the-most-beautiful-broom:for it’s your misfortune (ain’t none of my own) || a wild west!memori fic f
the-most-beautiful-broom:for it’s your misfortune (ain’t none of my own) || a wild west!memori fic for @troped-fanfic-challengeThere’s a steady step, and he looks to the rear of the building, when the doors from the back room swing open, and a woman walks out of them. She has long dark hair, wears wide trousers that look like a skirt, a muslin shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a glove over her left hand. There’s a Colt six-shooter in her belt. She strides over to the table, looking over the counter’s shoulder for a moment, before resting her right hand on his shoulder, then going behind the bar. She hits a couple of keys on the cash register, yanking the drawer out of its resting place when it dings open, and hoisting it up to the bartop, surveying its contents. “A room, a drink, or company?” she asks.Him, she asks him.He doesn’t realize it at first, but then she looks up at him, expression curious despite her casual stance, and Murphy wonders if anyone has ever looked at him as she does now, or perhaps at all, if this is what looking’s like. “Um,” he says, eloquently, and she almost smiles, the corner of one side of her mouth turning up, as she looks back down at the register. “Haven’t seen you around before,” she says. “So, which’ll it be?”read on ao3, and then here’s the AMAZING (anon) followup fic with a little more on Muprhy’s POVOverall Winner: 1st PlaceMost Unique Take on a Western: 2nd PlaceMost Creative: 1st PlaceTrope Winners: 3rd Place -- source link
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