses a couple of days     Place holder
    • Anæsthesia wasn't exactly convinced by all these homilies about falling out of trees, breaking arms, and sleeping in the mud: she smiled politely, if a little tightly. Truth to tell, she felt a little bit 'got at' - the snobby girl was getting a taste of her own medicine in the form of the inverted-snobbery of these rough frontier folk.    She suddenly blurted, rather defensively "I have learned to shoot a gun!"   "I have a 1858 model Lefaucheux double action revolver, and really am rather a good shot with it." she said proudly. Now maybe they'd stop telling her that she needed to fall out of a tree to be able to claim that her life had any meaning.    Of course, the hypocrisy was that she was quite willing to tell others what they should be doing with their lives: like learning to read.      @Bongo @MD
    • Mr McVey was chattering away as Arabella grabbed her non-packable items: two dresses, spare bonnet, basket and three large round circles made of bamboo. These were very hard to carry and to manoeuvre through the doorway.    "You and I disagree on a number of things, yet, we agree on others. Mister Reeve is certainly one to keep an eye on. And I would say, he is dangerous in another way, to the political atmosphere in Kalispell. He is an odd fellow, yet, so is Mister Pettigrew. Perhaps the goal of him running is to slit the vote? I'm not exactly confident on that assumption."   "Now don't you be mean about Mr Pettigrew, Mr McVey, he's been right nice to me: teachin' me all about how to speak proper and act like a lady." she objected. Pettigrew had taught her something else, too, something more important than those surface embellishments, something at her very core.    He hoisted the trunk that was surprising lighter than he would have expected. "As time moves on, we'll have a better idea of Pettigrew's purpose in the grand scheme of the elections this fall." He added, then, "I'm following you, Arabella."   "Hold on, I'm all tangled up!" she yelped, the three bamboo circles seemed to have minds of their own and were doing their darndest to stop her getting through the doorway. "I'm takin' these hoops with me, in case crinolines come back in!" she informed him.    Eventually she got herself through the door and down the stairs, with a shout of "I'm goin' now, I'll be back at seven!" at Caroline's door. When the two of them reached the bar, there was a ragged cheer from some of the rounders who were regulars "Don't worry, I'll be back at seven, boys!" she assured them.   "Oh damn!" one of them joked.    "You movin' in with him?!" another joshed. Arabella laughed and didn't say yes and didn't say no: well, Phin had said he didn't care if people talked!   @Flip
Caroline Mundee

Dining with a Gentleman Part 2

Recommended Posts

Mature Content: No

With: Caroline Mundee, Joseph Greene
Location: Hotel dining room
When: Aug 1876
Time of Day: Late afternoon

 

content-divider.png

 

Entering the hotel, Caroline gawked around while her gentleman date requested a table. The saloon gal made a point of not even glancing at the employee but if she had she would have noticed the man's gaze went right from the young man to the gaudy woman without even a hat on. Still, the fellow said nothing but merely waved them to follow him.

 

"Right this way, sir. If you would be so kind," he droned then almost regally processed thru the dining room past a few other couples already seated and enjoying a meal. Caroline caught the eye of one woman who seemed ..............yeah shocked was her expression alright but Caroline just flashed a saucy grin at the lady who quickly looked down to her dinner plate.

 

The man led them right to a small table for two in the farmost corner, Caroline noted the placement was such no one passing by the hotel and looking thru the big windows could even see them. She smiled to herself, knowing why this table was picked.

 

"There you are, sir. I shall notify the waiter and he shall attend upon you in a moment," the man gave a curt nod and left them there.

 

Caroline glanced at Joseph, "Well, least he didn't led us right out the back door. That's something."

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"There you are, sir. I shall notify the waiter and he shall attend upon you in a moment," the man gave a curt nod and left them there.

 

Joe watched the pompous fellow go with a sort of wry grin on his face. "Kinda likes to talk you through it doesn't he?" he laughed lightly, moving to pull Caroline's chair out for her by pure gentlemanly instinct. 

 

Caroline glanced at Joseph, "Well, least he didn't led us right out the back door. That's something."

 

The young officer laughed out loud at this, and once his lady was seated he did likewise. "Just don't steal the silver!" he added, picking up a fork "Well, silver plate" he amended, examining a fork and toying with it as he continued to speak.

 

"Ah, this place isn't bad for little town like Kalispell, is it? In fact it's very nice. Mind you, that's probably due to you, you sort of light up a room." he informed her. "Well, you probably know that already, being in the entertainment business."

 

@Wayfarer

Share this post


Link to post

"Just don't steal the silver!" he added, picking up a fork "Well, silver plate" he amended, examining a fork and toying with it as they chatted.

 

"So you sayin' I'm a thief? Just cuz I work in a saloon? " Caroline took umbrage but then waved it off with a smile, "I know, just teasin'. Well, ya better be just teasin'."

 

"Ah, this place isn't bad for little town like Kalispell, is it? In fact it's very nice. Mind you, that's probably due to you, you sort of light up a room." he informed her.

 

"Wait! Why did my dress catch on fire?" she quipped, he sure was laying on the compliments with a trowel.

 

"Well, you probably know that already, being in the entertainment business."

 

"I don't wanna sound like I'm bragging but I am good at what I do.  But that's when I'm performin', doin' my job. Here and now, I'm just plain Caroline Mundee, the girl who was happy to be asked out on a date."

 

She did not want to stand out, she just wanted to blend in for this one short evening.

 

 

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"So you sayin' I'm a thief? Just cuz I work in a saloon? " Caroline took umbrage but then waved it off with a smile, "I know, just teasin'. Well, ya better be just teasin'."

 

Joe was taken a little a-back. Caroline was touchy. His careless joke had hurt her, stung her in a sensitive place. She'd laughed it off sure, and saying sorry would only make it worse. But lesson learned. 

 

"Ah, this place isn't bad for little town like Kalispell, is it? In fact it's very nice. Mind you, that's probably due to you, you sort of light up a room." he informed her.

 

"Wait! Why did my dress catch on fire?" she quipped, he sure was laying on the compliments with a trowel.

 

"Well, you probably know that already, being in the entertainment business."

 

He'd touched her again, but this time in a good way. Another lesson learned. 

 

"I don't wanna sound like I'm bragging but I am good at what I do.  But that's when I'm performin', doin' my job. Here and now, I'm just plain Caroline Mundee, the girl who was happy to be asked out on a date."

 

"Well good! Let's talk about now. What do you like the look of on the menu?" he said jauntily. He was getting a sense that Caroline Mundee was a far more complicated character than perhaps he had banked on. He knew she was pretty, he knew she was funny, he knew she was talented. There was a shadow there, though. Shadows were cast by the past. He was determined to keep everything in the present. Now. Now was the only time that mattered. 

 

"Hey, this isn't bad." he said, having a look himself.

 

@Wayfarer

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"Well good! Let's talk about now. What do you like the look of on the menu?" he said jauntily.

 

Caroline picked up one of the menus, it wasn't a large one but then most places out west didn't even have menus, they would be chalked onto a board posted on a wall. But these were all printed out nice and fancy like.

 

"Alright lemme give it a look see," she studied it, skimming down the entrees. Mostly beef dishes not surprising in ranch country.

 

"Hey, this isn't bad." he said, having a look himself.

 

"I'm sure it's quite a bit better than army food, leastwise from what Ralph sez when he served in the army," Caroline commented then smiled as she focused on one dish in particular.

 

"Hey, I think I got my choice. Roast duck. I mean I've had chicken and I like that but never tried duck. Kind of pricey though," she glanced for his reaction.

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"I'm sure it's quite a bit better than army food, leastwise from what Ralph sez when he served in the army," Caroline commented then smiled as she focused on one dish in particular.

 

"Ralph, that's the barkeep at your place right?" he checked. "He probably served in the war, that's a different story. The chow at the Fort isn't too bad, especially for the officers." he could have gone on to tell her that as he was now based in town, near the telegraph office where he could send in his weather balloon reports, Army food wasn't even an issue. But he didn't want to just sit there droning on about himself. Also, she didn't think he would be very impressed by his little weather balloons, they weren't exactly glamorous, like a cavalry charge. 

 

"Hey, I think I got my choice. Roast duck. I mean I've had chicken and I like that but never tried duck. Kind of pricey though," she glanced for his reaction.

 

"Have two!" he laughed. "Money no object, you've gotta know my family owns half the orchards in Vermont. You think I'm bragging? Never heard of greene Apples?" he boasted in a jocular manner. 

 

"Yeah, let's try the duck. Hmm, maybe a Beaujolais with that." he hummed and hawed at the wine menu. "And if we don't like it, we'll come back tomorrow and try something else!" he grinned. 

 

@Wayfarer

Share this post


Link to post

"Ralph, that's the barkeep at your place right?" he checked. "He probably served in the war, that's a different story. The chow at the Fort isn't too bad, especially for the officers."

 

"He did, in the Union cavalry," Caroline nodded.

 

They now studied the menu and Caroline quickly decided on the roast duck though if he seemed to be less than enthusiastic about the price, she might reconsider.

 

"Have two!" he laughed. "Money is no object, you've gotta know my family owns half the orchards in Vermont. You think I'm bragging? Never heard of greene Apples?"

 

"No, not really," the joke went right over the saloon girl's head. In her life she honestly was not familiar with all the various brands of apples there were. To her an apple was an apple.

 

"Mostly I eat'em in pies," she smiled.

 

"Yeah, let's try the duck. Hmm, maybe a Beaujolais with that." he hummed and hawed at the wine menu.

 

Caroline figured that fancy name was some kind of expensive wine. Again not her area of expertise. She was more of a whiskey drinker or scotch or bourbon on rare occasion.

 

"If you say so," she nodded. If it had alcohol in it, she'd drink pretty much anything.

 

"And if we don't like it, we'll come back tomorrow and try something else!"

 

"Oh so you think we're gonna be doin' this regular?" she raised one eyebrow.

 

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"He did, in the Union cavalry," Caroline nodded.

 

"Oh, he'd get on with my old man, and my Grandpa, too. They're Cavalry through and through. Me, I'm more the sitting in a restaurant with a pretty girl type."

 

He made a weak joke about the family orchards which fell as flat as an apple pan dowdy. 

 

"Mostly I eat'em in pies," she smiled.

 

Joe feigned a serious and professional frown "Ooooh, you need Cookers for that: Northern Spy or Gravenstein. But please don't get me stated on apples: of all the subjects I can be boring about, that's the worst." he informed her, self-effacingly.

 

They decided on what to eat, and the young officer mooted the idea of coming back again. 

 

"Oh so you think we're gonna be doin' this regular?" she raised one eyebrow.

 

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but it may be necessary for you to accompany me again until we've tried every dish on this menu... at least three times. It'll be long arduous hours of having to listen to me droning on about apples and balloons and remount requisition forms, but you'll be doing your patriotic duty and helping the Army out immeasurably." he babbled on.

 

His mother had once advised him 'Now, when you're with a girl, Joe, don't just go on about yourself. Ask her some questions about herself' but he couldn't help thinking that with Caroline Mundee 'questions about herself' had Can of Worms written all over it. 

 

@Wayfarer

  • Made Me Laugh! 1

Share this post


Link to post

"Ooooh, you need Cookers for that: Northern Spy or Gravenstein. But please don't get me stated on apples: of all the subjects I can be boring about, that's the worst." he informed her, self-effacingly.

 

"Northern spy? Dumb name for an apple if ya ask me," Caroline observed, "But sure, enough about apples then. Not like I have anything to add to the subject anyhow other then they taste good. Well, when they ain't all mushy or rottin'."

 

They decided on what to eat, and the young officer mooted the idea of coming back again. 

 

"Oh so you think we're gonna be doin' this regular?" she raised one eyebrow.

 

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but it may be necessary for you to accompany me again until we've tried every dish on this menu... at least three times. It'll be long arduous hours of having to listen to me droning on about apples and balloons and remount requisition forms, but you'll be doing your patriotic duty and helping the Army out immeasurably." he babbled on.

 

"Oh lordy, patriotic duty huh? Well I do consider myself a patriot. I thought Mr. Lincoln was a swell president. Too bad those poor loser rebs shot him."

 

"If they'd have let women in that war, Ida joined. Course I was about 7-8 years old then," she grinned.

 

@Javia

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"Northern spy? Dumb name for an apple if ya ask me," Caroline observed, "But sure, enough about apples then. Not like I have anything to add to the subject anyhow other then they taste good. Well, when they ain't all mushy or rottin'."

 

"Actually, when Northern Spies turn, they can be used for cider making or..." he dramatically clapped his hand over his own mouth to stop himself talking about apples. 

 

They decided on what to eat, and the young officer mooted the idea of coming back again. as a patriotic duty. 

 

"Oh lordy, patriotic duty huh? Well I do consider myself a patriot. I thought Mr. Lincoln was a swell president. Too bad those poor loser rebs shot him."

 

"Worst thing that ever happened to the South, that's for sure." ruminated Greene "But I don't know about Ol' Abe. Maybe it's best to go out like that, when you're on top. I mean look at Grant: he was the idol of the North when the war ended. If he'd gone out then, he'd be held in as high esteem as President Lincoln is today. But now look, after all these scandals and the Whiskey thing..." he looked philosophical "Some men are at their best in peace, some in war."

 

"If they'd have let women in that war, Ida joined. Course I was about 7-8 years old then," she grinned.

 

He laughed. 

 

"Wouldn't fancy Lee's chances against even a half-sized Miss Mundee!" he said, giving her the benefit of his 'vast' military experience and all he had learned at West Point. "Or you could have gone as a cantinière!" he suggested. Then an odd memory buzzed around him, like an annoying fly: something he had witnessed months ago.

 

"Say, didn't I see your funny little friend dressed up as one of those particular 'ladies' one time?" he frowned.

 

 

@Wayfarer

Edited by Javia (see edit history)

Share this post


Link to post

"Worst thing that ever happened to the South, that's for sure." ruminated Greene.

 

"Not so good for Mr. Lincoln either," Caroline added dead pan.

 

"But I don't know about Ol' Abe. Maybe it's best to go out like that, when you're on top. I mean look at Grant: he was the idol of the North when the war ended. If he'd gone out then, he'd be held in as high esteem as President Lincoln is today. But now look, after all these scandals and the Whiskey thing..." he looked philosophical "Some men are at their best in peace, some in war."

 

"I don't follow the news much ...or politics. The local paper don't cover that sorta thing much and I'll be honest and admit I ain't much of a reader," she shrugged.

 

She then remarked, in jest of course, she would have loved to have been in the war as a soldier despite her young age.

 

"Wouldn't fancy Lee's chances against even a half-sized Miss Mundee!" he said.

 

"Old saying ya know, it ain't the size of the dog, it's the size of the fight in the dog," Caroline grinned.

 

"Or you could have gone as a cantinière!" he suggested.

 

"Oh I heard of 'em," she nodded, "Camp followers, right."

 

"Say, didn't I see your funny little friend dressed up as one of those particular 'ladies' one time?" he frowned.

 

Caroline had to laugh, recalling it.

 

"Yep, you did. That's Arabella, she works in the saloon. Laundry, washing floors, glasses, you name it. She's an orphan girl. But she also plays the piano and she's really good at it. A big help to me when I'm up there singing," Caroline replied.

 

"She's a character that one. Ralph sez it best I think..."

 

"Arabella is best taken in small doses but she comes at you by the gallon."

 

 

 

 

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"I don't follow the news much ...or politics. The local paper don't cover that sorta thing much and I'll be honest and admit I ain't much of a reader," she shrugged.

 

"What's going on back in Washington might not be too interesting to people out here, but pretty soon we'll have some more local politics for folks to fall out over. I hear tell the Mayor's Office is up for grabs." he mentioned. "I happened to see a list of the candidates on display at the town hall."

 

Somehow the conversation morphed from politics to piano pounders.

 

"That's Arabella, she works in the saloon. Laundry, washing floors, glasses, you name it. She's an orphan girl. But she also plays the piano and she's really good at it. A big help to me when I'm up there singing," Caroline replied.

 

"I should drop by when I'm off duty some night. I'd like to hear you both." he smiled. 

 

"She's a character that one. Ralph sez it best I think...Arabella is best taken in small doses but she comes at you by the gallon."

 

"Yeah, I think I danced with her at some kind of barn dance I was ordered to attend by the Colonel. Might have ben before you came to town. She... oh well, I just remembered some more of my Mother's advice: she told me if you want a girl to like you, don't talk about other women to them! Even Arabellas."

 

@Wayfarer

 

Share this post


Link to post

"Ah yeah, the mayor's election. Why should I care who wins? I can't even vote in it,"Caroline waved it off. Oh she would clap for and cheer on Mr. Priest whom her boss was pushing to win but she personally did not give a damn.

 

He then mentioned being interested in listening to her and Ara perform.

 

"Please do. I don't want to sound like I'm braggin' but most folks say I've got a real nice singing voice. I admit my dancing is not that special but I just show them a little leg.......or more than a little...and they clap alright," she informed him.

 

Turns out the lieutenant possibly had even danced with Arabella at some town dance. Bet Ara enjoyed that, good fer her!

 

"Yeah, must have been before I arrived in town. No local dances for me yet...besides I got a feelin' my sort would not be welcomed at any such town affair. Those things are for proper folks."

 

Seemingly Ara had been in attendance, but it was different, she was still a child. They would probably cut her some slack. Saloon entertainers though, they were often lumped in with whores, fair or not. Life wasn't fair.

 

 

Share this post


Link to post

"Ah yeah, the mayor's election. Why should I care who wins? I can't even vote in it, "Caroline waved it off. Oh she would clap for and cheer on Mr. Priest whom her boss was pushing to win but she personally did not give a damn.

 

Greene shrugged. "Maybe not, but the person who's elected could make your life a lot better or a whole lot worse. You ever hear of a abomination that goes by the name of a 'dry county'? The poor b... er, denizens of a place like that probably didn't realise until too late what they were voting in." he laughed, although it was no laughing matter: reformers and prohibitionists were even in these early decades starting to make their voices heard. 

 

He then mentioned being interested in listening to her and Ara perform.

 

"Please do. I don't want to sound like I'm braggin' but most folks say I've got a real nice singing voice. I admit my dancing is not that special but I just show them a little leg.......or more than a little...and they clap alright," she informed him.

 

"I can imagine!" he smiled. But it was a nice smile. A friendly smile. Not the sort of lascivious smile that indicated that he already had been imagining... frequently. 

 

They talked of the famous Dance.

 

"Yeah, must have been before I arrived in town. No local dances for me yet...besides I got a feelin' my sort would not be welcomed at any such town affair. Those things are for proper folks."

 

Greene frowned. He didn't like to think of this beautiful woman being denigrated in any way: though he was not unaware of the snobby often hypocritical attitude of those who felt them selves a cut above the type of folks who worked in certain professions, including soldiers - at least the non-commissioned kind. Sometimes with good reason, often times not.

 

"You know, one of my aunts once had our family tree drawn up, just like the noble families of Europe. The fellow who did it even drew it like a tree, leaves, and apples, and all. We're real Vermont blue-bloods, you see, despite the green name. Aunt Mary-Anne expected our forefathers to have come across on the Mayflower, or with Captain Smith to Jamestown."

 

He smiled happily at the memory of it.

 

"Imagine her delight when the feller delivered our family tree and revealed that the first Greene to set foot on American soil was an indentured servant, a virtual slave, who'd been transported here for, get this, stealing apples from some rich lord's orchard!" 

 

He enjoyed the memory of his snobby aunt's discomfort for a moment then returned to the present.

 

"So you see, in a hundred years time... the president of the United States will be tracing his roots back to a beautiful saloon singer in old Kalispell and a tramp in the street'll be vaguely aware that he is descended from the once great Greenes of Vermont." He shrugged. "Who cares, rich man, poor man, beggar man thief." he looked into the depths of her blue eyes "... or lady, baby, gypsy, queen."

 

@Wayfarer

 

 

 

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

He tried to make it sound important enough that she should be interested in local politics but really what good did being interested do her? She could not change anything. She could not vote so to hell with it. The people she lived with, worked with were what was important to her. But she wasn't going to argue with him about it.

 

"Sure, I reckon," Caroline shrugged.

 

Then handsome young soldier...correction, officer now launched into a nice long tale of his family roots. It was fascinating really he knew all that much about his family history and those who came before. She didn't know a damn thing about such things in her own life. She was pretty damn sure the woman she called Ma had been the one to give birth to her but she was not positive. And there was even more doubt about her father or step father. No matter, they had been a family and stuck together til two out of three died. So now it was just her. Well, her and her saloon family.

 

"Interestin'," she nodded, enjoying the way he told the story as much as the actual story.

 

"So you see, in a hundred years time... the president of the United States will be tracing his roots back to a beautiful saloon singer in old Kalispell and a tramp in the street'll be vaguely aware that he is descended from the once great Greenes of Vermont." He shrugged. "Who cares, rich man, poor man, beggar man thief." he looked into the depths of her blue eyes "... or lady, baby, gypsy, queen."

 

"Not gonna happen that way. I'm never gonna get married and I ain't gonna have any children so no one is descendin' from me, hon. But I liked yer tellin' of it," she liked him, this dinner date had turned out better than she had figured it would.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"Not gonna happen that way. I'm never gonna get married and I ain't gonna have any children so no one is descendin' from me, hon. But I liked yer tellin' of it," she liked him, this dinner date had turned out better than she had figured it would.

 

Joseph couldn't think of a reply to that: it seemed so final and sort of sad: almost a declaration of... was 'genetic suicide' the right word. If he never had children, if he had no direct descendants, it would be sad but he'd live with it. But Caroline sounded so determined not to, as if continuing her story into the far future would be anathema to her. Luckily the waiter came, then, to take their orders. 

 

Back East, the gentleman would order for the lady: but things were a little more egalitarian out West, and Caroline was no simpering girl to be ordered for. 

 

"What'll you have?" he asked "Still keen on the duck?" 

 

Two people, a man and a woman, ordering food in a restaurant: It was a humdrum enough event: but that was the beauty of it. He wasn't a dashing army officer fighting Indians, she wasn't a glamourous saloon singer belting out a tune to a bar full of rowdy cowboys: Two people, a man and a woman, ordering food in a restaurant.

 

@Wayfarer

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

He ended that subject once she definitively informed she would not ever be making her part of his imagined future come true. It was fine though, he liked his story telling, his voice, his easy way of conversing. In short, he was good company.

 

"What'll you have?" he asked "Still keen on the duck?" 

 

"Oh yeah, a lot keener on the duck than it is on me I reckon," Caroline smiled then looked up at the waiter.

 

"Gimme the duck...maybe some potatoes...roasted. Oh and if we get bread with the meal, make sure there is butter," she directed the fellow.

 

"This place serve alcohol?" she wanted a drink.

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"Oh yeah, a lot keener on the duck than it is on me I reckon," Caroline smiled then looked up at the waiter.

 

The Lieutenant chuckled at Caroline's bon mot

 

"Gimme the duck...maybe some potatoes...roasted. Oh and if we get bread with the meal, make sure there is butter," she directed the fellow.

 

"I'll have the same as the lady" chimed in Joseph "And the '67 Beaujolais, please."

 

"This place serve alcohol?" she wanted a drink.

 

"Yes, er, bring us an aperitif." He said commandingly and glanced at the menu again "A fino maybe, with the hors d'oeuvres." 

 

"Very good, Sir." bowed the waiter, showing that his hair was parted perfectly in the middle.

 

He went and came back very swiftly, bearing a little plate of amuse bouche and two glasses of the pale dry sherry. 

 

He held up the glass and looked at it, then smelled it. Not bad, considering how way out west they were. There was nothing ostentatious about this, he did it swiftly and without drawing attention to his appreciation of the 'real McCoy' But before he actually took a sip, he held up his glass to the beautiful blonde sitting opposite. 

 

"So, here's to the Single life and no kids!" he toasted her. 

 

@Wayfarer

Edited by Javia (see edit history)

Share this post


Link to post

Caroline actually knew the one fancy word was a wine plus she recognized 'apertif'. But 'fino', nope no idea. She simply smiled until the waiter departed.

 

"Are you showing off? I thought we were eating in an American restaurant," she inquired.

 

It did not take the fellow long to come back with two fine glasses of some sort of wine, probably weak stuff compared to what she liked to drink but alcohol was alcohol. She'd drink it without comment.

 

He then held up his glass to the beautiful blonde sitting opposite. 

 

"So, here's to the Single life and no kids!" he toasted her. 

 

"Is that what you want in your future too? You will be disappointing a lot of women I believe," she then klinked glasses with him and took a polite swallow.  Alright, nothing great.

 

"I will have you know that I have nothing against children. In fact I like them, I feel like I have a sister now in Arabella I never had back in my youth."

 

"But when I told you there will never be kids that's because there never can be kids, if you follow me?"

 

Just in case he didn't, she decided to explain. Strange, first it was sleeping with Brendan and now revealing a long held secret... she wasn't quite sure why she was doing this sort of thing lately.

 

"Back in Chicago, I was ....well, really quite young, when I was assaulted by a soldier boy and it was very rough. The doctor told me I was never going to be able to have babies anymore, he didn't go inta details and I didn't ask for any either."    

 

Though it was nothing to smile about, she managed one anyhow then sipped the drink again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Wow! 1

Share this post


Link to post

"Are you showing off? I thought we were eating in an American restaurant," she inquired.

 

"Showing off?!" frowned the Lieutenant, then broke into a grin "Of course I'm showing of. I'm trying to impress a beautiful woman. If I didn't want to show off, I'd have taken you to that Lick Spill It place instead." 

 

They drank the dry sherry that was supposed to make them hungry enough to eat the whole menu.

 

"So, here's to the Single life and no kids!" he toasted her. 

 

"Is that what you want in your future too? You will be disappointing a lot of women I believe," she then klinked glasses with him and took a polite swallow.  Alright, nothing great.

 

"Wha.. was that flattery? I like it! Keep it up." he joked, but then shrugged more seriously. "I don't know. I'm not sure what I want. I guess I'm just kicking around until... what? Some great revelation. You seem pretty sure, at least, about not wanting to start a family." 

 

"I will have you know that I have nothing against children. In fact I like them, I feel like I have a sister now in Arabella I never had back in my youth."

 

Joseph smiled in a small, understanding way. 

 

"But when I told you there will never be kids that's because there never can be kids, if you follow me?"

 

"Yeah" he said automatically, but then changed his plea to "... I mean no."

 

"Back in Chicago, I was ....well, really quite young, when I was assaulted by a soldier boy and it was very rough. The doctor told me I was never going to be able to have babies anymore, he didn't go inta details and I didn't ask for any either."    

 

"Oh Jesus, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked!" he exclaimed, nearly knocking his glass over. It was such a shocking revelation that he forgot that he, in fact, hadn't asked. 

 

He shook his head, looking down at the table. At that moment he felt very young and inexperienced and like a babe in the woods compared to the deeply lived lives, for good or bad, of others who were little older, even younger than himself. 

 

"Caroline, I don't know what to say. 'I'm sorry that it happened' isn't enough. I feel ashamed. Ashamed for all of my sex. God. That's just awful. I'm sorry." he shook his head again and stared at the table cloth, clearly upset ad shocked at her revelation. 

 

He felt useless and embarrassed at his inexperience in the ways of the world. So much for 'showing off'.

 

@Wayfarer

 

Edited by Javia (see edit history)
  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

"Showing off?!" frowned the Lieutenant, then broke into a grin "Of course I'm showing of. I'm trying to impress a beautiful woman. If I didn't want to show off, I'd have taken you to that Lick Spill It place instead." 

 

"Aww, again with the compliments," Caroline smiled, "But actually Lick Skillet has good food and the whole menu is in American too."

 

They toasted with the sherry then. It was alright, hope he didn't have to pay too much for this though, she thought. Then just like that, the topic of conversation got real serious, well that was her fault really. She up and told him her unfortunate encounter as a teenager. With a soldier too though she hadn't included that bit. But perhaps she shouldn't have been so blunt? It knocked him for a loop.

 

"Caroline, I don't know what to say. 'I'm sorry that it happened' isn't enough. I feel ashamed. Ashamed for all of my sex. God. That's just awful. I'm sorry." he shook his head again and stared at the table cloth.

 

"Whoa there, general. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you weren't there, it wasn't your fault.  I got nothing against men. Hell, they're my best customers. You know what they say - life ain't fair. It sure wasn't fair for me that time. But I haven't let it spoil my time here on earth. I enjoy life, I love my job, the saloon is my home and the folks there my family.  So please, don't get all sad and glum. I was promised a good time," she pointed out very calmly, almost matter of fact.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

Caroline's revelation had knocked all the puff out of Joseph. He felt like it had only just happened, it behoved him to be respectfully doleful and mirthless, he even apologised for the incident.

 

"Whoa there, general. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you weren't there, it wasn't your fault.  I got nothing against men. Hell, they're my best customers. You know what they say - life ain't fair. It sure wasn't fair for me that time. But I haven't let it spoil my time here on earth. I enjoy life, I love my job, the saloon is my home and the folks there my family.  So please, don't get all sad and glum."

 

The saloon girl did a good job of assuring Joseph that he need not take the hit for another man's crime. But he couldn't help thinking 'There but for the grace of God go I'. 

 

I was promised a good time," she pointed out very calmly, almost matter of fact.

 

He nodded. "Yeah, I did promise that." he spoke quietly and gave a grim, tight little smile, where a minute ago he had been laughing broadly. 

 

He looked up at her. She was still Caroline Mundee, the glamorous saloon singer, she was still beautiful, but she was different to him now. She wasn't just 'a woman', she was a real person: like his sisters or cousins or the one other female he had ever been able to call, legitimately, a friend. 

 

He no longer felt the urge to impress her; to be 'charming and funny'; even to deliver on the promised 'good time'. It was rather freeing, in a way.

 

He picked up on what she had just said.

 

"So, you've told me one of the terrible times of your life, hopefully nothing has ever been worse than that: what was the best thing that ever happened to you?" he asked. Kinda corny, but it moved them on to something brighter without ignoring the presence of the shade that had blighted her early life. 

 

@Wayfarer

 

 

 

 

Edited by Javia (see edit history)
  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

He nodded. "Yeah, I did promise that." he spoke quietly and gave a grim, tight little smile, where a minute ago he had been laughing broadly. 

 

"And I'd expect a proper gentleman to keep his promises," she added.

 

"So, you've told me one of the terrible times of your life, hopefully nothing has ever been worse than that: what was the best thing that ever happened to you?"

 

She nodded, "Well actually somethin' worse did happen to me even worse than that. But you don't wanna hear about it so.......lemme think..........best thing...best thing."

 

There was a pregnant pause.

 

"Sorry, it's not like I can't think of one, there's been plenty of good things in my life. But just to narrow it down to one, huh. Alright..........yeah alright, I do remember how happy I felt the day that I stood up in front of all the customers in my Pa's saloon and he let me sing a number.  I remember the looks too I got from some of those men........like as if to say what the hell's that stupid kid doin' up there," she was smiling now as she spoke.

 

"It was strange....I shoulda been more scared - I mean not like I'd ever done it before. Plus I was ...well, not quite fourteen yet. But I wasn't....wasn't scared that is. I was sure of myself I knew all the words, I'd sung the song many times before. My Ma loved hearing me sing it."

 

"But this was just me and all these hard men, it was a rough part of Chicago. Anyhow I just up and sang it like I'd been doin' this fer years. And the crowd......well, they sat or stood there and listened and I could see the looks on a few of their faces when I did sneak a peek down....I had their full attention alright."

 

"When I finished, I got a big round of applause and cheerin' too. They loved me. But here's the best part.  I got off that stage then and went back behind the bar - I needed to grab glasses to wash and bring out other ones. But my father he just looked down on me and...........well, he often could be a real hard man...he had to be to run a place like that. And he could be demandin' of me too when it came to doin' all the chores n' such. But he looked down at me and his eyes were different. He smiled at me and said ....just these words...I remember them as clear as if I heard 'em yesterday..."

 

"My little angel....I'm proud of you ya know..."

 

Caroline now gave a contented sigh, her tale done. She hoped he liked it because that was just how it had happened. And back then she knew right then and there what she wanted to do with her life. That had never changed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Share this post


Link to post

Joseph watched Caroline intensely as she told the story of her first performance. It didn't sound like a thing she had told a lot of people before: this was no stale, rehearsed repartee; she seemed to be reaching down into her heart for the first time, and sometimes, in the telling of it, struggled to piece it together and find words to express what had happened and how she had felt about it.

 

Frankly, he felt a little privileged that the brassy blonde who had a smart answer for everything had revealed to him something just as private and meaningful to him as her previous tale of woe. Maybe she didn't mind revealing her vulnerable side to him because she saw him as, yeuk, harmless.

 

Of course, after all this, he then went and managed to put his size 12 cavalry boots in his mouth. 

 

"That's wonderful" he said "So is the old man still in Chicago? You ever hear from him?" he asked jauntily.   

Edited by Javia (see edit history)

Share this post


Link to post

"That's wonderful" he said.

 

Caroline was glad he liked the story, she actually enjoyed telling it, it brought back the fondest of memories. But then...

 

"So is the old man still in Chicago? You ever hear from him?" he asked jauntily. 

 

Again she did not blame him even though he brought up a most sore topic for her. How would he have known? The question was a fair one. 

 

"Remember when I said there was something even worse in my life than when I was ...you know. Well, he's dead. He was trying to break up a brawl in the saloon and this man pulled a gun and shot him dead. My Pa wasn't armed, he broke up fights with his fists, he was a big strong man. And this fella....he didn't just shoot him. He meant to make sure he killed him, he put two more shots in him after he was on the floor...."  she paused, this memory too was clear, she'd never forget it.

 

"I was there, I saw it happen. I was not quite fifteen. Ma was already gone, she had got some sort of disease and went pretty fast. So I was alone. They took the saloon, I had no rights to it cuz my folks had never actually legally married," she explained.

 

"Yer not gonna get all upset and sad again I hope?" she suddenly asked. After all he had asked and she had just told the truth of it.

 

  • Love 1

Share this post


Link to post

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now

About Sagas

Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.

Connect With Us On

discord_white

If you would like to join the Sagas' Discord server or are already a member, click the image to open the Discord web application.

Site Credits

Founders: Stormwolfe & Longshot

Sagas' Rating

sagas-rating

×
×
  • Create New...