Thread: Deals With Devils (SenpaiXGunner)

Everything was happening too quickly. First the Whiskey fella and now a full table. Four gentlemen who couldn't have been more different than fish and birds. Maeve let herself be ushered to a chair and promptly sat down. Her green eyes wide as could be she stared at the small assembly. She opened her mouth to speak but the group began. First the computer man. His fingers flying as he spoke to her. Just a short greeting, clearly he was elsewhere mentally. Maeve assumed he must be a book keeper of sorts. File keeper really, if it was a computer. He said nothing else before the man to his right spoke up. Bald, casually dressed and drinking. Her eyes, however, fell to the woman behind him rubbing his shoulders. Clearly they all knew exactly who she was already and the bald man didn't waste time in bad mouthing her pa. Sell...I'm not...? She started but was overruled as he ordered the lavishly dressed woman to take measurements. Beg pardon but...hey! She snapped as the woman hopped to oblige and began feeling her up. Maeve kept trying to twist and squirm away from the handsy woman, yelping as her hands gripped between her thighs. She growled but the woman stopped and was quick to return to her spot, rubbing the man's shoulders. But I... The next one jumped in. A masked man in strange kind of armor. No sleeves thought, weird. Scars etched across taut muscle. Of all the men he was probably the most frightening to look at. Guns didn't scare her, she had shot her fair share of guns. He was a bit messy with his ammunition, it was scattered everywhere around him. Her head tilted as he spoke. War...? Why couldn't these people slow down? Though she froze the moment he leveled the barrel at her with another pot shot at her Pa. Now you just... she started again but the fourth and final man spoke up. Maeve was wrong. Despite his mild appearance there was something in the man's smile that felt...off. Something that made her insides turn as cold as a lake in January. He spoke gently but he didn't miss his opportunity to insult her Pa just like the others. Thus far the only one present who hadn't was the man in glasses. At least he invited her to speak, albeit with a warning. She hadn't intended anything disrespectful, of course a few choice words were on her tongue with their insults. Though the armored man made it clear he wasn't afraid to let his trigger finger slip. A slow, steadying breath filled Maeve's lungs. She had to let go of their own rudeness. Catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Beg pardon but...I did not come here ta be...ta be sold or fight in some war I don't know a thing about. Last I heard we ain't been at war since Vietnam. Can't do any tricks...s'far as I know...not fancy magic tricks. Ya'll talkin bad about...about my Pa but...he's a good family man, works hard, doesn't harm no one. Farm's had a rough spell. It's done good for ya'll in the past, hasn't it? We got this new colt, see? Half trained already. Year and a bit and he'll be ready for the races. Good, strong build, fast...might bit stubborn but he'll be a fine racer. We just need time. I came here to....to ask for the time. Please, just a little. This little guy's a winner, I can feel it. Why...I'd even wager he's the next triple crown. I'm beggin' ya'll...just give us till he's grown. He loses his first race and....and the farm's yours. She was sure she couldn't beg to let her family stay on the farm. Odds were they just wanted to sell and get rid of it. But if he wins...we can pay back what we owe and then some. Maeve wasn't entirely sure which to look at, her green eyes bouncing from one man to another. I'd do...darn near anything to save our farm. Please...just consider it.