I need new clothes, I need somewhere to stay

[salamanca]

Who: Lalo Salamanca and YOU.
What: Lalo comes back from his travels with Methuselah badly injured.
When: January 29th thru the next week or so after
Where: Around town. See individual prompts.

Content Warnings: Description of injury, blood, and infection; others tba.

See individual prompts in the starters below.

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[salamanca]

[ He watches her lounge with something bordering on approval, maybe even respect. She has the air, at least, of someone who can take care of herself. Only time will tell if that's real or an act, he supposes.

But for now, he enjoys it. The crooked pull of her mouth, he thinks, is kind of cute though. ]

Yeah. I did. [ Briefly, he glances away from her and at his bandaged arm. Remembering. ] You know, he's pretty good at this shit, for an old-timey guy.

[ He glances back at her. ]

The booze helps, you know. Takes away the pain.

[pacificator]

Have some more. There's plenty.

[ Mostly because it's so bad even she doesn't drink that much of it unless she really needs to.

He watches her and she watches him right back, under slightly lowered lashes. He's a curious guy. Friendly. Apparently wide open about what he wants. It's interesting. ]

What's your name? Unless you just want to be Mustachioed Silver Fox in my head forever, which is fine by me.

[salamanca]

[ While the offer of being Mustachioed Silver Fox in a pretty girl's head is a tempting one, Lalo feels like there's more to be gained by telling her who he is. ]

Eduardo Salamanca. [ Not that he expects "Salamanca" to mean anything to her. It's not like back home, where that name carried power. ] But most people just call me "Lalo".

It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss--?

[pacificator]

Wynonna Earp.

[ She doesn't recognize his name, and at this point in her time here, she doesn't expect him to recognize hers, either. It's been sort of nice, not having to deal with the usual questions.

Besides, what does it matter? There's no Earp curse here. Peacemaker doesn't work the way it should. No revenants have shown up. She may as well be completely anonymous. ]

Yeah, it's a pleasure.

[ Whether it is or not remains to be seen, but at the very least he's good company here in the hot springs. That already means he's got more going for him than most of the guys here. Wynonna relaxes into the hot water with a sigh, lazily considering washing her hair. ]

Always nice to meet a man who takes personal hygiene seriously.

[salamanca]

[ Lalo does recognize her name, as it turns out, but he still doesn't really know who she is, or why she's important, or what a "revenant" is. Instead he just perks up and mimes shooting her with two fingers like a pretend gun. ]

Like the O.K. Corral! Bang, bang!

[ He laughs at her joke about personal hygiene, although he doesn't try to hide how much he agrees. ] You're telling me. Especially here. [ Truthfully, Lalo might be more concerned with his personal appearance than some of the women.

She sighs, and he slides over. Close to her. Not touching, but close. He's curious about her. Wondering what her story is. She's young, but she carries herself like she's seen some shit. ]

Always nice to meet a woman who's so confident. [ Because she is. ] Please tell me you're not dangerous. I mean - we're alone here. I hope I'm not biting off more than I can chew. [ His eyes shine. His tone is playful. Part of him is thinking that he sure hopes he's right about her. ]

[pacificator]

[ The corners of her mouth tuck up, but there's no warmth in her eyes at his recognition, and the smile itself could be said to be more like a grimace, even as she pretends to get hit by a pretend bullet before shaking it off. ]

That's the one. Good old Wyatt.

[ She considers him from beneath lowered lashes, the way he's watching her with those bright eyes. He's not the first guy she's met who's into a woman who can hold her own, but they're fewer and further between here than in the smoke-filled dives she frequents at home. Turning her head, she flutters her lashes at him. ]

What, little ol' me?

[ Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Two can play at this teasing game. ]

Do I look dangerous right now?

[salamanca]

No. Not at all.

[ He feels a warmth entirely unrelated to the hot springs swell up in his chest as she flutters her lashes. He adjusts his position only slightly, water swishing around him as he sits up a little further. He forces himself to keep his gaze trained only on her, and not the little coils of steam rising up off the water. ]

But it's always the ones who don't look dangerous that you need to be scared of. Isn't it?