Silver Moon
Adventurer
Chapter 138, “Hands and Rings”, Wednesday, March 22nd , 1882, 11:00 A.M.
Jake, Ruby and Neil ride into town carefully from the northern hills and make their way over to the back of the Silver Dollar where they lock up the horses. It is just before noon. Neil says "I'll see the two of you on the stagecoach in a couple of hours." Ruby asks, "Mr. Cassidy, I have a questions for you. You've been around Tombstone a lot longer than I have. Could you tell me where we might find someone... French?"
He says, "Yes, I believe that the tailor and dressmaker is from France. Why?" She replies, "Oh, just a silly question Jake and I have a little argument about. We decided the only way to get the answer was to ask someone from France. Where can we find him?" He replies, "I think his shop is over on Fremont Street". After he answers Ruby says, "Thank you. And see you on the stage." She nods to him then she and Jake head off to the hotel.
Jake and Ruby make their way back to the grand Hotel. On the way Jake tells her what was said at the cabin when she went outside. She shares Wyatt's request to her. Near the hotel Jake says, "Leslie is probably still looking for us. We just enjoyed the morning, another nice ride before we have to head back to Promise City." They go inside and make their way up to their room.
Once back in their room she changes back into her traveling dress. She starts slowly packing her things back into her bag. Jake can tell she is still off in her thoughts, day dreaming while moving around the room mindlessly. Every once in a while she glances down at the palm of her hand. Finally she sits on the edge of the bed. Looking up at Jake she asks, "How did you sleep last night?"
"I was too drunk to know." Jake chuckles. "I'd rather think about the parts of the evening before sleep," he says grinning. The grin fades when he sees the expression on her face doesn't change with his attempt to make her smile. "What's wrong?" Ruby looks at him nervously. "Something happened last night... something... well... I'm afraid to tell you, you'll think I'm crazy."
She looks back down at her palm and rubs it. "I think I'm crazy." Jake comes over and tries to take her hand and open her palm. She resists, and he says sarcastically, "You going to make me ask pretty please?" She frowns at him and he pulls her fingers open. "That is not a scrape, it is a puncture."
"I know," Ruby says hanging her head slightly. "I didn't want to lie to you, I hate thinking of us not telling the truth to each other. You're the only one who I can tell the truth to but this is just... unbelievable." She picks her head up and looks Jake in the eyes. She takes a very deep breath and says, "I had a dream last night, except it wasn't really a dream, I don't think it was a dream. I was cold and alone and I woke up feeling cold and alone, even though you were right next to me." She looks at Jake, trying to gauge his reaction before she continues.
Jake's brows come together, "You had a dream except it wasn't a dream? Ruby, I don't follow you. Were you sleep walking?" “I don’t think so.” Ruby shakes her head, “I told you it was crazy!” She is quiet for a few moments again. “I only ever have nightmares. And this scared me, but it wasn’t like a nightmare. It was, well, it felt REAL.”
“In my dream there was a beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, with long blond hair and she was flawless in every way. She seemed not of this world. And at her feet sat a child, a baby, who carried a bow and quiver filled with red arrows. And she asked me, why did I choose to live a life as barren as cold desert we were standing in. I replied I didn’t choose, it was forced on me. And she responded that I had done nothing to change it. And that as long as I ignored her, them, I would never know love or happiness, and that my time was running out. That the priestess Minerva would know what I had to do.”
“And something else. This woman, she created a garden out of nothing, in the middle of this desert. A garden of roses. And she asked if I knew why she chose the rose as the flower of love. And as she said it, she handed me a rose, but she closed my hand tightly around it and I was injured by the thorns. And then I woke up. And that was in my hand,” Ruby says pointing to the perfect red rose, “And this is from that.” She holds out her hand to Jake again. Her palm has a few deep thorn marks, but in the center is the deepest, the one that resembles a heart.
“So, I don’t know how you could NOT think I was crazy as I think I was visited by Aphrodite and Cupid.” Ruby hangs her head again, obviously embarrassed. "Mierda." Jake says flatly and looks at his own scarred palm and then up at Ruby. "Mierda." “What? Are you thinking about just how insane I must be for even telling you this?” Jake sees she has a scared look in her eyes.
He replies, "No. I was just thinking that maybe a temporary bit of insanity might be safer than being noticed by the gods." He finds the bottle of bourbon that still has a little bit left in it. He has a swig and hands it to Ruby. "I believe that the gods sometimes, uh, communicate with us mortals through our, um, dreams." He looks at her rather pathetically, "Or I was insane for several years."
Ruby looks at the bottle before taking a long drink from it. “I don’t think it was a dream or how could I have gotten this?” She holds up her palm again then takes another gulp. “What are you saying? This has happened to you too?”
"I don't know, maybe, not exactly the same." Jake looks down at his feet before continuing. "I used to get dreams, very vivid ones, that told me to do things. If I didn't do those things straight away, I would get more dreams each more unpleasant than the last until the nightmares were so bad I couldn't sleep." He looks up at her. "I came to believe that Hermes was in my dreams. Silly, huh?" He looks back down at his feet, "I decided one day to see if I could, you know, outlast the bad dreams. I wanted to see if I was master of my life." Jake's voice cracks and he coughs a couple of times. "I did, it was hard but I did."
"Remember yesterday you asked about this?" Jake holds up his right hand, with his scarred palm facing Ruby. "That is what I was all cocky about, Jacob Cooke thought he had outlasted dreams sent to him by the god Hermes. So that day he heads off to the market ready to strut his stuff." Jake laughs a little nervous laugh. "So the hard lesson I learned was this; the pin I stole, the pin that embedded in my hand, that got infected and made me suffer for over two weeks had the Kerykeion on it." Ruby looks at Jake without comprehension at this revelation. "The symbol of the messenger of the gods is two snakes wrapped four times around a staff. It is called the Kerykeion."
“And Hermes is the messenger of the gods?” Ruby pauses to take this fact in. “Mierda.” She takes another big gulp before handing the mostly empty bottle back to Jake. “So that’s why you follow Hermes and believe in him. Because you tried to defy him and he sent you a message anyway.” She looks him right in the eyes, “There’s a lot I don’t know about you Jacob Cook.” Ruby runs her fingers through her hair and sighs, “So,” she says quietly, “If I don’t do what Aphrodite commands then what she said will happen, I will be lonely and unhappy forever.”
Jake finishes the bottle. "I don't know, Ruby, I just don't know. My experience with the gods was an unpleasant one for me. I wouldn't say I follow Hermes, but I give him his due. I have no love for that bastard." Jake tosses the empty bottle on the bed. "I am certain the priestess will tell a different story. Perhaps her relationship with the gods is more cordial. I can only tell you it can be perilous to defy the gods."
"We need another bottle," Ruby says matter of factly. "Do you still have the dreams?" "No." Jake says quietly. "Not since," he pauses and takes a breath, "not since I left Philadelphia.” “I guess that would be good reason for you to stay away.” Ruby looks down at her palm again before grabbing the sheet next to her. “So you believe that the gods really do exist and affect the things we do?” As Ruby asks she twists the sheet in her hands. “Do you think your…gifts were given by Hermes himself?”
Jake snorts, "My gifts! What gifts?" He spits on the floor. "That is what that pompous priest said to me. Each must contribute back the gifts the gods have given them. Pah." Jake goes back to packing his gear. "I do believe the gods exist, I can't prove it but I believe. So I guess I believe they can affect the world."
Ruby blinks in surprise at Jake’s sudden outburst. “Well…,” she starts slowly, watching him pack, “You are really good at cards, one of the best I’ve ever seen. That’s because you are smart and quick, quick thinking and quick witted, and you’re really good with your hands…” A smile comes unbidden to Ruby’s face. “Really really good. And you spin that Colt around like no one I’ve ever seen either. You’re cunning, shrewd, crafty, clever, extremely insightful And…,” a small blush comes to Ruby’s face, “There is something about your eyes, it’s like you can see right into me. I’d call those things gifts.”
"Maybe you are right. I'm sure Senorita Florencia would advise us that all we are comes from the gods. I only know how I have been treated. I don't really care what others say, I judge a man or god on how they deal with me. Maybe the goddess does want to help you, maybe she is benevolent. I wouldn't know. Maybe the goddess gets something out of helping you." Jake stops and looks at Ruby, looks right in her hazel eyes. "It really comes down to this; What does the goddess want from you and are you willing to pay the price for what she promises? That, Ruby West, is something only you can answer."
Ruby lets Jake’s statement hang in the air for what seems like an eternity. “You know,” Ruby continues quietly breaking Jake’s gaze, “I could never understand why my parents hated me. It was easier to think the gods had abandoned me, although I could never figure that out either. Easier to say they just didn’t exist then accept I had done something wrong to push them away. But when I was young I would have done anything to make my parents love me.”
"I guess I was lucky,” Jake says with a laugh, "I knew exactly why my father despised me and why I despised him." Jake comes over to Ruby and takes both her hands, being gentle with her wounded palm. "What if, as a child, you hadn't done anything to deserve how you were treated? What if it was not your fault at all? Who said life is fair?" Jake chuckles and says, "Old Caleb White once told me, if the gods had more respect for money, they would have given it to a higher class of people."
"It should be no surprise to you that I am a naturally distrusting kind of guy and I just don't trust the gods. Wouldn't it be nice though, if for you it was all just a misunderstanding and Ruby West had a patroness?" Jake kisses each of her hands in turn. "You deserve it."
Ruby smiles up at Jake, then stands. She pulls her hands away from him before suddenly wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. She doesn’t let go but she pulls her face back to look at him. “She says I’m to honor her, give her my heart and soul. I will speak to the Priestess as soon as I can and find out what I have to do.”
Ruby gathers up all her flowers into a few huge bunches. "I don't think I really thanked you earlier for these. They are very beautiful and very romantic. I wish we didn't have to leave here." She places her perfect red rose behind her ear. "That should stay safe there for now." She looks over the room. "Are you ready? We should go run our errands. And we should eat something before we get back on the coach."
As quickly as possible Jake and Ruby find a large, safe looking bank in town where Jake deposits $500. Then they arrange their return stage seats before heading over to Fremont Street and the French tailor. They walk up Fremont Street until they find the tailor shop. They enter and see a man working diligently sewing a hem on a pair of pants. Ruby approaches him. “Bonjour, monsieur, vous sont le… errr…tailor?”* she giggles, “I don’t know that word in French.”
He states, "Oui. I am Jacques Francois DuBois. How may I be of assistance to you?" She glances around the shop to make sure no one else is around. "Well, I have a question for you. You might think it's silly. It IS silly, but humor me." She looks him in the eyes with a serious look on her face and holds out her hand. "I've heard the french people are good at identifying certain items. Rings being one of them. Since I know nothing about this kind of thing I thought I would ask someone who might have that particular talent." She holds out her finger with the ring on it. "Do you know what I mean, Monsieur?"
He states, "Ah, what a beautiful ring. But why would one go to a tailor to have it identified, a jeweler would know far more about metals and stones. Perhaps it is, how do you say, the ambiance that you are more interested in? I could certainly tell you my opinion, but perhaps you would be more interested in a dress? I have many over here on the rack to choose from."
Ruby smiles with confidence. "Your dresses are certainly beautiful and I might want to purchase one before I leave. But I would like your opinion on the ambiance, as you put it, of this particular ring." He states, "Ah, but to properly view a woman's ring it should be on her hand...and she should be properly attired. Choose a dress that you wish to purchase and try it on, then I will be able to better view the entire picture!" Jake says, "My girl can't have too many dresses, go ahead."
"Well, let's see..." Ruby walks over to the rack and runs her hands over the dresses. "What do you think Jake? They're all very pretty but which do you prefer? I don't have a pink dress yet. Or maybe the lilac?" She holds up both dresses in front of her. "Lilac." He says and looks pleased. "Lilac." Ruby takes the dress behind the curtained off section and changes into the lilac gown. She sweeps back out into the main room. "What do you think?" she says spinning around. "I think you need to buy it." Jake says with a grin.
DuBois says, "Ah yes, but there is now the matter of the price. This lilac dress would normally sell for $ 8.00, but you also wanted an opinion on how well it would go with the ring. Let's say $ 20.00 for the clothing and opinion, that of course would include tailoring." She replies, "My darling boyfriend says I must buy it, so we shall buy it. And I look forward to your opinion." Ruby holds out her hand again and as she does the straps fall off her shoulders and she giggles. "I need the tailoring too," she laughs.
He takes her hand and says a number of words in French. Ruby notices a slight glow from his hands that covers over her ring finger and the ring. The light returns to his hand. He looks up to her and says, "A fine ring indeed, although hardly one for the desert. This ring would be more at home near a body of water. I feel that at such a place you would stand out in this dress and be radiant, all the world would look to you and even the water would welcome your presence and allow you to glide across it as though it were solid ground."
"Well, that is quite impressive, Monsieur," she glances at Jake. "Of course, I look radiant most places I go," she grins. "I wonder, do you perhaps sell other items that might be more inclined for the desert? Or perhaps for getting shot at while in the desert?" He states, "Ah, accessories to compliment a desert wardrobe. Alas, I have none at the moment. But I will keep my eye open for such a thing and notify you as to when I have located some. Now hold still while I take the proper measurements to alter this garment to properly fit you."
"That would be wonderful!" Ruby tries to hold still while the tailor takes her measurements, holding her arms out to the side. She giggles as he measures around her bust, "I know, all my dress are big to fit that particular blessing of mine." She smiles at Jake while he takes the rest of her measurments. Jake returns her smile.
"Accessories or clothing for men or women that are especially durable are of great interest to us. Those that might prevent bullet holes would be just the addition to our wardrobe." Jake says to the French man. Jake gives the man their names and explains they own the Lucky Lady. He instructs him to contact them if he can acquire or make such items. The tailor says that he will. He asks Ruby to change and says that when the dress is ready he will send it on to them in Promise City unless they wish to come back the next day to pick it up. "Vous remercier bon monsieur," Ruby says. As they walk out the door, "Well, those french lessons with Kate are paying off. Although that's about all I know," she laughs.
Jake, Ruby and Neil ride into town carefully from the northern hills and make their way over to the back of the Silver Dollar where they lock up the horses. It is just before noon. Neil says "I'll see the two of you on the stagecoach in a couple of hours." Ruby asks, "Mr. Cassidy, I have a questions for you. You've been around Tombstone a lot longer than I have. Could you tell me where we might find someone... French?"
He says, "Yes, I believe that the tailor and dressmaker is from France. Why?" She replies, "Oh, just a silly question Jake and I have a little argument about. We decided the only way to get the answer was to ask someone from France. Where can we find him?" He replies, "I think his shop is over on Fremont Street". After he answers Ruby says, "Thank you. And see you on the stage." She nods to him then she and Jake head off to the hotel.
Jake and Ruby make their way back to the grand Hotel. On the way Jake tells her what was said at the cabin when she went outside. She shares Wyatt's request to her. Near the hotel Jake says, "Leslie is probably still looking for us. We just enjoyed the morning, another nice ride before we have to head back to Promise City." They go inside and make their way up to their room.
Once back in their room she changes back into her traveling dress. She starts slowly packing her things back into her bag. Jake can tell she is still off in her thoughts, day dreaming while moving around the room mindlessly. Every once in a while she glances down at the palm of her hand. Finally she sits on the edge of the bed. Looking up at Jake she asks, "How did you sleep last night?"
"I was too drunk to know." Jake chuckles. "I'd rather think about the parts of the evening before sleep," he says grinning. The grin fades when he sees the expression on her face doesn't change with his attempt to make her smile. "What's wrong?" Ruby looks at him nervously. "Something happened last night... something... well... I'm afraid to tell you, you'll think I'm crazy."
She looks back down at her palm and rubs it. "I think I'm crazy." Jake comes over and tries to take her hand and open her palm. She resists, and he says sarcastically, "You going to make me ask pretty please?" She frowns at him and he pulls her fingers open. "That is not a scrape, it is a puncture."
"I know," Ruby says hanging her head slightly. "I didn't want to lie to you, I hate thinking of us not telling the truth to each other. You're the only one who I can tell the truth to but this is just... unbelievable." She picks her head up and looks Jake in the eyes. She takes a very deep breath and says, "I had a dream last night, except it wasn't really a dream, I don't think it was a dream. I was cold and alone and I woke up feeling cold and alone, even though you were right next to me." She looks at Jake, trying to gauge his reaction before she continues.
Jake's brows come together, "You had a dream except it wasn't a dream? Ruby, I don't follow you. Were you sleep walking?" “I don’t think so.” Ruby shakes her head, “I told you it was crazy!” She is quiet for a few moments again. “I only ever have nightmares. And this scared me, but it wasn’t like a nightmare. It was, well, it felt REAL.”
“In my dream there was a beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, with long blond hair and she was flawless in every way. She seemed not of this world. And at her feet sat a child, a baby, who carried a bow and quiver filled with red arrows. And she asked me, why did I choose to live a life as barren as cold desert we were standing in. I replied I didn’t choose, it was forced on me. And she responded that I had done nothing to change it. And that as long as I ignored her, them, I would never know love or happiness, and that my time was running out. That the priestess Minerva would know what I had to do.”
“And something else. This woman, she created a garden out of nothing, in the middle of this desert. A garden of roses. And she asked if I knew why she chose the rose as the flower of love. And as she said it, she handed me a rose, but she closed my hand tightly around it and I was injured by the thorns. And then I woke up. And that was in my hand,” Ruby says pointing to the perfect red rose, “And this is from that.” She holds out her hand to Jake again. Her palm has a few deep thorn marks, but in the center is the deepest, the one that resembles a heart.
“So, I don’t know how you could NOT think I was crazy as I think I was visited by Aphrodite and Cupid.” Ruby hangs her head again, obviously embarrassed. "Mierda." Jake says flatly and looks at his own scarred palm and then up at Ruby. "Mierda." “What? Are you thinking about just how insane I must be for even telling you this?” Jake sees she has a scared look in her eyes.
He replies, "No. I was just thinking that maybe a temporary bit of insanity might be safer than being noticed by the gods." He finds the bottle of bourbon that still has a little bit left in it. He has a swig and hands it to Ruby. "I believe that the gods sometimes, uh, communicate with us mortals through our, um, dreams." He looks at her rather pathetically, "Or I was insane for several years."
Ruby looks at the bottle before taking a long drink from it. “I don’t think it was a dream or how could I have gotten this?” She holds up her palm again then takes another gulp. “What are you saying? This has happened to you too?”
"I don't know, maybe, not exactly the same." Jake looks down at his feet before continuing. "I used to get dreams, very vivid ones, that told me to do things. If I didn't do those things straight away, I would get more dreams each more unpleasant than the last until the nightmares were so bad I couldn't sleep." He looks up at her. "I came to believe that Hermes was in my dreams. Silly, huh?" He looks back down at his feet, "I decided one day to see if I could, you know, outlast the bad dreams. I wanted to see if I was master of my life." Jake's voice cracks and he coughs a couple of times. "I did, it was hard but I did."
"Remember yesterday you asked about this?" Jake holds up his right hand, with his scarred palm facing Ruby. "That is what I was all cocky about, Jacob Cooke thought he had outlasted dreams sent to him by the god Hermes. So that day he heads off to the market ready to strut his stuff." Jake laughs a little nervous laugh. "So the hard lesson I learned was this; the pin I stole, the pin that embedded in my hand, that got infected and made me suffer for over two weeks had the Kerykeion on it." Ruby looks at Jake without comprehension at this revelation. "The symbol of the messenger of the gods is two snakes wrapped four times around a staff. It is called the Kerykeion."
“And Hermes is the messenger of the gods?” Ruby pauses to take this fact in. “Mierda.” She takes another big gulp before handing the mostly empty bottle back to Jake. “So that’s why you follow Hermes and believe in him. Because you tried to defy him and he sent you a message anyway.” She looks him right in the eyes, “There’s a lot I don’t know about you Jacob Cook.” Ruby runs her fingers through her hair and sighs, “So,” she says quietly, “If I don’t do what Aphrodite commands then what she said will happen, I will be lonely and unhappy forever.”
Jake finishes the bottle. "I don't know, Ruby, I just don't know. My experience with the gods was an unpleasant one for me. I wouldn't say I follow Hermes, but I give him his due. I have no love for that bastard." Jake tosses the empty bottle on the bed. "I am certain the priestess will tell a different story. Perhaps her relationship with the gods is more cordial. I can only tell you it can be perilous to defy the gods."
"We need another bottle," Ruby says matter of factly. "Do you still have the dreams?" "No." Jake says quietly. "Not since," he pauses and takes a breath, "not since I left Philadelphia.” “I guess that would be good reason for you to stay away.” Ruby looks down at her palm again before grabbing the sheet next to her. “So you believe that the gods really do exist and affect the things we do?” As Ruby asks she twists the sheet in her hands. “Do you think your…gifts were given by Hermes himself?”
Jake snorts, "My gifts! What gifts?" He spits on the floor. "That is what that pompous priest said to me. Each must contribute back the gifts the gods have given them. Pah." Jake goes back to packing his gear. "I do believe the gods exist, I can't prove it but I believe. So I guess I believe they can affect the world."
Ruby blinks in surprise at Jake’s sudden outburst. “Well…,” she starts slowly, watching him pack, “You are really good at cards, one of the best I’ve ever seen. That’s because you are smart and quick, quick thinking and quick witted, and you’re really good with your hands…” A smile comes unbidden to Ruby’s face. “Really really good. And you spin that Colt around like no one I’ve ever seen either. You’re cunning, shrewd, crafty, clever, extremely insightful And…,” a small blush comes to Ruby’s face, “There is something about your eyes, it’s like you can see right into me. I’d call those things gifts.”
"Maybe you are right. I'm sure Senorita Florencia would advise us that all we are comes from the gods. I only know how I have been treated. I don't really care what others say, I judge a man or god on how they deal with me. Maybe the goddess does want to help you, maybe she is benevolent. I wouldn't know. Maybe the goddess gets something out of helping you." Jake stops and looks at Ruby, looks right in her hazel eyes. "It really comes down to this; What does the goddess want from you and are you willing to pay the price for what she promises? That, Ruby West, is something only you can answer."
Ruby lets Jake’s statement hang in the air for what seems like an eternity. “You know,” Ruby continues quietly breaking Jake’s gaze, “I could never understand why my parents hated me. It was easier to think the gods had abandoned me, although I could never figure that out either. Easier to say they just didn’t exist then accept I had done something wrong to push them away. But when I was young I would have done anything to make my parents love me.”
"I guess I was lucky,” Jake says with a laugh, "I knew exactly why my father despised me and why I despised him." Jake comes over to Ruby and takes both her hands, being gentle with her wounded palm. "What if, as a child, you hadn't done anything to deserve how you were treated? What if it was not your fault at all? Who said life is fair?" Jake chuckles and says, "Old Caleb White once told me, if the gods had more respect for money, they would have given it to a higher class of people."
"It should be no surprise to you that I am a naturally distrusting kind of guy and I just don't trust the gods. Wouldn't it be nice though, if for you it was all just a misunderstanding and Ruby West had a patroness?" Jake kisses each of her hands in turn. "You deserve it."
Ruby smiles up at Jake, then stands. She pulls her hands away from him before suddenly wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. She doesn’t let go but she pulls her face back to look at him. “She says I’m to honor her, give her my heart and soul. I will speak to the Priestess as soon as I can and find out what I have to do.”
Ruby gathers up all her flowers into a few huge bunches. "I don't think I really thanked you earlier for these. They are very beautiful and very romantic. I wish we didn't have to leave here." She places her perfect red rose behind her ear. "That should stay safe there for now." She looks over the room. "Are you ready? We should go run our errands. And we should eat something before we get back on the coach."
As quickly as possible Jake and Ruby find a large, safe looking bank in town where Jake deposits $500. Then they arrange their return stage seats before heading over to Fremont Street and the French tailor. They walk up Fremont Street until they find the tailor shop. They enter and see a man working diligently sewing a hem on a pair of pants. Ruby approaches him. “Bonjour, monsieur, vous sont le… errr…tailor?”* she giggles, “I don’t know that word in French.”
He states, "Oui. I am Jacques Francois DuBois. How may I be of assistance to you?" She glances around the shop to make sure no one else is around. "Well, I have a question for you. You might think it's silly. It IS silly, but humor me." She looks him in the eyes with a serious look on her face and holds out her hand. "I've heard the french people are good at identifying certain items. Rings being one of them. Since I know nothing about this kind of thing I thought I would ask someone who might have that particular talent." She holds out her finger with the ring on it. "Do you know what I mean, Monsieur?"
He states, "Ah, what a beautiful ring. But why would one go to a tailor to have it identified, a jeweler would know far more about metals and stones. Perhaps it is, how do you say, the ambiance that you are more interested in? I could certainly tell you my opinion, but perhaps you would be more interested in a dress? I have many over here on the rack to choose from."
Ruby smiles with confidence. "Your dresses are certainly beautiful and I might want to purchase one before I leave. But I would like your opinion on the ambiance, as you put it, of this particular ring." He states, "Ah, but to properly view a woman's ring it should be on her hand...and she should be properly attired. Choose a dress that you wish to purchase and try it on, then I will be able to better view the entire picture!" Jake says, "My girl can't have too many dresses, go ahead."
"Well, let's see..." Ruby walks over to the rack and runs her hands over the dresses. "What do you think Jake? They're all very pretty but which do you prefer? I don't have a pink dress yet. Or maybe the lilac?" She holds up both dresses in front of her. "Lilac." He says and looks pleased. "Lilac." Ruby takes the dress behind the curtained off section and changes into the lilac gown. She sweeps back out into the main room. "What do you think?" she says spinning around. "I think you need to buy it." Jake says with a grin.
DuBois says, "Ah yes, but there is now the matter of the price. This lilac dress would normally sell for $ 8.00, but you also wanted an opinion on how well it would go with the ring. Let's say $ 20.00 for the clothing and opinion, that of course would include tailoring." She replies, "My darling boyfriend says I must buy it, so we shall buy it. And I look forward to your opinion." Ruby holds out her hand again and as she does the straps fall off her shoulders and she giggles. "I need the tailoring too," she laughs.
He takes her hand and says a number of words in French. Ruby notices a slight glow from his hands that covers over her ring finger and the ring. The light returns to his hand. He looks up to her and says, "A fine ring indeed, although hardly one for the desert. This ring would be more at home near a body of water. I feel that at such a place you would stand out in this dress and be radiant, all the world would look to you and even the water would welcome your presence and allow you to glide across it as though it were solid ground."
"Well, that is quite impressive, Monsieur," she glances at Jake. "Of course, I look radiant most places I go," she grins. "I wonder, do you perhaps sell other items that might be more inclined for the desert? Or perhaps for getting shot at while in the desert?" He states, "Ah, accessories to compliment a desert wardrobe. Alas, I have none at the moment. But I will keep my eye open for such a thing and notify you as to when I have located some. Now hold still while I take the proper measurements to alter this garment to properly fit you."
"That would be wonderful!" Ruby tries to hold still while the tailor takes her measurements, holding her arms out to the side. She giggles as he measures around her bust, "I know, all my dress are big to fit that particular blessing of mine." She smiles at Jake while he takes the rest of her measurments. Jake returns her smile.
"Accessories or clothing for men or women that are especially durable are of great interest to us. Those that might prevent bullet holes would be just the addition to our wardrobe." Jake says to the French man. Jake gives the man their names and explains they own the Lucky Lady. He instructs him to contact them if he can acquire or make such items. The tailor says that he will. He asks Ruby to change and says that when the dress is ready he will send it on to them in Promise City unless they wish to come back the next day to pick it up. "Vous remercier bon monsieur," Ruby says. As they walk out the door, "Well, those french lessons with Kate are paying off. Although that's about all I know," she laughs.