Drinks in the saloon

The sign on the saloon had seen better times. The black paint was peeling and one chain that it hung by was nearly broken, lowering one side of the sign a couple inches, making it crooked. The sign depicted the chest of a scarlet-skinned girl demon with impossibly huge tits, wearing a white lacy brassiere. Canary laughed, as she always did, when she saw the sign; it just struck her in a comical way.

The threesome walked through the swinging doors, and Canary led them straight to the bar. Once the barkeep finished pouring rye for the grizzled, old mountain man sitting on a stool, Canary said, "I'll have a shot of whiskey, and give these two whatever they want. It's on me."

"But, I was gonna buy your drink," Kim said with a little whine.

"That's okay, Darlin', but you save your Daddy's money there. I just came into some. I like sharin'," Canary said. She grinned at Kim and winked.

"Well, howdy, Canary. You shake down some gent, if you're buyin' drinks for folks?" asked the large, balding owner of the saloon. His hair was greasy, and his beard hadn't been shaved in several days, though his clothes looked pretty clean.

"Charlie, a friend paid me the money he owed me," Canary said, remembering the four bandits she bedded last night. She got a wry smile on her face when the image of her riding one, while she sucked on another and gave hand jobs to the other two, floated in her brain. Her kitty was melting, dripping with her fluids.

Kim said, "I'll have a sars'p'rilla, and Booker here'll have ..."

"I'll have a whiskey!" Booker stated emphatically, interrupting his sister. Kim looked at him hard, and he said, "It's time I started drinkin' like a man. And orderin' for m'self." Kim's scowl turned into a smile as she realized her little brother was growing up. The Indian girl grinned as well, as she tossed a silver coin on the counter. The bartender's towel wiped it off the well-polished wood into his hand. He walked to the till, dropping the coin in with a jingle. He grabbed a bottle and a couple shot glasses. He poured the shots, not spilling a drop, and gently pushed them toward Canary and Booker. Then he got a tall glass and filled it from one of the taps behind the bar.

"Thanks, Charlie," said Canary.

"And there's your sody, little lady," said the barkeep with a twinkle in his eye.

She smiled demurely at him, saying, "Thank ye kindly." He nodded and went back to washing glasses at the far end of the bar.

Canary took her shot, said, "To an afternoon in bed!" and downed it in one gulp, exhaling with relish after it was down. "I suggest you sip it first, Booker. You're not familiar with the fire water." He looked at her, holding the shot, and then tossed it back just like she had. His eyes got huge, but he managed to swallow before breaking out in a horrible coughing fit. Both Canary and Kim tried to console him from each side, but he just kept hacking.

He finally stopped, and Kim and Canary gazed at each other with Booker between them. Canary's eyes were filled with lust for the pale woman, and she licked her lips. Kim couldn't pull her eyes away from the exotic Indian's dark eyes, and she bit her full bottom lip. They both looked up at Booker's eyes that watched them both with his own fire.

Canary broke eye contact and moved away from the siblings. "Charlie, I'm going to be in town a few days. Can I have a room upstairs? And another shot?" The saloon owner picked a key off the wall and walked back to the trio.

"Sure, my little bird. Two dollars," he said as he slipped the key across the polished bar. She fished another two silver dollars out of her coin pouch, dropping them with a clatter on the counter. The owner grinned and winked at her, and she smiled back. This wasn't the first time Canary had taken someone to bed here, though she usually let the man pay. He filled her shot glass from the nearby bottle. He gestured with the bottle toward Booker, who shook his head greenly, turning down the refill.

"Why don't we sit over here while Kim finishes her drink?" Canary said, leading the way. They found a table and sat, Canary between the other two. This time she sipped her tiny drink, letting Kim take long, slow tugs at the sweet sarsaparilla. "So, what brings you to Devil's Tit?" Canary asked after Kim had a chance to wet her whistle.