Dueling Pistols

L͞͞a͞͞d͞͞i͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞n͞͞d͞͞ W͞͞h͞͞i͞͞s͞͞k͞͞e͞͞y͞͞

                          -SWEARING NOTICE-
          As the sun stays high in the sky, Wyatt and Marshal pull up to the town of Twineanton, known for its great service for men if you know what I mean.
            "Oh boy~ Twineaton eh? You know what they're known for here right Partner?" says Marshal.
          "We're only here for a night to take a break and stock up. And then maybe we'll get a drink at the bar." responds Wyatt.
                 "I see you're a man of culture, that's another drink to that!"
            Bullet trots up to an Inn as both men hop off, and walk into the building.
         "Ah, hello there fine gentlemen. How can I help you two today?" asks the counter man.
                  "Would you happen to have a room available for a night?" responds Wyatt.
           "Ah, I indeed have a room for you two. Though may I add it's a single bed."
                     "W-what? I think we'll pas-" begins Marshal.
               "We'll take it, how much for a night?" asks Wyatt.
               "5 coins fine sir. I'll add in a nice lady for extra if you'd like."
           "We'll pass," Wyatt tosses the man 5 gold coins, "thank you for your services."
                 "Oh!" they head up the stairs as the man shouts after them, "Top floor to your right, enjoy your stay!"
            They go up to the room as they get a look around. There's indeed one bed, rather large too so they shouldn't have to worry about any contact.
         "Not to bad. Anyways, nice work on finding this place. I suppose we should go get supplies?" suggests Marshal.
                "I suppose," Wyatt tosses him 10 coins, "that should be enough for some food and water. I seen a local market on the way in, you can go there."
           "And what about you? What're you going to do?"
              "I'm going to go and get a wash in the river behind the bar, then I'll come back. Sound fair?"
          "Not really, and personally. I think we both need a wash, so how about your come with me. Then we go to the river and grab a drink after."
                      "You had me at drinks. I'm in."
           They both leave the room and head outside to the bustling town and head towards the market place. They enter a store where they got a variety of meats, vegetables, and wine. Wyatt attempts to head over to the wine but Marshal drags him over to the grand section of potatoes.
        "Potatoes?Really?!" exclaims Wyatt.
       "They last the longest, plus are very good over a fire. So I say we say least get 8, two for each of us until two days from now. By then we'll be done and most likely have come across another town." explains Marshal, grabbing 8 from the stand.
              They go to the cash and pay for the potatoes and they leave the store and browse around for a water jug for Marshal. They come across one that has rather nice embossed metal top.
         "Oo~ I like this one! I'll take it! How much for it?" Marshal asks.
                  "That'll be 3 coins."
          Marshal quickly pays and finds Wyatt. They then both head over to the river to fill up their water jugs for the long ride ahead. Once filled up, they head back to their room to drop off the water jugs and potatoes.
           "So, to the bar?" asks Marshal.
     "About time, I need a drink. What do you say, whiskey or rum?" Wyatt questions.
           "Why not both? I could also add tequila to that list if I may?"
         "I'm liking you more by the minute. Drinks are on me tonight then!"
             Wyatt pats Marshal on the back on the way out and towards the bar down the street, which is next door to a men's club. They enter the bar and immediately order two shots of their finest rum and tequila. As they sit down to the bar, they're brang their bottles.
          "So tell me, when'd you start drinking?" asks Marshal.
              "I was about 16 when i had my first bottle of whiskey. And my tastes expanded from that point on for the next 30 years if my life almost, and you?" Wyatt responds after taking a shot of both drinks.
         "Not too bad, I had my first drink about 2 years ago. And it turns out, I have a great tolerance for drinking."
     "Lucky bastard, I can only take a few shots of whiskey before I'm going off the trail and I act nuts."
            "Really?" Marshal drinks his shots," Great to know, two shots of your strongest whiskey kind sir!"
       The bartender brings over two shot glasses filled to the brim with whiskey. Both men take it in one swing as Wyatt keeps asking for more at a constant rate, but Marshal keeps it easy.

             After hours,Marshal seems mostly sober as Wyatt acts like he's never stopped drinking for days.
      "WHOOO~! Another round please!!!" Wyatt exclaims.
            "Please don't... We'll be fine thank you sir. How much do we owe you for tonight?" Marshal asks, a hand placed on his forehead.
     "It's on the house, every Friday it's free shots for all."
         "By luck, thank you once again! I'll just be taking my friend here back to his room before he embarrasses either of us anymore!"
       "What?! NOOOOOOO!!!!!! You can't make Me sheriff~!"
              "son of a bitch," Marshal helps Wyatt out the door as the men's club catches his eye, "Hey Wyatt, you looking for a good time?"
          "YEAH~~~~!"
       "Perfect. I got just the place for you."
      Marshal leads him inside where there's already two women waiting for them but the door.
           "Hey there boys, we heard you wanted a good time?" one lady asks.
      "Yes indeed, though be easy on my partner here. He's had a bit too much whiskey for the night."
            "I'll take him off your shoulder's for you," replies the other lady and takes Wyatt to the back as the first lady does the same with Marshal.
      "Howdy Partner, how're you doing tonight?" asks the lady with Marshal.
              "Doesn't matter, it's about to be a lot better no matter what!"

            About half an hour later, both men come out from separate rooms with women behind them. Marshal looks back at the lady as she pulls his hat over his face.
         "I got one last surprise for you honey, alright?"
      "Mhm, I already feel great but one last goodbye kiss couldn't hurt."
               "Oh trust me, every lady gives a last goodbye kiss," adds the lady with Wyatt, who also has his eyes covered by his hat.
          The lady's give eachother a smirk as the lead both of the men to face eachother. Guiding them together, the ladies both giggle a bit.
        "Aw come on lady, you know I hate waiting~" says Wyatt.
             "You don't have to, just do it yourself if you're so anxious." says one lady.
            Marshal suddenly slowly begins to take off his hat from his face as he's stopped mid process by a passionate kiss of his lips. Without even taking his hat off fully, the ladies snatch the hat's off both men's head. Marshal continues to look in shock as both ladies giggle behind him as he is looking Wyatt square in his drunken face which is kissimg his without realization.
          After a moment or two longer, Wyatt breaks off from Marshal who is still confused on what just happened. Wyatt finally looks at Marshal and in his drunken state, just laughs it off.
         "My my, I now can imagine why Marribelle left me now~," he puts both of his arms arounf Marshal's neck, "You're pretty good of a kisser I must admit. Maybe I should try it again sometime?"
         Marshal has gotten a bit red in his cheeks as he holds outa hand in which a shot is placed as he quickly chugs it, before tossing it against the wall.
              "Eh, screw it. Who's one more gonna hurt?"
      Wyatt takes this as a yes and goes back in and continues to kiss Marshal, who's going with it this time. The ladies almost look shocked as they walk off, leaving the two alone.
           "Dang, talk about having a great time... GET A ROOM!" shouts back one of the ladies.
        Marshal and Wyatt break apart again as Marshal seems much more invested this time by what just happened.
            "You feel better now?" he asks Wyatt, who's looking at him with a smile.
        "Indeed, let's go back to the room for the night." he responds, sounding the slightest more sober.
               "I was hoping you'd say that, I'm tired as fuck. We'll get a wash in the river before we leave tomorrow."
          "Sounds perfect to me~ But I'm not tired...."
       "Too bad then, cause I am."
               "You~ Son of a Biatch-"Marshal begins to drag him out, "Unhand me you fowl fiend!!! I thought we had something?!"
         "You're drunk, that's what we had between us."
     Wyatt stays quiet the rest of the way back to their room as Marshal gets into bed after getting undressed. Both men fall asleep not long after.