Post by dean on Nov 2, 2012 1:30:26 GMT -5
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*DEANCOLTWESSON,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'MCARHARTT AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR EIGHT YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT ME UP AT BY PM OR TEXTAND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
[/I]Tenderly Ben tipped his fingers to him in a slight wave and smiled softly. As Lewt began to stumble quickly towards him, Ben remained calm and poised—some would feel threatened or intimidating by Lewt’s hasty advance but Ben knew Lewt better than that, he was typically a good guy.
FULL NAME Dean Colt Wesson
AGE 25
SEXUALITY Straight
BIRTHDAY May 19, 1987
SUBJECT(S) Mechanics/Wood Shop Teacher
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”How-how, ya been?!” Echoed into Ben’s ears as he smiled once Lewt made his way to him. The scent of alchol and sweat invaded his senses as Lewt patted Ben’s back. Ben replied with his deep yet friendly tone, “I’m doing alright Lewt, just fine.” The rum surrounded been like a cloud of smoke, he really outdid himself this time. Ben listened patiently as Lewt explained himself for disturbing the peace and what not. ”Oh I’d be Damned! It’s seven thirty in tha morn’? We-well shoot. I’m mighty s-sorry sh-riff. Ya see…ya see…I been havin’ a hard time ‘memberin’ what I did last night. I was drinkin' as you may already know. A little too much against a feller that was much more experienc-ed drinker than myself.” As he spoke smoothly Ben just nodded his head respectfully as he spoke—but he already knew the story.
Ben had a calming way about him. He never fueled a situation—always the one putting it out. He was the kind of guy every one liked even the ones he threw in jail cause he was an honest man with integrity and most had a great sense of respect for him but only cause Ben gave every one a chance, he never judged some one of how they look or even after they made a mistake—hell every one made mistakes, he was no saint that was for sure. After Lewt finished his story Ben smiled softly and replied letting his hand place on Lewt’s shoulder in a friendly manner and patted him softly, “Who’d you think put you in that room last night? I came in to the saloon cause you and that Vern were causing all sorts of ruckus. Both of you were pretty lit, you said a smart ass comment and pissed Vern off. Luckily he threw the first punch and not you, so he’s sitting in jail now. But you were pretty good so I had one the girls help you to a room. You didn’t do much wrong besides drinking to much and saying a few hasty comments.” Ben released Lewt’s shoulder with a reassuring pat.
"Man, I ought of not drinkin' that much. Anyways want a drink, Shr-ff?"Ben shook his head softly and responded, “Kind of you to offer Lewt but I’m not a drinking man and I suggest you might want to take it easy.” His grey eyes over the flask and then back to Lewt’s bloodshot eyes to hear his questions, "I don't need much more. Now-now. What ya been doin' to Shr-ff?! Hadn't seen ya around Del Fuego in a little while!" Sliding his hands into his pockets Ben replied casually, “Oh had some business I had to take a reckon to in Dallas. I was gone for about a week but I’ll be home for awhile.” Ben looked to the sheriff’s office and asked softly, “Ya hungry Lewt? Breakfasts on me.”He gave a warm smile as he took a step towards the office and turned back to look at Lewt and see if he was interested. [/ul]
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