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vocab_drabblesTitle: Muddy Boots
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 900
Characters/Pairings: Buck/Inez, Buck/OFC, hinted Vin/OFC
Warnings: None
Summary: Buck's in trouble again...
"Euuw!" Inez's nose wrinkled in disgust as she sashayed by her favorite table. These seven men were all incredible, incredible looking, incredibly skilled, and incredibly courageous. But then there was Bucklin. Bucklin, who never ceased chasing her. Bucklin, who made every other woman's head in this dusty town turn, their eyelashes flutter, and their common senses utterly and irrevocably leave them. Inez was not about to be the next woman with Bucklin's boots sticking out from underneath her bed or, as she'd heard tale, him falling out of her window.
"What is that smell?" she demanded, setting seven fresh tankards onto the table. The Seven could put away their drinks, but unlike the other idiotic men in this town, they actually handled their liquor rather than allowing it to handle them. Usually. As she peered down her nose at Bucklin, she wondered just what kind of trouble he'd landed himself into this time. He was covered in mud, reeked of alcohol and other odors to which she definitely did not want to put a name, and even had feathers sticking out of new holes in his hat! "What did you do, Senor Wilmington?!" she exclaimed in exasperation.
"Well, now, darlin'," Buck drawled, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands casually behind his dark head, "you see, I've never been able to resist a lady in distress -- "
"I am not in distress, Senor Wilmington!" she snapped, spinning on her heels.
"I wasn't talkin' about you!" Buck called after her as several of the others began chuckling.
"I don't think she cares, Buck!" JD said, poking at him. "What did you do out there at Nettie's this time?!"
"I fell," he mumbled.
"In the pig slop, from the looks of it." Nathan chuckled.
"Well, it wasn't exactly just the pigs -- "
"Thus, the feathers now adorning his hat, brothers," Josiah put in, grinning wide.
Ezra delicately shuffled his cards. "Honey, Mistah Wilmington, if you are going to insist in indulging in your pot-valor experiences, you could at least have the decency to bathe before you come into a proper establishment!"
"This ain't no proper establishment -- " Buck started at which point Inez stopped sashaying away, whirled around, and returned heatedly to their table.
"That is it, Senor Wilmington! Out!" She flexed both hands in a hurried, repeated motion at him, shooing him to his feet and causing him to start backing away from the table.
"Now, look here, darlin', I was helpin' a friend. You know Miz Nettie -- "
"You were helping her," JD hooted, "because of that new girl they're helping!"
"It ain't like that, darlin'. I swear it ain't." Inez hit him with a dish rag, but Buck kept talking, fumbling over his words and feet as he backed away toward the double doors. "I promise it ain't."
"Out!" Inez let loose with a long string of Spanish that made Ezra, Josiah, Vin, and even Chris flinch.
"What did she say?" JD asked, grinning from ear to ear, as Inez kept pushing Buck toward the door. "Told ya she'd find out, Buck!"
Inez spat some more Spanish retorts but managed to calm herself enough to say in English, "It's not about that! Out!" she exclaimed again, hitting Buck in the chest with her rag and sending him fumbling backwards out of her doors. "And when you can properly respect at least a woman's establishment -- because I know you'll never actually respect a woman -- then maybe you can come back!" She turned around just as one of the swinging doors hit Buck in the chest as he started to re-enter the saloon.
Inez whipped around, rag held high in her hand, and met him with fierce daggers in her brown eyes. Buck held up both hands in retreat. "All right, all right! I'm sorry! I didn't mean any harm!"
"Sure, you didn't! You're always the same, Bucklin, always thinking you can charm any senorita or senora for that matter!"
"Well, I mean, I can -- "
"No, you can't!"
"Yeah," JD called from their table, "that's why Elizabeth baked Vin a peach pie and didn't make anything for you!"
Buck's face fell in a definite pout. "She said she was going to make me one this afternoon!"
"She lied to you!" JD called.
"OUT!" Inez insisted, again hitting Buck in the chest with her dish rag.
"Fine, fine!" Buck's mustache trembled as, both hands still held up, he walked backwards out the door. Maybe he could ride back out to Nettie's and persuade Lizzie to make him a pie before returning and soothing Inez's anger. She had to be jealous, he thought, his mustache giving a little, excited jump. There could be no other reason for her to be so angry with him!
"And take a bath while you're at it!"
"Aw, darlin', it can't be that bad -- "
A couple of cattle rustlers walked pass him, waving their grubby hands before their noses. Buck tried to go back in with them, but Inez was there waiting and promptly slapped him again with her rag. "Not until you take a bath!"
"Fine! Fine!" Holding his hands up in surrender, Buck turned and walked away. As he headed down the boardwalk, head hung, he stole a glance around, made certain nobody was watching, and lifted his arms. He immediately changed his direction. A bath might be a wise idea after all, especially if he wanted pie!
The End
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 900
Characters/Pairings: Buck/Inez, Buck/OFC, hinted Vin/OFC
Warnings: None
Summary: Buck's in trouble again...
"Euuw!" Inez's nose wrinkled in disgust as she sashayed by her favorite table. These seven men were all incredible, incredible looking, incredibly skilled, and incredibly courageous. But then there was Bucklin. Bucklin, who never ceased chasing her. Bucklin, who made every other woman's head in this dusty town turn, their eyelashes flutter, and their common senses utterly and irrevocably leave them. Inez was not about to be the next woman with Bucklin's boots sticking out from underneath her bed or, as she'd heard tale, him falling out of her window.
"What is that smell?" she demanded, setting seven fresh tankards onto the table. The Seven could put away their drinks, but unlike the other idiotic men in this town, they actually handled their liquor rather than allowing it to handle them. Usually. As she peered down her nose at Bucklin, she wondered just what kind of trouble he'd landed himself into this time. He was covered in mud, reeked of alcohol and other odors to which she definitely did not want to put a name, and even had feathers sticking out of new holes in his hat! "What did you do, Senor Wilmington?!" she exclaimed in exasperation.
"Well, now, darlin'," Buck drawled, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands casually behind his dark head, "you see, I've never been able to resist a lady in distress -- "
"I am not in distress, Senor Wilmington!" she snapped, spinning on her heels.
"I wasn't talkin' about you!" Buck called after her as several of the others began chuckling.
"I don't think she cares, Buck!" JD said, poking at him. "What did you do out there at Nettie's this time?!"
"I fell," he mumbled.
"In the pig slop, from the looks of it." Nathan chuckled.
"Well, it wasn't exactly just the pigs -- "
"Thus, the feathers now adorning his hat, brothers," Josiah put in, grinning wide.
Ezra delicately shuffled his cards. "Honey, Mistah Wilmington, if you are going to insist in indulging in your pot-valor experiences, you could at least have the decency to bathe before you come into a proper establishment!"
"This ain't no proper establishment -- " Buck started at which point Inez stopped sashaying away, whirled around, and returned heatedly to their table.
"That is it, Senor Wilmington! Out!" She flexed both hands in a hurried, repeated motion at him, shooing him to his feet and causing him to start backing away from the table.
"Now, look here, darlin', I was helpin' a friend. You know Miz Nettie -- "
"You were helping her," JD hooted, "because of that new girl they're helping!"
"It ain't like that, darlin'. I swear it ain't." Inez hit him with a dish rag, but Buck kept talking, fumbling over his words and feet as he backed away toward the double doors. "I promise it ain't."
"Out!" Inez let loose with a long string of Spanish that made Ezra, Josiah, Vin, and even Chris flinch.
"What did she say?" JD asked, grinning from ear to ear, as Inez kept pushing Buck toward the door. "Told ya she'd find out, Buck!"
Inez spat some more Spanish retorts but managed to calm herself enough to say in English, "It's not about that! Out!" she exclaimed again, hitting Buck in the chest with her rag and sending him fumbling backwards out of her doors. "And when you can properly respect at least a woman's establishment -- because I know you'll never actually respect a woman -- then maybe you can come back!" She turned around just as one of the swinging doors hit Buck in the chest as he started to re-enter the saloon.
Inez whipped around, rag held high in her hand, and met him with fierce daggers in her brown eyes. Buck held up both hands in retreat. "All right, all right! I'm sorry! I didn't mean any harm!"
"Sure, you didn't! You're always the same, Bucklin, always thinking you can charm any senorita or senora for that matter!"
"Well, I mean, I can -- "
"No, you can't!"
"Yeah," JD called from their table, "that's why Elizabeth baked Vin a peach pie and didn't make anything for you!"
Buck's face fell in a definite pout. "She said she was going to make me one this afternoon!"
"She lied to you!" JD called.
"OUT!" Inez insisted, again hitting Buck in the chest with her dish rag.
"Fine, fine!" Buck's mustache trembled as, both hands still held up, he walked backwards out the door. Maybe he could ride back out to Nettie's and persuade Lizzie to make him a pie before returning and soothing Inez's anger. She had to be jealous, he thought, his mustache giving a little, excited jump. There could be no other reason for her to be so angry with him!
"And take a bath while you're at it!"
"Aw, darlin', it can't be that bad -- "
A couple of cattle rustlers walked pass him, waving their grubby hands before their noses. Buck tried to go back in with them, but Inez was there waiting and promptly slapped him again with her rag. "Not until you take a bath!"
"Fine! Fine!" Holding his hands up in surrender, Buck turned and walked away. As he headed down the boardwalk, head hung, he stole a glance around, made certain nobody was watching, and lifted his arms. He immediately changed his direction. A bath might be a wise idea after all, especially if he wanted pie!
The End
