[He plops onto the seat next to her and pulls out a bottle of beer form his pouch. It doesn't have the quality of what he was serving, but it's much needed alcohol.
He chugs down a quarter of the bottle and focuses on the spot in front of him.]
You got that right. All 'cause my new piano AI went head over wheels for my saloon AI, but she was crushin' on the Martian. Like any good love story, he wanted to make her happy and have everyone realize the love in her heart. ure enough, that plan involved radiatin' the air around Mars so all of us started singin' out of the blue!
[He downs a swig of beer.]
Sang two songs, myself. Two and a half if you could the time I just started burstin' out one line at a time. Sorta alternatin' between me and the bandits what took over my saloon, then pausin' for a long break. Wonder if we were singin' only part of a song.
[It was a climactic medley, only the other singers were at Jim's and Red's wedding where he couldn't hear. But he didn't know that.]
Fortunately, we found out the cause, but Sparks Nevada shot the piano dead just as he was confessin', which got my saloon all riled up, which gave her the willpower to grow legs and up and leave. I was a barkeep without no saloon for a good time...
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[He plops onto the seat next to her and pulls out a bottle of beer form his pouch. It doesn't have the quality of what he was serving, but it's much needed alcohol.
He chugs down a quarter of the bottle and focuses on the spot in front of him.]
Never thought I'd be forced to sing again.
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Sounds like quite a tale behind that.
[She's listening if he wanted to share it.]
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You got that right. All 'cause my new piano AI went head over wheels for my saloon AI, but she was crushin' on the Martian. Like any good love story, he wanted to make her happy and have everyone realize the love in her heart. ure enough, that plan involved radiatin' the air around Mars so all of us started singin' out of the blue!
[He downs a swig of beer.]
Sang two songs, myself. Two and a half if you could the time I just started burstin' out one line at a time. Sorta alternatin' between me and the bandits what took over my saloon, then pausin' for a long break. Wonder if we were singin' only part of a song.
[It was a climactic medley, only the other singers were at Jim's and Red's wedding where he couldn't hear. But he didn't know that.]
Fortunately, we found out the cause, but Sparks Nevada shot the piano dead just as he was confessin', which got my saloon all riled up, which gave her the willpower to grow legs and up and leave. I was a barkeep without no saloon for a good time...