Observation
I stare out into the world, well, a limited vision of the world. I'm in this little establishment known to everyone as the "saloon". Wonder where that word came from. Anyway, I'm hiding in this little corner of the place, observing, making notes of the occupants of the saloon. The saloon isn't very well lit, but there's always enough light for me to watch in silence.
There aren't very many interesting people in the saloon, they're all either drunk or drunk and passed out. However, there are these seven men who do look mighty fascinating to me. I take a teeny step closer, trying to see the two furthest men. They are sitting at a table, engaged in talk. One has beautiful silvery grey hair with a healthy dose of black mixed in. His blue eyes are deeply concentrated on this talk of his, and they are solemn, but not unhappy. The man who is sitting opposite him is a black man.
The black man has such a wonderful smile! Just to see that smile made me happy too! His dark brown eyes are also engaged in this talk of theirs. However, those eyes are not unhappy either. They are having a serious talk. Not that I know much about being serious.
I move on in my inspection and I come upon a man in black. Seeing him made me want to cry and take a step back in fear at the same time. He looks so despondent and rage filled at the same time. I can see that he's in mourning over someone, and he's angry that someone is gone. This man has blonde hair that occasionally tumbled into his eye. I think that this is ridiculously cute, but somehow, using the word 'cute' on this man would be out of place. Not that this man isn't handsome, no, he is. Yet, it is shadowed by that loss echoing loudly out into the world. Those clear green eyes of his are so sad; it makes me want to lean close against him and tell him it's going to be okay. However, I don't think he'll listen to me.
So, I turn to someone else. Wow... I say to myself when I see him. There isn't a single thing that completely stands out to me that made me say wow, well, except for that bright red jacket of his. And those bright green eyes. Okay, everything made me say wow. This man is definitely cute. He speaks in this accent I kinda recognize as Southern. That only made this guy cuter in my eyes. This Southern gentleman is dealing cards to people I don't recognize. Ah-ha! This ain't no gentleman! He's cheating! Oh well, I guess that would be part of his charm. I can see that the others haven't caught on yet, though I think it would be an honour to lose to this man.
I quickly lost interest in the card game, I do have such a short attention span. I look past the Southern gentleman and saw the next of the seven. This one is the youngest I believe, like I used to be in my family. However, that youngness only added to his appeal. His big brown eyes are focused on the card game unfolding in front of him. Then, he blinks. Those have to be the most beautiful and longest lashes I have ever seen. It is feminine in a way, but that doesn't take away any of this young man's masculinity. He is young, that is for sure. I know for sure that he would become even more handsome in the future.
I decide to seek out the next one. I turn my head once again and found him. This man is tall with broad shoulder and a solid build. He seems to be flirting with some woman. I grumble because the woman's in the way. Finally, she moves away from the member of the seven. Another pair of great blue eyes. They were deep clear blue, and they shine from amusement that came from the man's heart. He is a good humoured person, from the looks of those eyes. He laughs a lot, and it is a nice sound. He's got a mustache too, that I don't like as much. Though I can tell why he grew it; he would look so much younger if he is clean shaven.
I leave the tall man alone with his lady and I try to seek out the last. I finally had to take one more step out into the open to see the last one. Remember what I said about the Southern gentleman? Well, better triple that. I blink just to make sure this guy's for real. He's real. He is seated at the bar, but his body faced the entrance and he leaned back against the wooden bar. I can see him from head to toe and, wow. This man has long, curled brown hair with golden sun streaks. Stubble lined his cheeks and chin and I know I would love the feel of them on my own face. His jacket was off, due to the humidity of the saloon. The suspenders he had on are infinitely cute. Then, his eyes... They are blue, like sapphires, and also like those jewels, they sparkle when the light hits them. But even when the sun isn't in his eyes, they twinkle of their own accord, like stars in heaven.
The blue-eyed man also has this magnetic aura around him. Friendly, go with the flow, but hostile if you hurt those he's loyal to. And you're probably the luckiest person on earth if he decides that you're worthy of his loyalty. All this adds to the man's appeal. He is simply... beautiful. I have no other word for it, though I know words can never do this man justice.
The choices are before me, to approach one of these men. The choice is obvious doncha think?
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Vin turned around in his seat to get back to his shotglass of whiskey when he felt something rubbing against his legs. Looking down in alarm, he smiled when he saw what it was. He bent down to pick up the moving object.
"Meow?" she asked him. Vin laughed in delight. He held her up to eye level and peered into those golden eyes. She blinked at him and Vin laughed again.
"You like me don't you?" he asked her.
"Meow!" she replied, as if saying, "Obvious doncha think?"
"Okay, okay." Vin placed the orange tabby onto the bar. The bartender gave Vin a glare but nothing more. Vin stroked the fur of the feline, and she purred in response.
"What're you doin' here anyhow?"
"Meow, meow," she replied.
"Good answer." Vin grinned. He pet the cat some more. "You're a pretty cat, you know that?"
The feline apparently understood the compliment because she purred louder than ever. Vin lifted the cat from the bar and pulled her into his arms. He held her in his embrace and nuzzled her neck, feeling the soft fur against his face. "Yeah, a beautiful cat, that you are."
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See? It wasn't that hard. And yeah, stubbles do feel great, even through a layer of orange fur.
The End