Trixie/Sheehan!

[heyboss]

It's been a long fucking trek and Sheehan is more than happy to get off his ass and walk a while. The streets are full of dirt and shit, but anything's better than a saddle. And, for him, it's all part of the adventure of the place. He isn't naïve enough to think that this feeling will last forever, so he savors it while it lasts. That sort of freshly arrived excitement is a novelty in itself. He hasn't felt this way in a long time.

He meets up with Amos, unloads the supplies and medicines he brought, and gets a quick tour of the camp from his grumpy friend. While he's well aware the other man is pleased with his arrival, there was not even a smile at Sheehan's greeting. Just like old times.

The camp itself isn't much, but Sheehan can see why the doctor ended up here. It's filled with people who need help, people who wouldn't otherwise get any sort of quality care, and Sheehan already feels himself eager to get his hands dirty.

Their first stop is the Gem to check on the whores.

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[wishiwasatree]

"Nah," she smiles, finishing her second shot. "So long as I eventually turn a trick by the end of the night he won't care."

And even then, he's not pushing her lately. She's been spending her nights with him, and even if they've left it unsaid, he's glad she didn't succeed in doing away with herself.

[heyboss]

"Well, you won't get that hanging around me all night," he says with a small smile. "But I'm not going to complain about it."

[wishiwasatree]

She shrugs her shoulders. “You can still pay me for the company,” she says with a wry grin. “I’m real good at listening.”

[heyboss]

He tucks a hand under his chin. "Yeah? So am I. And I'd rather enjoy your company like this."

[wishiwasatree]

Awh, hell, he’s a charmer. Trixie rolls her eyes and pulls a cigarette and box of matches from the front of her blouse.

“Not into fucking me, doc? Well, I can respect that.”

[heyboss]

He laughs. That's not at all what he said, but he's alright letting her think that.

"I'd rather talk to you," he says, reaching over to light the match for her.

[wishiwasatree]

Trixie dangles the cigarette from her lips and leans over to let him light it for her, letting him see a little bit down his blouse as a treat.

“I ain’t that interesting.”

[heyboss]

He peeks, just once, just because his eyes have to look somewhere, and then he's immediately on her face.

"I think you are. How long have you been here, Miss Trixie?"

[wishiwasatree]

Good; he’s still a man, after all.

“Ah, hard to tell,” she says with a casual shrug. “Been here since the founding of the camp. Employer was one of the first.”

She laughs a little to herself, though there’s not much mirth in it. “Operated out of a fucking tent in those days.”

[heyboss]

"A tent?"

He looks around the place, even more impressed.

"Looks like you've really filled out here."

[wishiwasatree]

“Al’s done alright.”

Not ‘we’ — this ain’t her business. She’s just a whore. This place’s success keeps food in her belly and a roof over her head, but she’s not proud of it.

“What d’you think about civilization coming to a place like this? We got a preacher. A newspaper. Heard poles stringing wires from ‘em coming next.”

[heyboss]

The subject change is noted, but he lets it happen. Al didn't do all of it, he wants to argue. But he's not going to say that sentence out loud in the man's own establishment.

"I think - well, coming from the city? I think it's good, but that means changes. A lot of changes."

[wishiwasatree]

"People like my boss don't like changes," she remarks quietly, taking a drag. "Not when it's got the potential to take them off their thrones."