Roy and Holly hadn't even gotten through the fort's gate before Roy was on Holly with his patented Heat of the Moment Kiss. Maybe the call of the Wild West emboldened him.
Ok, break it up already! You guys can do that at home. Let's see what else this world has to offer.
A casino! Gambling. Drinking. Getting hit on by the locals.
Roy does as he's told and plays low stakes, but comes out a winner. Holly ignores me and goes to another machine to play high stakes. ...And speaking of HIGH, check out the Elder in the Sky. Her name is White Lilac Apache.
Thankfully, Holly finally got past her losing streak and won big time. But enough gambling for now.
White Lilac took a likin' to Roy and asked him to slow dance. Roy obliged.
Then she continued to follow him around...even waiting patiently outside the toilet stall for him. Strong-minded women, them Apaches.
I thought I'd rescue Roy and I sent them into town. The seedy side of town, as it turned out. We came upon what appeared to be a cat house--you know the kind I mean.
There were several beds conveniently located upstairs.
And the downstairs offered amenities for those with more adventurous tastes.
I decided we'd skip that establishment for now, especially when I spotted this unusual lady lurking near the back entrance.
Next door to the, uh, hotel was a saloon. I noticed the back room looked like the floor was stained with blood. That couldn't be good. We gave this place a miss too.
There was some kind of gypsy house nearby. Not sure what this married couple were waiting for. They looked pretty grim. Did they need a love potion to spice up their marriage? Or were they after an instant divorce spell? Could have been either. Or both.
Now this is better! A nice, upscale sports bar. Great, huh Roy?
Roy: I want to brawl.
Me: What? You've never wanted to do that before!
Roy: I don't like the looks of that guy.
Holly: Yah, Roy's right. I don't like him either!
Me: Well, if you can pick a fight, Roy, go for it. I won't stop you.
Roy: Oh, I can pick a fight, all right!
I told Roy to go introduce himself. Roy took it from there. He chose to badmouth the bartender, who I guess was a friend of the Blonde's. Roy said something about the man's parents and then discussed his "problems."
Roy: Easy to tell the guy has issues. Look at that outfit he's wearing!
Me: That's his work uniform.
Roy: He likes wearing it.
The next thing I know, a full moon had risen outside, and Roy is shoving the poor dude up against the bar stools.
Dude shoves him back. And Roy gets his wish to brawl.
Then, of course, Roy wants to WIN the brawl. I accepted the wish and waited to see Roy take the guy apart.
Holly and the other lady sitting at the bar got out of the way. Only Roy and the Blonde did any fighting. No one else felt inclined to face Roy. They all gave him his space. ...Naturally, Roy won the brawl.
Then I happened to see the hoosegow connected to the bar.
Me: Uh oh, maybe you should settle down a bit, Roy.
Roy: There ain't no jail that can hold me!
Me: Getting a little rowdy there, Roy.
Roy: You DID see me smash that guy's face in, didn't you?
Me: Real nice, Roy. What a gentleman you are.
Holly and Roy had a couple of drinks. They even played some civilized games of darts and shuffleboard with the locals. Then the bar closed.
By the time Roy and Holly got back to the fort and had "snuggled" in bed, dawn had arrived. They'd partied all night.
